She paced, forwards to her mast’s stays, then back to the edge of the forecastle, if only in an effort to grow even more used to the movement. Vayra’s knees began to adjust for the constant movement of the deck, and while it was never as she had worried it might be, it was still noticeable. The Champion rode the swells and troughs of Decathe’s seas expertly, its movement smooth and calming. They sailed past the mouth of the bay, then past the cobblestone lighthouse, then… land was only a line of black on the horizon. Her gaze lingered, though and the shore began to rescind. The little strips of yarn fastened to the yard began to flow straight ahead, and the sails billowed.įor only a moment, she let her attention travel to the aft, where she saw the of the other masts behind her doing the same. The course above her head fluttered like a flagĪt one of the lieutenant’s commands, the sailors hauled on a rope. There, the seamen tugged at ropes and scrambled up the ratlines, adjusting the three sheets of white fabric. Leaping over cargo and weaving between temporarily-placed capstans, she approached the ship’s foremast and prow. Then, she ran down the quarterdeck stairs-before Captain Pels could try to stop her. She tied the mask’s two straps around the back of her neck, allowing it to hang loose for the time being. “However, the two candlefields pressurize the air for you, allowing you to breathe as you would in atmospheric conditions.” “The air on the Stream gets very thin,” Glade explained. She examined the brass filaments inlaid into it, and the two candles protruding from the front. Glade snatched two up and passed one to her. On the bow-facing wall of wood, an array of leather masks hung-the same as Vayra had seen in the apartment a night earlier. The… you know, teacher-student thing to do.” Vayra winced, recalling that she and Bremi were the only people aboard who hadn’t yet left the planet or seen a ship run the Stream before. “I’m heading to the front-uh, prow… bow?-to catch a better view,” she whispered to Glade. She needed to see their departure perfectly. Vayra looked as far forward as she could, leaning out past the railing, but the rigging and sails still partially obscured what lay ahead. “Keep the sails trimmed and full! Full speed toward the Stream!”Īnother whistle trilled, relaying the order down the deck. “To your masts!” Captain Pels yelled, leaning over the quarterdeck’s foremost railing.
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