At Last....
We are finally coming into port, all of us thoroughly drenched, picking our way slowly through the mist. We got the storm jib up last night after the waves died down somewhat-- the rest went smoothly enough, though it was mostly me at the helm.
Okay. Where is that damned mooring? If I can't find it, I am just going to steal Imrahil's. He never sails at this time of year anyway. The we pow ashore and seek shelter in the nearest tavern. Ooooh, I can taste that hot whiskey with lemon and cloves right now.....
Tonight I will wash the salt water out of my hair. Heaven. Must send word as soon a possible to the White City.
Okay. Where is that damned mooring? If I can't find it, I am just going to steal Imrahil's. He never sails at this time of year anyway. The we pow ashore and seek shelter in the nearest tavern. Ooooh, I can taste that hot whiskey with lemon and cloves right now.....
Tonight I will wash the salt water out of my hair. Heaven. Must send word as soon a possible to the White City.