There was so much more than the island, though. It was a small piece of land compared to the brillant blue ocean that surrounded it. And despite Bar's misgivings, things have not so much changed with sailing that Archie is not able to easily handle the small boat. Soon, it is out flying over the waves, the wind and salt spray blowing their hair
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He'd taught Svava the proper names for things, showed her which ropes to pull to trim the sails and how to secure them. For a while they'd both stood at the helm, pressed back to front, his hands on hers, letting her feel the tug of the wind and the waves on the pretty little sloop they'd been granted access to, and between the wind and the spray in his face and the woman he loved in his arms, Archie had never been happier.
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Everything is perfect.
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His arms wrap around her waist and he presses a lingering kiss to her shoulder.
"Four points starboard."
He smiles into her skin as she changes course accordingly. He thinks it highly amusong the circumstances of his promotion. He had, for about two seconds as they came aboard, considered insisting that Svava call him 'commander', but he dismissed that thought almost as quickly as it came.
"I'm going to go trim the sails. You just keep her on course, there are some shoals up ahead, we can lay anchor there for a bit."
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Svava nods, keeping one hand on the tiller with studious care, and watches while he deals with the sails.
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