He will spot the land before they do, a green and gray smudge on the horizon.
In another hour of travel he will just be able to make out the dock. It seems at their present pace he should wake her when the sun is at its height, which will give them a little time before the ship lands if they need it.
The young man from earlier is at work again, making oakum to caulk the ship. It's slow work, unpleasant and wearing on the hands, picking apart old pieces of tarred, worn out rope to reduce them to fiber. He's dared to sit closer to the two of them than anyone else, which isn't all THAT close, but still! He keeps sneaking glances at them, curious and wary.
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In another hour of travel he will just be able to make out the dock. It seems at their present pace he should wake her when the sun is at its height, which will give them a little time before the ship lands if they need it.
The young man from earlier is at work again, making oakum to caulk the ship. It's slow work, unpleasant and wearing on the hands, picking apart old pieces of tarred, worn out rope to reduce them to fiber. He's dared to sit closer to the two of them than anyone else, which isn't all THAT close, but still! He keeps sneaking glances at them, curious and wary.