Roaring seaward
Two hundred kilometers was not exactly a day trip even if they'd both been completely healthy. "that's not really possible, quetzal." "copy that. stay put, then.
On this New Sea
"fit for a day trip, perhaps, but not for us. guess again." "then... that black ship, four berths down. the barque-rigged one with the golden masthead." "a mere freighter, mr. medastria. please." "which, then?"