The water in the channel to the sea has white caps now. She bites her lower lip in concentration. In the light of the two moons she can see boulders to the port and starboard. “Stay be forward ye cranky dawdler!” she shouts out.
The water in the channel to the sea has white caps now. She bites her lower lip in concentration. In the light of the two moons she can see boulders to the port and starboard. “Stay be forward ye cranky dawdler!” she shouts out.
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