Sea KingChapter 7
The morning meal was uneventful. Biscuits, gravy, some roasted meat and a tankard of weak ale to wash it down, enough to fuel the body without tempting gluttony in any way. His hunger satisfied without being overly filled, Dent made his way to the main deck. It was a pleasant morning weatherwise, the clear skies promising the cool morning would soon progress into seasonal warmth. The winds off their beam were steady but not extreme. Half the distance to the horizon the little merchant Pinya...