The day passed hot and humid. Not a cloud marked the perfect azure tropical sky and the light breeze, a prevailing wind, did little to help with the sweltering heat.
Gorbi noticed that Dogboy and Bilge were the only ones with any real duties this day as the two alternately swabbed the decks and fished for dinner. The sails were set at sunrise and little adjustments were required for the entirety of the day. The rest of the crew hid out in whatever shelter could be found. Gorbi was actually disappointing when Galdar showed up to relieve him from his post outside Derg’s cabin door. The work might have been boring, but at least it was cool and shaded down below-deck.
Derg hadn’t left his cabin since the excursion to the jungle’s edge on the day before. In actuality, all three friends could stand guard outside the cabin door, but the hallway was cramped enough, as it was, and so they took turns, with the other two trying to find shelter with the crew above decks.
Only one ship, an Ulek trader traveling west to Sasserine, was seen this day. Tonsil kept the supply of fish, rum and oranges passing among the crew and Tully kept the Dragonsprit on course.
Evening was a blessed event as the temperatures finally cooled and Zokar broke out the concertina while Rhemy and Lady Min accompanied him with some bawdy sea shanties.
"My father was the keeper of the Eddystone light. And he slept with a mermaid one fine night. Out of this union there came three. A porpoise and a porgy and the other was me! Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh for the life on the rolling sea!
"One night, as I was a-trimming the glim. Singing a verse from the evening hymn. I heard a voice cry out an ‘Ahoy!’ And there was my mother, sitting on a buoy. Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh for the life on the rolling sea!
"’Oh, what has become of my children three?’ My mother then inquired of me. One’s on exhibit as a talking fish. The other was served in a chafing dish. Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh for the life on the rolling sea!
“Then the phosphorus flashed in her seaweed hair. I looked again, and my mother wasn’t there. But her voice came angrily out of the night. ‘To Hell with the keeper of the Eddystone Light!’ Yo ho ho, the wind blows free, Oh for the life on the rolling sea!”