When Andrea left her cabin late that morning, the Meduse was awash with movement. Crew darted to and fro, adjusting the submerged sails and double checking the integrity of the anchor.
One look over the rail confirmed her suspicion. They’d reached their destination.
Panwerd’s docks were visible in the distance, crowded with tiny ships both with sails and without. Overlooking it was the town itself. She couldn’t make out the houses in the distance, but the windmill turned proud in the wind.
She rushed to find the captain, thrumming with excitement. Finally he’d tell her what she came here to see.
