"Not long, if the wind holds," comes the answer, buoyant in spite of the weather.
Drenched to the skin, salt-heavy material of his coat puddling around his boots as he folds himself down beside her, Nikolai shakes his head.
"Ruined?" he questions, sympathetic.
It has been a miserable journey. The sea is cold, choppy beneath them. It can't be helped, but these aren't ideal conditions. It would be lucky, if they arrived at their destination within the hour. Nikolai may be content, occupied as he is with the business on deck, but not everyone has something to keep them busy other than trying to keep from sliding back and forth across the deck or toppling from a hammock below deck.
the sea.
Drenched to the skin, salt-heavy material of his coat puddling around his boots as he folds himself down beside her, Nikolai shakes his head.
"Ruined?" he questions, sympathetic.
It has been a miserable journey. The sea is cold, choppy beneath them. It can't be helped, but these aren't ideal conditions. It would be lucky, if they arrived at their destination within the hour. Nikolai may be content, occupied as he is with the business on deck, but not everyone has something to keep them busy other than trying to keep from sliding back and forth across the deck or toppling from a hammock below deck.