"Arros," Slick Jones greeted flatly, ticking a mark off his book as Finn came close. "Navigator. Cabin assignments are below deck. Report to Mistress Vara once you've stowed your gear."
Finn nodded and climbed the gangway, feeling the slight shift beneath his feet as he transitioned from solid dock to floating vessel. The Tidebreaker swayed gently in the harbor's calm waters, but he could practically sense the latent power in the ship thrum. The uniqueness that had drawn him close in the first place. It almost felt like she knew she was about to spread her sail again.
Finn cracked a light smile at that. He was beginning to think like a sailor. The past two weeks had been intensive. Between his continued work on the ship and his evenings to himself, Finn had devoured every text on navigation he could get his hands on. Maritime charts. Wind patterns. Ocean currents. Star navigation. Tidal calculations. The language of sailors and the hierarchy of ship operations.
