The currents of the Chionthar pushed against the ship, and a sensible captain would normally have dropped anchor to wait for a more favorable breeze to get them in. But Wulfgar, under the tutelage of an old sea dog named Mirky, was doing a masterful job. The individual docks of Baldur’s Gate were in sight, and the Sea Sprite, to the cheers of several dozen sailors watching the monumental pull, would soon put in. “I could use ten of him on my crew,” Captain Deudermont remarked to Drizzt. The drow smiled, ever amazed at the strength of his young friend. “He seems to be enjoying himself. I would never have put him as a sailor.” “Nor I,” replied Deudermont. “I only hoped to profit from his strength if we engaged with pirates. But Wulfgar found his sea legs early on.” “And he enjoys the challenge,” Drizzt added. “The open ocean, the pull of the water, and of the wind, tests him in ways different than he has ever known.” “He does better than many,” Deudermont replied.
