Faeya Ryr stood beside him, her arm through his. The winds were rising and the water rough. The captain called to his crew who climbed the riggings like squirrels. The sails filled with wind and gained speed. Clouds hung on the horizon hiding the coast of Wierland from their view. They turned back to watch the green hills of the Isle of Cothos fall away from them. The salt air brought a smile to Gerrand. Riding the sea in his father's boat was his earliest memory. The wind slapped at his face and he felt the change in himself when on the sea. He felt lighter, happier, and turned and kissed Faeya Ryr. She pushed him away, but smiled. The captain gave orders to his mate who shouted at the crew. The barefoot men quickly found their places to reset the sails. Gerrand tried to remember the first time he sailed alone but could only find the memory of a damp chill. His boat had been swamped in heavy seas and he nearly drowned. "Do you sail much?" Gerrand asked. "I have sailed in smaller craft," said Faeya Ryr.
