“Nath,” William called up from the tender, “we have to go.”
“Are you sure about the crew you signed on? They don’t look dependable,” Richard said.
Nath sighed in exasperation and put his hand out. “Richard, you’re being foolish. It’s a straight run from Isle de France to our home port. Shake my hand and wish me Godspeed.”
Richard pumped Nath’s arm. “When we’re all back, I’ll stand you drinks at the Ship.”
“I’ll hold you to it.” Nath swung his leg over the rail onto the rope ladder.
“Shove off, William. It’s time to put our new ship through her paces.”
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