Hi All --
I'm still depending on the kindness of sailors here ... Is this stuff going to make folks slap their foreheads?
This is 1810, England.
In the voice of a sailer --
. .. her dress slipping off her shoulders, her eyes glowing like lamps and the pull from her strong as a mainsail rope.
"You have nice hair. It's the color of ropes on a ship, when they're dried out in the sun. You watch for it because the ropes lengthen up and you have to send the boys about tightening them to trim the sails. A good color. It means fair weather."
"Reef knot. That's the first one you learn on a ship."
"This one's called a sheet bend. It's another one you use it for tying lines together
a double carrick bend. That was a complicated knot that took a long time
Said about a sailor --
He had thin scars across the palm of his hand. He'd got those reefing sail in a high wind when the lines cut into his flesh and the ship bucked and he had to hold on.
On a large merchant ship --
"Get the door, Tom," Sebastian ordered. The cabin boy scurried ahead, his bare feet slapping the planking.
Loud thumps in the passageway said Tom was back. "Is she dead?" The boy slammed the door to the wall and swung in, slopping water from the bucket.
He brought a pair of lanterns across the cabin, holding the two bails in one hand.
When he lifted a lantern up to the hook over the chart table
He rolled out of the bunk, thumped the floor boards and stood up fast.
She scrambled back, digging her heels into the covers, pulling the blanket with her. And came up flat against the boards of the wall.
"You have crates stacked all over." Three wood boxes were lashed to the wall. "I don't call myself an expert, but I'm almost certain these belong in that big, damp pit you've got down below. The hold, you seafaring sorts call it." (wall. that can't be right.)
Under the clank and rattle of Flighty and rain hitting the deck, he heard wheels on the wharf.
Her hair blew back in his face when the hatchway door opened and the outside cold rolled over them.
On a lugger --
Lots of men aboard. She could feel their footsteps on the deck boards. The underside of the rails needed scraping down and painting. It was blue sky past that, bright enough it hurt her eyes. Good weather for sailing.
"I said to cast off."
"We will, Mr. Ashton. We will. But we're not going anywhere on the slack of the tide." Hetch spat, showing his opinion of landsmen.
get the girl belowdeck with the others."
They caught her before she made it over the railing. Two of them slammed her to the planking, hard.
Down below, in the cargo deck, they twisted her arms behind her and pushed her into a locker built into the side of the ship and kicked it closed. They dogged down the door behind her and left her alone in the dark.
When he climbed out of the companionway, into the sunlight, he tripped over Hetch.
She scrambled along the black corridor up to the upper deck.
He found Jess near the wheel, sitting on the railing, her feet tucked in securely to keep her balance.
and finally -- what does it mean to ... 'stay one degree windward of something'.
I'm still depending on the kindness of sailors here ... Is this stuff going to make folks slap their foreheads?
This is 1810, England.
In the voice of a sailer --
. .. her dress slipping off her shoulders, her eyes glowing like lamps and the pull from her strong as a mainsail rope.
"You have nice hair. It's the color of ropes on a ship, when they're dried out in the sun. You watch for it because the ropes lengthen up and you have to send the boys about tightening them to trim the sails. A good color. It means fair weather."
"Reef knot. That's the first one you learn on a ship."
"This one's called a sheet bend. It's another one you use it for tying lines together
a double carrick bend. That was a complicated knot that took a long time
Said about a sailor --
He had thin scars across the palm of his hand. He'd got those reefing sail in a high wind when the lines cut into his flesh and the ship bucked and he had to hold on.
On a large merchant ship --
"Get the door, Tom," Sebastian ordered. The cabin boy scurried ahead, his bare feet slapping the planking.
Loud thumps in the passageway said Tom was back. "Is she dead?" The boy slammed the door to the wall and swung in, slopping water from the bucket.
He brought a pair of lanterns across the cabin, holding the two bails in one hand.
When he lifted a lantern up to the hook over the chart table
He rolled out of the bunk, thumped the floor boards and stood up fast.
She scrambled back, digging her heels into the covers, pulling the blanket with her. And came up flat against the boards of the wall.
"You have crates stacked all over." Three wood boxes were lashed to the wall. "I don't call myself an expert, but I'm almost certain these belong in that big, damp pit you've got down below. The hold, you seafaring sorts call it." (wall. that can't be right.)
Under the clank and rattle of Flighty and rain hitting the deck, he heard wheels on the wharf.
Her hair blew back in his face when the hatchway door opened and the outside cold rolled over them.
On a lugger --
Lots of men aboard. She could feel their footsteps on the deck boards. The underside of the rails needed scraping down and painting. It was blue sky past that, bright enough it hurt her eyes. Good weather for sailing.
"I said to cast off."
"We will, Mr. Ashton. We will. But we're not going anywhere on the slack of the tide." Hetch spat, showing his opinion of landsmen.
get the girl belowdeck with the others."
They caught her before she made it over the railing. Two of them slammed her to the planking, hard.
Down below, in the cargo deck, they twisted her arms behind her and pushed her into a locker built into the side of the ship and kicked it closed. They dogged down the door behind her and left her alone in the dark.
When he climbed out of the companionway, into the sunlight, he tripped over Hetch.
She scrambled along the black corridor up to the upper deck.
He found Jess near the wheel, sitting on the railing, her feet tucked in securely to keep her balance.
and finally -- what does it mean to ... 'stay one degree windward of something'.