"The sea sure is calm," says Borgh.
"Heeh, maybe we'll arrive at Patriargë in less than 15 hours?" Samuel said, turning to Borgh—who, again, approached the two of them.
The sea was indeed tranquil and devoid of any other discrepancies. The breeze of the sea currents was steadily swaying Samuel's platinum-blond locks, which gleamed against the sun that was high in the sky.
The carrack had compartments and rooms provided for Samuel and Ephraim. They had chosen to sleep on the hammocks, which should sway about the sea as it sails the ocean. Though they could have chosen the room that had double-decker beds, Sam and Ephraim thought that hammocks should provide just the same feeling of comfort.
OR it was because they haven't tried to sleep on a hammock inside a wooden, sailing ship. Boats on Earth were as advanced as they can be—there was no way they could have experienced such a once in a lifetime type of happenstance again.
