Three days, it took me three days to convince them that I wasn't a spy or other's pirate crew. Ned sighed. Wiping the sweat that ran over his forehead.
He's been cleaning - swabbing as what the pirates say - deck for three days. Just to earn my keep until I can finally land on Bogblot port. Ned thought.
"Well! unlucky for you lad," Lady Darcey said. "Me crews not going to land on Cassan anytime soon." That's what she said three days ago. Maybe now she'll change her mind. But Ned knew it wasn't that easy to convince a long time pirate slash trader slash merchant to land to a place they don't sail. Especially if it's not on their route.
"Oi! lad! ye backs fine?" cried the lady pirate. "Aye? keep swabbing then!"
No time to waste. I'll treat this as my training then.
[Exactly, Ned. Your body's physical level couldn't keep up with your magic and spells. Training your body must be the utmost importance.]
