Serenica didn't get the chance to sleep for long. Another storm was brewing behind them, this time a natural one, but fierce enough to cause the boatswain to scream about full sails and fuller speed.
The amount of knots they used to measure how fast they could get away from the treacherous winds and waves was significantly more than the amount they currently had going on for them.
"The mast is in a great condition and I am not worried for the ship," Gadfly said. "It's the men. Anyone might fall overboard, so, Surmica and -"
"Serenica," Serenica said. "It's Serenica. Do you happen to have a speech impediment?"
"You shouldn't make fun of him," the Admiral said, but he was laughing and definitely making fun of the boatswain. "He has drunk more in tankards of ale than you have drunk in cups of water, and he still gets our Princess to sail smoothly like a dolphin. I'd suggest you take it easy when he fails in niceties like pronouncing a name."
