Everything was much harder without Gadfly. Serenica knew she didn't know much about sailing, but even from the perspective of a landlubber she could see that the efficiency of the ship was in a reduced state.
It was a beautiful, bright morning and Serenica had plenty of both time and tobacco. Everyone aside from Gadfly was in reasonably good spirits and good health.
Everyone aside from Gadfly and Longlines.
"Not that rope!" the Admiral yelled at the young man. "I am going to ask you to come down from the rigging before you hurt yourself."
Longlines climbed back down with a sour expression.
All in all, their speed had went a few knots down. There were also knots of questionable making in the rigging, ones that posed a threat to any men climbing.
"Boy, am I glad I don't have to do that," Myorka said, nodding towards the mast.
"Would you happen to have a moment right now?" Serenica asked her, hopeful that they might be able to make some progress in the infertility problem.
