The morning came and there it was. We could see Sirumaha in the distance. Monika went to the Labyrinth's forecastle deck and leaned on the railings. Her hair was being carried by the wind. She was a vision of loveliness. My eyes searched for Jacob and when I saw him, I felt my heart ache once more. His eyes gazed at her fondly. The smile on his face was filled with delight.
Monika turned to him. "Captain, could we anchor by the Capil port? It is in the southwestern part of Sirumaha. I believe we could find the caravans closer to that direction. That's where we travel at this time of the year," she said as she pointed.
Jacob nodded and walked to the wheel to change our course. Monika told us that the gypsies travel near the sea as much as possible. I looked at her again. I saw her sigh in relief. For once, I saw her mischievous demeanor disappear and in its place, longing. She smiled at Jacob, her eyes filled with tears of joy. Jacob chuckled.
