I scratch the inside of my ear with my pinky as the bickering in the captain's cabin escalates in volume.
Jaki and Carina are arguing about the charted course, more specifically they are arguing about our current location in relation to the charted course.
We have spent a week at sea, the fatigue of being on edge is finally getting to everyone, fear of the sylph and all the other sea creatures keep many from resting properly.
That is if we can spare the hands, with a minimal crew resting comes in days not hours.
Although Carina is trying to hold on to her dignity, the fear of the unknown is especially strong in her.
"We must move east, regardless of our current position, this conversation is mute."
The young lady's words are sharp as she lets out a long breath that doesn't match her age, dark bags survive under her eyes, aging her beyond her years.
