Fire was one of the worst nightmares aboard a ship. It was not because that one had no good places to escape to when the boat burns down. Rather nearly everything on a ship was highly flammable. Tars, pitch, paint, ropes with lard grassing, interiors made of dried timber, and a large stockpile of coal and charcoals for kitchen fires.
Tiffaney felt that one did not need to add the Dyne families secret sparking sauces to the menu. Managing to stop the lady from making anything to exciting, she did learn three ways to turn shellfish into hand grenades if one could dredge up the right materials from the seabed floor.
"We won't see land for a few days after we make the strait." Deflated from being unable to detonate anything, lady Dyne stood at the railing. Her heir's head barely breached the top face of the rails; she could still look out at the small looking coastal lands.
