Black Zefferus was the last ship to leave port. Stretching before her was the largest fleet Terryll had ever seen.
"It's a lot of cursed ships," Alwyn noted.
"Aye, and there'll be more sailing from Kiln," Terryll said.
"You won't be able to even see the water in North Port."
"More ships than Ordryn's hairy cunny has crabs."
Terryll smiled at the jest. "How are we sitting in the water, mate?"
"Low, Cap'n. I'd say no more than two-thirds sail, else we risk running her under."
Terryll inspected the sky and the swells in the sea around them. "Three-quarters sail. Let's see if we can't get to the front of the line and offload and be out of North Port before everyone else catches up. Put a watch up in the crow's nest to look out for storms and high seas. Any sign of trouble, drop sails to half-mast and fetch me. I'll be napping in my quarters."
"And dreaming of Lyrie?"
"I certainly won't be dreaming about your hairy cunny."
Alwyn exploded with laughter, and Terryll stepped fromthe stern castle grinning.
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On the Black Wind to Baldairn Motte
FantasyPlunged into a war of succession, Terryll Payce, captain of the Black Wind, and Lyrie, a whore from a high-end brothel, are forced into the service of the powerful Earl. Ensnared in a tangle of bargains and betrayal, Terryll and Lyrie fight for surv...
