The sea had been smooth, the weather fine, and as yet, they had encountered no brigands.
Imrahil stifled a sigh as he leaned on the rail of the ship. He would rather be home with his three-months’ bride than here, idle and bored.
He studied the night sky, remembering how she had once teased him for comparing her eyes to stars. Imrahil had been sincere; when she smiled, her eyes twinkled clear and bright as the guiding star that led weary sailors home. He had not thought he would miss her so.
Still two weeks til they’d return to port.