Eli
I steadied myself on deck. My first time on a ship had not been what I would consider successful. Blasted wooden toy with no sense, but a sail for a brain. I vowed to stick to horses from now on.
The captain of the ship, a tall Varunian man with a barrel chest and smatterings of blonde on his arms, came forward.
"Your majesty, I was regretful to hear of your discomfort on our voyage," he said, holding out his arm.
I clasped his forearm in the traditional Varunian greeting.
"I am Captain Doran," he said, bowing his head and removing a leather hat.
"Your hospitality on this voyage is unparalleled Captain. Sadly, it seems I was not made for the sea."
Although as I spoke, I felt the air on my face with a light, salty mist cooling me against the now harsh sun. Captain Doran smiled k
