Finn stood at the helm of his ship, the wind was good to them, their sails pulled tight, as they were carried to their destination. He knew he was old-fashioned, he could have an electric motor, those fancy new ships, but to him, there was nothing better than hearing the wind in the sails of his ship. And he was faster than any motor-powered ship anyway. Finn grinned at Scurvey, his second, as he shouted orders to the crew, and glared at Trick as he read and re-read a map. Trick knew where they were going, he could give them the directions in his sleep, but Finn knew Trick loved working on Scurvey's nerves. He scanned the men, dressed in loose pants, and loose shirts, some taking the whole pirate thing to the extreme, with patches on the eyes, swords tied to their waists. But he didn't min
