Chapter nine
We sail southeast past ErthyrdrinOchs, Rapas, and Fristles do not make good seamen. Chuliks may be trained, given the methods to which I had been born and grown accustomed, the system of the late eighteenth century, consisting of the lash, the starters of the bosun’s mates, a wall of marines — and the lash.
Rum, in its counterfeit of shipboard wine, also helped.
As a consequence the vast majority of the crew of Dram Constant, Captain Alkers, were men of recognizable Homo sapiens stock. The few halflings were, and on their own wishes, employed in noncritical functions aboard ship — waisters.
No captain in his right mind would enroll a Fristle. I saw one being aboard — he was not Homo sapiens — who interested me mightily. His body was square in the sense that the distance ac
