Kurrul stretched out across the straw, resting his weary muscles, still shivering from the cold water. He had leapt from the stern of his ship slamming into the icy inky waters below. The sharp cold cut through him like a dirk. He had only been in the water for a moment before Dax had reached for him, but it was long enough for the cold to take its toll. Kurrul pulled the furs up over himself, trying to fend off the cold and warm his body.
The food rested untouched by the bed, but Kurrul had drained his mug dry before lying down. Dax had sat on the dirt floor, his back resting uncomfortably against the chest. “I am sorry you lost the Raven, I know how much your ship meant to you.” Dax offered his condolences. Kurrul had been captaining the Raven for three years an
