Chapter 15, Angel James:
The southern wind did a wonderful job of pushing the Pathfinder farther north than it had ever been. Even under the rain clouds, the temperature grew warmer than Angel thought possible. The crew took to wearing armor and little clothing. Buckets of water would be thrown over the men to lower their body temperature. If they ever fought naked, they might be more frightening than fully armored. The assorted tattoos and scars were barely covered by the massive amounts of body hair each man wore like fur.
“How can anyone survive in such heat?” Angel said to himself. He stood on the prow looking out over the bare water. The wind at his back helped to keep the sweat and rain mixture dried, unlike the stillness belowdecks. They had found no good villages to raid for days
