As Miguel brought the ship through the deep waters of Port Royal harbor to its mooring, Edgar stood with Thor at the rail. Thor watched the boy with amusement as Edgar intently studied what must seem to him total chaos and confusion on the dock: men running everywhere, shouting, dogs barking, gulls screeching overhead, dark-skinned women in brightly colored dresses meandering among the crowds, cargo being pulled by horse-drawn wagons.
Thor laughed. “It is not as you think, Edgar,” he said. “As chaotic and disordered as it looks, everyone knows what they are doing and the ship will be brought safely to the pier.”
“And I get to go ashore?” the lad asked.
Thor had lost count how of many times Edgar had asked this question that morning.
“Yes, you get to go ashore,” Thor answered again for
