Ship’s Cats and Coal
In the old times, the wolves of darkness had almost swallowed the sun as she rode over the sky in her chariot during the Winter Solstice. The people burned a Sunwheel to bring her back.
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“Okay, my little seaman.” Steel giggled. “Get the fire going.” He threw Hank’s suitcase on a quilt-covered bed—or was it berth when placed inside a ship?
Hank sighed and wrestled the tree through the door to the cabin. He wanted to sleep almost as much as he wanted to get rid of the pine needles pricking his skin. “Where is the fire room?”
“Below, of course.” Steel patted a wide bronze pipe coming up in the middle of the room and continuing out the ceiling.
“Of course.” Hank looked around. It looked a little like a wheelhouse with windows facing the forecastle, a large ta
