The wind came from the south and east, driving Catriona onward into a never-ending waste of sea, as it had done for days past and probably would do for days to come.
Catriona"How long has this storm lasted?" Bradan shook water from his hair, only for another wave to crash against Catriona"s high prow and splatter him with a fresh supply of spindrift.
Catriona"Sitting in the stern with her right hand fixed on the tiller, Melcorka shrugged. "I do not know. Does it matter? If we were not here, we would be somewhere else."
"I would prefer to be somewhere else rather than in a small boat in the middle of the Western Ocean."
Melcorka glanced around. "It is better to journey with hope than to arrive at disappointment," she said. "And as long as we are miserable in Catriona, we are alive." She
