Chapter 21, Louie Hicks
The view over the city’s bay always took his breath away. The crystal blue skies this time of the year and the deep blue sea overwhelmed a person’s senses. The first snows had fallen, signaling an end to the harvest season. Crops not taken in would soon be lost to the freeze. The mountains to the south had been covered with snow for weeks. The peaks stayed in a perpetual freeze.
This time of the year, once the ships left for the raids, was his favorite. The palace sat quiet now. A person had enough room to think.
During planting season, the grounds were a madhouse. The fields needed to be planted in a few short days. Next came the preparation season, the crops grew, crews trained, weapons were made, while workers repaired and outfitted the fleet of ships. Harvest
