The vessel beside them tried to edge past the berth boundary.
A harbor horn stopped it. The signalman pointed toward the holding marks with an arm that suggested he had practiced disappointment professionally.
Merrit brought Gull’s Luck into the assigned position and kept her there.
Lyra held the certified mission papers against the breeze.
“Will these help?”
“Payment would help,” Drake said.
“For what?”
He inspected the sail again.
