Felix expected the wind to improve after lunch.
It seemed an unreasonable thing to expect of the sea, but lunch had resolved a number of his previous opinions and deserved the chance.
Drake brought Gull’s Luck into a sheltered holding reach. Ruth checked the personal intake through the new motion range, reduced the setting slightly and found it remained stable. Felix spent the afternoon at his folding bench repairing a case clasp while the modest loop gathered during his later rest.
Elsa asked for the next weather report without asking when someone would finally do something.
That restraint lasted longer than Felix expected.
Ada found him examining the unused coil among the galley spares.
“If you’re admiring it, admire it away from the bread.”
“Keeping watch portions warm,” he said. “Without you reheating them separately.”
