Once the Rose reached the anchoring ground, the anchor had been dropped, the sails furled, the yards squared, the ship was looking nice and ready for the next workload. And Marina knew that it would come, but first of all she expected breakfast. And most other men did, too. However, the boatswain had piped all hands on deck, and now the tasks for the day were being given.
A bell stroke eight times that very moment. The morning watch was over. Marina descended from the rigging, blinking into the Caribbean sun as she tried to collect her thoughts. The hilly island in front of her, right in the middle of the two claws of Hispaniola, as she had seen on Mr. Greenwoods maps, looked alluring. She was so sorry that she hadnt been among the ones sent to search the island for wood and what else was necessary. Yes, she knew she was needed on board, like many others
Good morning, Sir! she greeted the sailing master, one of her mentors, who happened to have remained close to the railing. This morning seems nice and good for any work. Even the flying fishes seem to enjoy it!
They could, they didn't have boatswains to give them tasks to do...
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