The High Seas (Tasinga x cizitenanon)

"At this time? No." Will answered honestly. He finished getting dressed for the day so that he could see to the men and putting into port. They would spend several hours at port, possibly through the night if the tides were not with them. That would give them plenty of time to explore and find what they needed in Malta. "You go ahead and relax a bit. I need to see to the men and us putting into port."

William left the room and stepped out into the bright morning. The sea smelt wonderful and the sun shown down as only it could on the Mediterranean. "Mr. Hollins, our time until port?" William called as he glanced around at the horizon.

"Two hours, sir." Someone yelled back.



(Skip us ahead to them coming into port?)