our sins are washed away
Saiden grinned at Melita's question. "Probably. But I don't do much actual sailing, these days or in the past." Shrugging, he scratched the back of his head. "I mean, I learned, but I've always been a cook first and foremost." And he sounded more than a bit proud of that fact.
As she asked to be shown the cannons, he nodded. Gesturing for her to follow, he led her through the ship, ducking under ceilings that were often too short for his too tall frame. It didn't take long to reach the cannons, and he leaned on the wall of the room that housed them, crouching slightly. "There are more on the other side, but they're identical."
As she asked to be shown the cannons, he nodded. Gesturing for her to follow, he led her through the ship, ducking under ceilings that were often too short for his too tall frame. It didn't take long to reach the cannons, and he leaned on the wall of the room that housed them, crouching slightly. "There are more on the other side, but they're identical."
