“You’ve got spirit, lad. I like it! We sail for Santelle tonight, and we’re shorthanded. You’re welcome to join our crew.” Stefan beamed. “It’s a deal then.” He clasped Gruff’s hand and shook it once. The captain frowned. “You ever sailed before, lad?” “No. Why do you ask?” “No matter. We’ll get you in shape. You’ll have some manly calluses in no time!” Gruff.”
