Time she couldn’t calculate and countries no-one under this sky had ever mapped behind her, Sylvie now only saw sea voyage between herself and home. It felt odd to again be negotiating with someone who spoke Seafarer tongue natively.
“Ship-mages usually have a better handle of wind than ‘hardly at all’.”
“I’m very good with wood, in case your ship has patched leaks you’d like properly fixed. And I can keep water clean, or pull the salt from seawater.”
The captain gave her a long look. “If we get no better offer by tomorrow, you’ve got your passage.”
I'm attempting the April A to Z challenge, with fiction with at most 100 words. "H is for Homeward" came from Lyn Thorne-Alder.
If you have prompts for later in the alphabet, please give them to me.