The oily, steadily increasing swell beneath the Faucon’s hull.
Excerpt… England, summer, 1326 THE DAWN BROKE on clouds gathering over a steep coast, colored sullen orange to deep red. They were reflected against the oily, steadily increasing swell beneath the Faucon’s hull. “Yes,” the captain said, “let’s get docked now.” She brought the ship in close enough to what looked like an uninterrupted shoal…
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