At least Juna liked my skills. She loved the broach I secretly made for her. Yet, my uncle was mean to her; he always said she was a digger, looking for trouble. It wasn't that she plotted for an advantage over me or my uncle. She really liked my trinkets and craftsmanship. She said I should have my own shop.
I told her that I have so much more to discover in metalwork. She laughed at me, in a silly way, like when she saw my new shoes a month ago. Ok, I was not the best shopper around.
Anyways, I had to find a fun and exciting work. I never told Juna that I was lingering around the port. I saw this ship called the Preaus which transported metalwares, which was right in line with my skills. I thought that I could help with the evaluation of metals for a good trade of valuables.
Little did I know that I would really be working as a ships crew. I guessed that I could scrub decks long enough to impress the Captain with my knowledge of different things. I had looked at the stars and could navigate well enough. I just had not anticipated the shorelines that we had to know about. It was risky traveling near the shore, since our load was to make it to our destination intact. This was not a deep water export; we needed to get to Apolania quickly because our seller was anxious to profit quickly and silently. There were competitors wanting to oust our supply traderoute. We had to maintain the upper edge to get the sales.
About two days, the storm of a lifetime came about without warning. I was afraid. I thought that this would be easy, not blustery like this storm. The captain was furious! He said, "Damn the competition, we go ONWARD to our destination. Get to work to stable the ropes to the mast. We cannot fly our sails until this nasty wind has past".
Everyone was scrambling around to secure the hatches, pull down the sails and tighten the ropes to their assigned stations along the perimeter of the ship's hull. I was new but I found a rope that actually fell from the mast and shouted, "where does this rope go to"?!!!
Another sailor, who's name I never got, ran to me and grabbed the rope and started climbing the mast to the first tier and quickly, despite the rain and waving ship, secured the rope, which I found out later was what kept the beams from swinging around. It was just a matter of time and skill, which I did not have yet. I always apprenticed myself to others so that I could learn things. Of course, if I survived this, I could reason the experience and make a philosophy around it. I just, now, wanted to live through this. We were only miles from our next port. I hoped that we could make it safely.
By the way, Drew, I made it through: see above.
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 17-Aug-18 23:08 by Itatw70s.