( It is a simple thing, to know a man or woman thralled. There is an emptiness to their step, a drift to their gaze, unseeing. A categorical absence of themselves.
Caladan Kreil has captained enough ships to glance at the girl and know her state. Happily, she is commandeered away from her natural conclusion before he must intercede — and so he keeps his distance, until the next slate-skied morning, when they meet on the deck, and he slithers close enough to say: )
Rope yourself at night, lass. Better down in your bed than down the plank.
after whoever it is rescues her from the plank
Caladan Kreil has captained enough ships to glance at the girl and know her state. Happily, she is commandeered away from her natural conclusion before he must intercede — and so he keeps his distance, until the next slate-skied morning, when they meet on the deck, and he slithers close enough to say: )
Rope yourself at night, lass. Better down in your bed than down the plank.