The heading fit with Sören’s general vagaries, but the lack of precise direction left Kemala captain of their destiny. She was rather unconcerned by the sudden command and steered into the breeze. The headwind made for a few small chops, but Kemala swayed naturally with the gentle throes. The banks were distant lines beyond the water with mountains in the background bare and lifeless. Water and boats and mountains and coasts were all so familiar in concept yet were all so very different from what she knew. She tried not to sigh.
A rattle drew her gaze to the boat’s floor. Sören had tossed pebbles at his feet, studying them quizzically. It was a strange habit, but Kemala was not one to dismiss oddities. She did however have something to say about it. ”You seem new to boating, so I will remind you of a cardinal rule. You generally want to keep rocks out of the bottom of your boat.”
A rattle drew her gaze to the boat’s floor. Sören had tossed pebbles at his feet, studying them quizzically. It was a strange habit, but Kemala was not one to dismiss oddities. She did however have something to say about it. ”You seem new to boating, so I will remind you of a cardinal rule. You generally want to keep rocks out of the bottom of your boat.”