Felix sat on the edge of the boat dangling his daughters' legs over the side. She squealed with delight, a daughter of the sea, like Art. He frowned at the distant thunderclouds. Art had said they would outrun them, no doubt. But he still doubted. Honest Liar was fiddling with the sails, untying knots from one place, tying them in another. Felix pulled Carrie back onto the deck. He had seen Art; way up in the mast somewhere. He called to her. With the leopard like grace that she had shown when he first met her, she climbed down the mast, eventually leaping off onto the deck. She took his hand in hers, and twirled underneath it. She twisted back towards his, placing a hand on his shoulder, and danced. Carrie was laughing. Art bent down to pick her up, sweeping her high over her head. Felix laughed, and Art dropped Carrie to his shoulders. He fringed falling over, wobbling from side to side. After a while he reached up to take her. As soon as her feet hit the deck, she ran towards Honest Liar, getting under his feet, pulling at his legs. He smiled. Felix turned to Art.
"Storm clouds, Art, their catching up…can't we go faster?" Art raised an eyebrow.
"Three years at sea and you have what exactly to show for it? Look over the edge, Felix, we're cutting right through the water. Look up, at the sails, the winds blowing us exactly where we want to go! We can't go any faster!" she laughed.
"We'll be fine, relax. I take care of my crew and my family…" she was swaying to some music only she could hear. Ernest called her over, and she ran to him, leaving Felix alone. He frowned. The same wind that was pushing them was the wind that they were running from. They would be stuck in a stalemate, them against the elements. They would never win.