The wind picked up and Sara just stood there, smelling the salty ocean air. Sara stood there firmly feeling the new jumpy motion. Sara could've easily toppled but Sara and the sea were like a fish and water and could not be separated. Sara's long sandy hair with streaks of blue flew in the air. Sara had been separated from her boat and ocean for so long.
"Sara get below! We are about to leave the port!" A sailor called.
"Ryan d' you always have t' try 'n take me from my sea? I 'm thirteen an' I can take care of me self." Sara called stubbornly over the wind.
"That's just what you said two months ago. I guess that month from the sea didn't change you a bit. But if you are going to act like the crew and not get below like all of the other passengers, you are going to work like the crew." Ryan called back, motioning the thirteen year old over.
"Fine, what do I need to do?" Sara asked, tossing her long sandy hair out of her eyes.
"Do you know how to read a map and compass?" Ryan questioned her.
"Yeah, where would I be if I didn'? Now tell me what I need t' do." Sara said cheekily.
"Brian, over there is steering this boat. He needs to know where to go. You will be done at six bells."
"Six bells?! That is four hours from now! It is nearly two bells." Sara exclaimed.
"I should have guessed that the sailor life wasn't cut out for a little girl. I'll tell him the way to go to Tortall."