Night Of Degenerates
"Listening and knowing whether it is going to get stronger or weaker is a job for the most experienced, which is why there is the first mate, the second mate, and most importantly the navigator," Endel said entering full lecture mode, a thick rope in his hand.
"Are you saying this ship has a navigator?" Kruxe asked also holding onto the same rope Endel held.
"Ehh, while he can't officially be called one, he knows enough to keep us sailing the central waters so he's not that bad."
"I see" Kruxe muttered looking up at the mast and the sails which they were trying to fold.
"Alright Kruxe time to pull" Endel said and not needing to be told twice, Kruxe joined the man to begin pulling on the rope, watching as with each pull, the secondary sails of the ship rose until eventually it was tied up.
"Are we expecting a turbulent weather?" Kruxe said as he and Endel took a few breaths from the work they had just done.