The Curse of Knowledge: Chapter 12
“Captain…”
“First Mate.” Septis slid his pistols onto his belt and unclipped a small metal sphere. With a flourish, he held it up to the sun, where it unfolded like a flower to reveal a small compass. “According to my forecaster, the wind will be at its peak in an hour. If we can meet the gust, we can be in Sintison three days sooner than if we cast off a mere hour later. Now be a good soul and go break out the cannon.”
“First Mate.” Septis slid his pistols onto his belt and unclipped a small metal sphere. With a flourish, he held it up to the sun, where it unfolded like a flower to reveal a small compass. “According to my forecaster, the wind will be at its peak in an hour. If we can meet the gust, we can be in Sintison three days sooner than if we cast off a mere hour later. Now be a good soul and go break out the cannon.”
