Fitcher's hmm as she knocks flakes of burnt tobacco from the pipe's bowl makes for a decent substitute in lieu of repeating 'No patterns of note' back at him.
"I thought I spotted a glimmer of sails on the horizon there a half hour off, but it may have been a trick of the light. It's not resolved into anything since."
She offers him the pipe and the tobacco pouch from her belt out to him. He's better oriented to pack it without the wind making a mess of things.
"If not for our friend's certainty"—the word of a gnarled old fisherman she'd cheerfully gossiped with some days prior—"I might be tempted to say this particular landing is no longer be in use and be done with it."
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"I thought I spotted a glimmer of sails on the horizon there a half hour off, but it may have been a trick of the light. It's not resolved into anything since."
She offers him the pipe and the tobacco pouch from her belt out to him. He's better oriented to pack it without the wind making a mess of things.
"If not for our friend's certainty"—the word of a gnarled old fisherman she'd cheerfully gossiped with some days prior—"I might be tempted to say this particular landing is no longer be in use and be done with it."