Szejmus sat back against the rail. He'd just about enough of this gods-cursed tub. Two weeks they'd been on the water. He should've been home long ago. Mikki was talking a sailor's ear off. Kid had picked up bad habits on this voyage (all the ones he was missing, anyway).  Yer man the Captain was idly leaning on the tiller back there, waiting for something to happen. Szejmus had interrogated him a dozen times on why they weren't home yet, but he'd just made excuses about doldrum