"AWAUGH! MY EYES! WHY IS THE SUN SHINING DIRECTLY INTO MY EYES?" In retrospect, I should have apologized; there is no way Scurry could have known.
"Because the sun rises in the east." Scurry said, amused. "The direction in which we are heading."
"WHY?" I asked, "Are we sailing for Dauria?"
"Nobody but the captaine knows where we're going." The amusement crept back into his voice. "I warned you about this the day you boarded, if you recall."
"You could have warned me when we started to turn." I accused.
"Need I remind you my job is tending the sails?" The amusement hadn't faded from his eyes, nor his voice. "Besides, I find the sun pleasantly warm. You keep acting like it's a personal enemy of yours."
I was in too much pain to go into that can of worms with Scurry. Besides, I do like feeling the warmth of the sun on my skin, even as the idle rage of the Sun beat upon my aura.
