After Bandit Gull was loaded with sugar and tobacco in Tanilia, it was cutting through the waves toward Vineta. Its bow stirred up great sprays of water, splitting the waves aside along the hull and leaving a faint trail at the stern, as if it were the only vessel left between heaven and earth.
Bandit Gull swayed side to side with the rhythm of the sea, the amplitude of swaying greater at higher positions. At the top of the mast, the swaying even exceeded the width of the ship's body.
Winters looked up to see the sailor who had asked him for a drink a few days earlier scaling the mast without any protective gear, nimbly like a monkey, and he quickly reached the topmost yardarm.
"Seems like I don't have the talent for working on a ship. I couldn't do that job," said Andre, watching the sailor working high above, with heart pounding.
"Neither do I," Winters said as he watched the sailor climb so high, his hands and feet tingling. "What's he going to do up there?"