Bronik stood at the helm, the wheel in hand. “Tighten the jib!” He called to Lacey. “The one at the very front,” he smirked when she looked about, perplexed. “Come on, your father is a boat builder!”
“And for all we know yours is a lion tamer,” came her quick retort, “that doesn't make you an expert on big cats does it?”
Bronik laughed, “you got me there.”
He locked the wheel to keep them on course and jogged down the stairs before crossing the deck to help with the jib and take the fisherman sail down.”
“Is that the boat?”
Bronik looked straight ahead. “Aye, that's the one. Her reply said she had a small boat in Blackbrine, but was sailing with the crew from her last job.”
“They aren't going to rob us are they?” Lacey frowned.
Bronik snorted, “good luck finding anything worth taking.”
“Will we be traveling to Blackbrine then?”
“I suspect all going well she will probably want to sell her little boat and put the gold towards something bigger once we pay her.”
“Or maybe she will stick with us and help invest in something larger,” Lacey smiled.
Bronik perked a brow. “Let's just see how the meeting goes first.”
They pulled up alongside the bigger vessel and a rope ladder was dropped down. Lacey stayed behind to keep the boat steady while Bronik climbed aboard the bigger boat, papers in hand. “I'm looking for this woman,” he handed the papers to the captain of the vessel.”
“Zyanya!” the man bellowed.
Bronik stuck and finger in his ear, brow knotted, he hadn't expect the man to yell like that. “Is this a fishing boat?” he asked.
“That it is, lad,” the captain told him, “we hunt for crab in the far south, but my crew seems to think we’ll had more luck in the north next season, so that is where we are heading.”
“North of Rynmere?” Bronik inquired.
“Where we find ice, we find deep sea crab,” he beamed. “Ah here she is, have you got everything you need, lass? I'll see you off after young---, I didn't catch your name,” the man scratched his head.
“Nik,” Bronik replied without so much as a smile, his sharp, biting gaze fixed on Zyanya. She didn't look like much of a fisher, but then Lacey didn't look anything like one might imagine a boatbuilder to, and she did just fine at that. “After you,” Bronik gestured to the rope ladder that led down onto the deck of his a rocking schooner.