Shalina let out a huge yawn and lowered the sail, letting her boat drift. The rising sun painted the sky a sickly pink and she shivered a little, adjusting her shawl. In front of her the Spanish coast was disappearing in the wake of her boat. She yawned again. It had been a long night sailing to Algeciras, but the carefully hidden packages at the bottom of the boat would make the trip worth it. With the right buyer she’d be set for months to come!
The sky was getting brighter and she could clearly see from coast to coast now. Time to toss in the nets and pretend to fish. Well… actually fish, really. The best way to pretend to be a fisher was to actually be a fisher. Her father had taught her that, and the teaching had served her well. She made fast the lines and tossed her nets overboard, one on each side. She briefly considered tossing the third one in as well but another huge yawn made her decide it would serve her better as a bed and she stretched out on it, closing her eyes, basking in the sun and letting the currents take her wherever.
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She woke up some time later, her mouth completely parched from snoring. What could the time be? There was quite a brisk wind, as the signs earlier in the morning had heralded, and she should probably get her bearings. She sat up, immediately getting blinded by the sun which was high in the sky now. Squinting and shading her eyes with a hand she looked around. Was Sebta far? She could really need a drink.
Still mostly blind from the sunlight reflecting off the water, her first warning of the rapidly oncoming brig was the shadow that suddenly engulfed her boat, a moment before it got smashed into splinters.