"With gloves I would worry less- but then I would not have the same grip. Alas." It is a delicate balance and he had yet to find leather quite so thin and supple enough to provide both warmth AND vertical traction. One day, he bid the fates. One day. "Storms in Antiva blow hot through the ocean, the rain is severe, true, but the rigging is more often sodden with warm water. It is the wind that makes one chilled."

He did not have cause to sail often but on the occasion that he had? It'd been great fun. Terrifying, but fun.