Fish in the Sea

Plotline: Main

Type: Social, Brief Conflict

The wind from the north stopped about mid-day. On a normal ship, this would be when the cards and dice and snack foods came out. Not needing a sail, we just kept at our boring task until a wind from the east picked up.

"How are you doing, little one?" one of the other rowers asked.

"I think my muscles are all going to lock up at once, and turn me into a meat statue." I admitted.

Knowing I couldn't gut him if I'd wanted to, he slapped me on my back. "It was well done for a first timer, don't let the rest of us get you down. That said..."

There were eight things wrong with my form, eight ways I could have used leverage better. Eight.

I had aches in more muscles than that, but to my surprise, they began un-bunching a mere eleven minutes later.

I mean, that HAD to be exercise, even at level three, right?