Reed hadn’t complained when Jayn wanted to spend the first day in their cabin. After three days, he was beginning to worry. He opened the door and stared out. “I think I can understand.”
Jayn was sulking on the bed. “I feel so stupid. How can I call myself a warrior when I am scared of…. Of….”
“Nothing.” The view played tricks on Reed’s senses. The island was on the other side of the boat. When he looked straight ahead there was nothing to be seen but blue grey haze, graduating to a paler blue in the sky. The horizon was invisible. Staring at it too long confused Reed’s perception of up and down. He shook his head and jerked it around to get a view of the ship. With a point of reference he felt so much better. He motioned for Jayn to join him.
“They cannot expect us to fight over this stuff. One or two sharp turns and we will lose all sense of what is up and what down. It is so different in the mountains.” Jayn pulled on a smock and slowly crossed the room. Reed put his arms around her and they stared out together.