The wind, the forecast for today told me, would have a rating of Demonic on the Neimand scale.
There would be a two hour window during which it would only be Really Bad. I seized the opportunity and struggled to make it to the next port, Imperia.
The port is huge and I could not see the captain’s office when I entered. I looked for it for a while. I tried to contact them on the radio to ask for directions. Eventually they answered me, but I couldn't make out what they said so I kept looking rather than pursue the issue.
I saw an inflated motorboat zooming bye; I called out to ask for directions.
“I am the captain’s office.” one of the passengers told me once they stopped and understood what I was asking for. No problem, I could leave my kayak overnight, I should follow them.
I followed and rode their wake. It was awesome. The inflatable boat left a big wake and so long as I was sprinting to keep up with its impressive force, I was flying.
On the dock a fisherman was doing maintenance on his skiff and throwing out giant sheets of ice that had stuck themselves to his craft. It's been cold.
My wallet and passport popped out of my pants pocket as I was turning them inside out and landed in the harbor. I lunged, breaking the sound barrier I could be heard for miles around, and saved them before they could escape my reach.
I'm having trouble coming up with a solution for where to park myself for the Sabbath. Hopefully something will turn up.