Masina massaged her temples.<strong> "I'll be seeing to the Bachoi. Let's get on our way," </strong>she hooked a thumb toward the door.<br/><strong><br/>"I'll be checking out the provisions 'case we're short something 'fore we head out."</strong><br/><br/>Shielding her eyes from the glaring sun, she headed out into the square and toward the docks. Her step became a bit lighter as she contemplated a decent meal, smooth waters and wine. Maybe this day would salvage itself after all. As long as those captives didn't get too loud and as long as the sailing wasn't rough, it might just.<br/><br/><br/><br/>