Duras picked up the last load of crates and thought, maybe there'll be a storm and the little lech will fall overboard. He couldn't kill someone on the first day but if the sea did it wasn't his fault. He put down the crate with a thud. He smiled at the thought and wiped sweat off his forehead. He wouldn't be able to swim in those robes, the sea would have mercy on him yes, the sweet cruel sea.