Humming quietly to herself, Mary settled into the routine.  Check the tarring, eye the strands carefully, dig in a bit with her nails.  She shouldn't be able to pry any strands loose.  So far so good.  It was a good day for the job.  A bit of cloud to cut the sun, very light breeze - even with furled sails a reeze could rock the ship noticeably if you were up in the rigging.  She tossed a glance at the gunner "What's caught your eye, Elaine?"