"That's where th'art of it comes in, Princess," Erik called as he manipulated lines and rudder, aiming the skiff towards open water. "Ye treat the winds with respect, and they'll get ye where ye need or die out on ye completely and leave ye at the mercy of the water itself."

Once he had them out over water, he beckoned to her with a crooked finger. "Feel steady enough t'try walkin over here closer? I'll give ye the feel of it."