Seth and Tristan sat, or stood, or clung, or whatever you call it when you have both feet gripping different ropes, your hands and tail gripping other ropes, and your bottom on a rope… at the very top of a mast. Tristan was in ecstasy. The last week had been about the best week of his entire life. He supposed that all children his age would be thrilled by a trip on a big boat (or Schip, as he had been warned to call it) but, to actually become a Visser!
Joyful Storm IP 17
Joyful Storm IP 17
Joyful Storm IP 17
Seth and Tristan sat, or stood, or clung, or whatever you call it when you have both feet gripping different ropes, your hands and tail gripping other ropes, and your bottom on a rope… at the very top of a mast. Tristan was in ecstasy. The last week had been about the best week of his entire life. He supposed that all children his age would be thrilled by a trip on a big boat (or Schip, as he had been warned to call it) but, to actually become a Visser!