510 AV, Summer 82nd
Lacerta eyed the harbor of Syliras with a nervous eye, not wanting to hit anything. It was crowded with boats, big and small, as expected of a city as massive as this. Sails stood up like a sea of branchless trees, of all widths and heights. There were one or two trade ships, their hulls dwarfing all other sailboats, including her own. However, there were some casinors around the size of Starry Sea, and she could see a tiny boat- a day boat- sitting innocently in the docks. If she had to guess… it was probably 20 feet long, compared to her 30.
Luckily, her spot on the docks was one of the furthest out. Sure, it meant a long walk to the city, but it also meant that docking was much easier than if it was closer to the shore. She spotted her rented place immediately, it was at the end of one of the long wooden piers, where she could easily slide the boat in… or not so easily. Luck was on her side as the tide was going in, meaning that she could nearly douse the sails and still keep moving at a good (but slow) pace towards the dock. Moving too quickly meant certain disaster. At the moment, the boat was facing the pier straight on, and moving at a crawling pace: barely 2 knots. However, this meant more control, and it would be easier to stop when needed. One of her sails were down, in order to minimize the speed, but the other was full of air from the slow breeze.
Once she was close enough, the Eth spun the wheel to the left, causing the ship to turn sharply in the other direction. The sail flapped wildly, and she had to grab and pull a rope to tack the sail and stop it turning them back in the original direction. Her other hand stayed firmly on the wheel, to make sure it wasn’t going to keep spinning. It was a complicated dance of ropes and wheel, one she had yet to honestly master, but it worked well enough…
The wooden construction slid through the water slowly, approaching the pier. Quickly, and hoping the boat didn’t turn, Lacerta dashed to tie the fenders to the rail, letting them hang over the left side. It would stop the collision injuring the boat, as wood-on-wood would cause paint to flake and planks to scratch… and she hated any damage to her ship. Her luck was working well, as the boat stayed horizontal to the pier, and still floating slowly when she returned to the wheel. All it took was a little patient waiting, and soon enough they floated against the dock, bumping slightly. The Ethaefal let out a sigh of relief, before tying the boat up against the pier.