The lookout in the crows nest was very concerned. There were ships surrounding the Caelin’s Hand, at first while they going through busy patrol lanes it had made sense, but they’d departed those this morning.
Now 3 ships flying the colours of the Northern Fleet were closely tagging them. Keeping exactly 2 cables of distance, she could feel the eyes of their lookouts boring into her.
No time to dwell on that however, the skies to the east were clouding over. A squall if she had ever seen one, a sizeable one at that. Checking the wind sock, she breathed a touch easier, seeing the wind blowing due south. Still those seas were far to violent to trust in her opinion.
“Send word down to Mariner, 3 ships escorting us, Armada Flagged. Stowed for port.” After a moment, she added. “Squall to Starboard, wind holding due south for now. Updates every half hour” more work for her, doubling her reports, but her Daddy hadn’t raised a fool where storms were concerned.