Today’s wordage: 5,300
Today’s writing time: 3 hours, 0 minutes
Total wordage: 15,700
Total writing time: 10 hours, 15 minutes

WIP:

Father Francis shifted in the saddle. The mule honked mournfully. “Though you and your ship full of vile termagants see things differently, I say a pox on both your houses. God left us His word and His world. There is no need for further interference from spiritual parvenus.”

“I am a librarian, Father.” Childress smiled at him. “I have spent my life among priests at their training. I am quite sick of interference from spiritual parvenus myself.”

“Oh, my poor child.” Those his words were heavy hearted, the smile had returned to the priest’s face. “And did yonder vessel of wrath liberate you from such bondage?”

His words brought old regrets to mind. “In a manner of speaking, yes. Still, I am here today seeking aid and counsel.”

“You’ve certainly come to the wrong place, then.” He nodded at Five Lucky Winds. “If your crew is not set to storm the beaches in a body, perhaps you yourself would care to take a morning tea with me?”

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