North to his home village the fisherman sails... with some new and untaxed barrels of the finest booze he could afford. The air and wind become a little warmer.

After offloading some cargo into the posession of the captian of a much smaller boat the great ship of illicit and unaccounted trade sets sail for a little known island to the south; it is here from where the stocks will be replenished and some liquor traded for whale oil which is, by now, running low. As the ship sails south the air chills.