Hi There! Maybe Later...
See the sea

Your rank on this voyage is Dogsbody Apprentice, j.g., which means you would outrank any steerage passenger under four feet tall, if any there were but there aren't, there's just the infinitude of her and the one of you, dauntless captain and feckless crew.

"Lower," the mystic mariner says.

She heels the black ship over on the windward tack and you stumble to the rail a few inches from the waters, all the while holding up the enchanted pierglass so the seawitch can see what there is to see in this here sea. Within the distorted and reflected waters, things appear. Objects, events, artifacts of process. Items for sale, rent, and potlatch. They flicker into being, then vanish.