Sabrina beamed at the woman's words. Her eyes, bright and twinkling with the warmth of a thousand kitchen fires, met the red haired maiden with a mix of pride and contentment. The cook took a moment to carefully hang the freshly washed dish on the rack for drying.

“The captain is a fine man,” Sabrina affirmed with a nod though she seemed to hesitate afterwards. “He is so far as I have experience one of the finest to own a ship. The weight he puts on himself makes you wonder if he will ever stop for himself though...”

As Sabrina continued to tend to the dishes, she allowed herself a moment of nostalgia, her mind drifting back to the stories she had shared. The cook’s tales were often filled with the magic of the sea and the adventures of those who sailed upon it, and she was delighted to know that her audience found them as enchanting as she did.

When the story was praised as being “storybook,” Sabrina’s smile widened. The cook’s cheeks flushed slightly with a mix of modesty and delight. “I’m glad you enjoyed it,” she said warmly. “I normally share it at one of the evening events though I tend to be more detailed in some colorful ways. I have one version where my first night I almost poisoned the whole crew by adding too much Mintnut.”

Sabrina’s eyes sparkled with encouragement as she continued her work. “Life aboard The Silver Wing has its own kind of magic."