He drew a ship in the dirt with his finger, a crude half moon with sticks coming up out of its belly, the lines connecting one stick to another. “These are the cords, the ropes. They hold up the canvas, the sails, and you use them to adjust it all.” He named the parts of the ship: foremast, mainmast, mizzen, gaff, boom, yard.
“Where is the wearied cord? Which rope is it?”
“Weary means tired, close to breaking.”
He erased the drawing with a swipe of his hand.
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