"They peered out at the bay from behind the boulders. Well protected by the towering cliffs that formed the concave inlet, and where Aspen Creek trickled into the salty water, moored the Galliot. It’s mast and mizzenmast poked at the night in rhythm to the gentle rocking of the waters. The taste of salty air settled on his tongue as Ian listened to the night sounds; the creek splashing into the bay, the waves rolling gently on the sand, and the creaking of the ship, groaning as though in agony."

 -Rubies and Robbers, Book 3 The Ian's Realm Saga