From stillness birthed the chaos of motion; two men swam towards her, swift and sure. They grasped the edge of the debris upon which Sindra had lain and, on the lines that tethered them to the relative safety of the ship, pulled her towards its embrace.
Raised to the deck, her seeking gaze immediately stopped on the master of the ship and her unbidden training forced her eyes down, in respect, out of habit. She had already seen in him his high station, a lord - brother to the Sea Lord, a shadow curled in her ear. Had she seen him before, or was she imagining things?
Sindra kept her head down, "Thanks are given for the rescue of this one." She paused, tilting her shoulder in something of a shrug. "I do not mean to be an inconvenience."