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When William comes in, he's too cold to stumble - he's drenched through and through despite the oiled coat he wears, the folds of his clothing and the curls in his hair rimmed in ice. The exposed skin of his hand and face are reddened, his knuckles beginning to crack.

Sailing is not an easy life, no. Of course, he already knew that.