Leaning back slightly, he pressed a hand to his temple for the briefest moment. "What is the estimate?" he demanded.
Lawrence exchanged a brief glance with Stephen, but neither pressed him further.
"There is some rather fair amount." Lawrence began tapping a section of the map. "If we are to reroute through here, we may yet deliver the promised cargoes before our buyers become, well, unreasonable devils."
"But speed must be upheld," Stephen chipped in. "Delay will cost us more at present than the wreck itself."
Brand refilled his glass and took another long drag of the burning liquid. His head throbbed relentlessly.
"How long?" he asked.
Lawrence exhaled slowly. "Weeks, Brand. And these weeks we can scarcely afford even if the weather proves favourable, which I am in high doubt of."
Brand nodded. The simple motion punished his vision. "We must manage it as much as we can. What are the expenses?"
