Shipmistress

Women nowadays invade all professions. The other day we announced the death of a lady shipmaster—or shipmistress.

“In whole truth, Shipmistress,” Dagla added, “I don’t believe Morruchan wants your help.[…]”

“Time will aid us too, impatient one. You will see. For there is much to be resolved, beyond tonight, is there not? What of your shipmistress? The fair Cathula?”

“The Light illumine you and your vessels, Shipmistress, and send the winds to speed you all.”

I wouldn’t want to be caught in these winds without a shipload of strong oarsmen to fight our way back. I hope our shipmistress knows what she’s doing.

He has gone to fetch our good shipmistress, but he says to begin the discussion without him.

The Demagogue was a much smaller ship than the Dark Sacrament, a destroyer-class vessel with fewer crew. It could have easily been missed; Inviglio still had no idea how the shipmistress aboard the Defiance of Calth had found it.

One of the shipmistresses was making notes on a data module or tallying a price.