So I was tagged by Jenny Haddon, so here they are — 7 lines from page 7 (though I always change my beginnings around heaps, so they won't end up there in the final book, I bet.)
He scanned the ships in the bay. "Any of them bound for London?"
Ash nodded. "Devon Lass is. And Dublin Lass, too, but she's slower."
"A grand little lady all the same," Flynn said. Dublin Lass was his first ship and he was very fond of her.
"Devon Lass it is, then," Max said. "Sailing on tonight's tide?"
Ash nodded, his expression bemused. "Yes — but — you're sailing tonight? Because your aunt's letter is too polite?" He glanced at the empty bottle of champagne.