As metaphors go, it’s not a bad one. Seeing the Elephant used to bestow some sort of veterancy on you; that you’d been out there, and seen something wonderful. Or terrible, I guess, if you’re talking about a war.
Timal could feel the water change beneath her feet, vibrating through the thin oiled wood of her boat. It slowed and slewed to the left, rising. She adjusted her grip on the forerope and set her feet in jamilusch. The sails caught again and the