The Zoefire sailed along at an even pace, far from its original port of call in Bevor. The naval insignia that usually would be afixed to the bow had been chiseled off days ago. It left a nasty scar in the wood but Captain Gavriel had been in too much of a hurry to let somebody dangle over the rail and paint over it. Here, nearly on the other side of the world from its origin, there was both safety and danger without that insignia. Trin stepped into the captain’s quarters and shut the door behind her.
“What exactly are we stealing, sir?” Trin asked, checking to make sure her pistol’s chamber was clean before replacing the magic crystal that served as ammunition. When the captain’s answer wasn’t immediately forthcoming, she glanced at Gavriel and rolled her eyes. However, she only did it a little bit and with the utmost respect for her captain.
“Stealing? What else would we be stealing?” Captain Gavriel responded, and when Trin gave him a look, he continued. “Does it have to be something specific? Our target is wealthy and there will be plenty to steal.” He took a moment to scout the horizon through the window with his telecope, ignoring further looks from Trin.
“You know, we have gone rogue, betrayed our commision and we stole a Navy ship. When we did all of that, I thought you had a very specific plan in mind.” Trin said, leaning in with both hands on his desk.
“Well, I am very fond of this ship. It was the first ship I served on ten years ago. I sailed under Captain Zufor for two years. When I attended Zu’s funeral a month ago, I was handed her journal. I guess I got nostalgic and asked for the Zoefire commision which they were only too happy to give me as they were going to junk her anyway.” Gavriel said which, of course, did not answer the question.
“Which you then stole.”
“I do believe we stole it, Trin.” He smiled, peering at his charts through those odd green colored glasses.
“Then why did we steal it, sir? Nostalgia aside.” She pressed.
“Oh well, lots of reasons I suppose.” He smiled and kept looking at all of those charts. Trin could not understand the charts. She was never schooled in such things. She had focused on martial training. She was a combatant and a sailor and she never expected that to change. Now she was a thief and she was till dealing with that.
“Name one, sir.” Her eyes narrowed and she leaned in a little closer. She often looked secretarial but now here eyes were a little intense. Intense enough to make Gavriel look at her although his amused, business-like expression did not match her intensity.
“Well, it’s made of enough enchanted wood to pass through most magical barriers. Like the ones around the cliffs of Cahm. ” He said, rather too casually for a place so guarded.
“Which is the direction you had us go. Hells, we’re almost thre. That makes sense. Sort of. There are gaps in the details of your plans, sir.” She said, one of the biggest understatements of her life.
“Yeah. It won’t be easy but I promise it’ll be memorable.” He said, casually.
“Not comforting in the slightest, sir.” Trin said. It came out mousier than she would have wished.
“Just keep the boat straight, Trin. We’ll be alright.” With that, Captain Gavriel looked back down at his desk full of charts.
Trin realized there was no use trying to anymore information from the captain and turned to leave without even an ‘Aye captain.’ The two had been close these past two years but she wondered how close they could have been. He was so tight-lipped that it made her curious and a little hurt at his silence. Didn’t he trust her?