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Strange Tides 2

December 6, 2015

Trin was drowsing a little at the helm when Captain Gavriel burst from his quarters and onto the deck. His uniform jacket and his long hair blew in the wind behind him as he made his way toward her. Trin grabbed the wheel a little more tightly and tried not to look too embarassed. Gavriel came stomping up the stairs and Trin immediately stood straight as possible in response to his energy. She respected him a lot and felt awful.

“I’m sorry, sir! I let the boat drift somewhat. I won’t let it happen again!” She said, saluting with one hand and holding the wheel with the other.

“No need to apologize, Trin. You have drifted the boat right on schedule. We are exactly where we need to be. Well, we will be shortly.” He said with a sunny smile and glance at the horizon.

Trin couldn’t keep the keep the surprise and relief from her face. “Excellent, sir.” She said, trying not to stumble over those few words.

“Trin, meet me near the mast and have somebody keep us on this exact heading.” Gavriel said and strode off in that direction.

Trin made the arrangements, rousing Dorel to attend to the helm. She made her way down to the deck. She only paused to smooth our her clothes and tighten her braids a little. “Sir, I’m here.”

“And exactly on time again. Observe!” Gavriel shouted and a purple rippling light filled the deck. Trin grabbed the grip of her pistol since she was no good with the mostly ceremonial sword on her back. Before she could pull out her pistol, Gavriel grabbed her arm and shook his head. Somhow, he looked even more commanding in that purple light and she found herself relaxing and letting go of her pistol.

The air bent and rippled around them and the sea wind seemed to vanish immediately and completely. A creature suddenly stepped out of a section of that rippling air, a creature like nothing Trin had never seen before. It had skin more purple than the light that played over everything. It was completely hairless and had five eyes, claws and big sharp teeth. Yet, it walked on two legs like a human. It towered over them at what looked like nine feet tall.

“What is it?” She asked softly, the lack of sound on the air made her quiet.

“It is the guardian of the Cliffs of Cahm among other things as specifically commissioned by Lord Rawkley. Stay exactly where you are.” Gavriel said calmly and firmly. He had a funny-looking dagger in his hand which he held up between himself and the creature. As he raised the dagger, a bright white circle lit up around them and Trin took care to remain standing inside of it.

“That should protect us.” Gavriel yelled over a suddenly loud humming noise.

“Should, sir?” Trin yelled, gripping her pistol again for comfort if nothing else.

“You worry too much, Trin. You should learn to relax!” He shouted with a crazy grin on his face. “Galvatare! Tonnica! Entangre!” He yelled into the air. The whole deck lit up, the design of a pentacle pulsing in the very wood of the deck. The creature’s expression turned panicked instead of angry. It thrust both of its arms at Gavriel and Trin but an invisible barrier prevented the attack. The hum grew to an unbearable volume and the boat seemed to shake. There was a blinding flash and when Trin’s vision cleared the creature was gone. Gavriel’s dagger radiated with a purple light.

“Where did it go, sir?” Trin asked.

“Into the dagger, Trin. The danger has past for now. Rouse the crew and have somebody point us in a northerly heading.” Gavriel said, stepping from the circle which was now dimming. “Then get yourself to a bed.”

“Sir, are we not heading to the now unguarded Cliffs of Cahm?” She asked.

“No,” Gavriel said as he held up the dagger between them, “We got what we came for.” He walked toward his quarters without anothe word.

Trin looked around the deck and it was only in that moment that she noticed the entire crew had passed out. She walked toward the first sleeping crew member, wondering what she had gotten herself into.

Strange Tides

November 22, 2015

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?


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