Adventures Upon The Sea Crest

Adrift

Greyson, and Clarence sat in their chairs full from their first meal cooked by Calia. The sea air was a beautiful thing against their faces as they watched the sunset over the horizon. 

The winds had been filling the sails for the past two days and only now were they adrift. No destination in mind at the moment. 

"Damn, that woman can cook a meal worthy of a king," stated Clarence, as he stretched; "Best food I've had since I joined you on the Sea Crest. No offense Capt'n"

"No offense taken Clarence, I too was getting sick of dried jerky and fruits. I was so glad when Calia had accepted my offer to be the ship's cook," Greyson stated as he drank the cup of wine, "I have no worries with her looking after us and any men we have come aboard."

Clarence looked up at the sky, it was clear which was a good thing. Being adrift could be wonderous or hazardous depending on the weather conditions.

"I hope we can find more crew, it's tough to sail with just the two of us," Clarence said, "There were no other men who wanted to join us while we were in Sky Bay?"

Greyson shook his head with a sigh, "No one," he said, "I think it's time we sail to a new port, but I have yet to find one worthy enough of our time and efforts."

Clarence cracked his neck as he squinted in the direction of the sun. His face line grim. 

Any ship sailing with goods needed a permit to haul items. Each permit allowed them to carry only enough to keep the trade routes open. 

"We need a map of the coastal lines along this route," stated Clarence.

"We need to find a map maker first," stated Greyson, "So far none of the known ports have one."

Clarence growled low, "Damn, En'op is huge, where do we find a map maker?" he inquired with annoyance.

"Ahoy!" came a shout from just off their flanks. 

Clarence and Greyson stood up fast expecting trouble, pirates could run rampant upon the seas and they were ill-equipped to deal with them.

Seeing another ship named the Black Dog pulled up alongside them. It bore sails with the color black and green and white knife between wolf eyes. The sails were flat but the oars from below were moving with precision allowing the boat to move along the water without the need for air.

Seeing a large dire wolf with blue and silver fur, dressed in casual fisherman clothes and a blue beret cap on his head tilted just over one of his silver eyes. 

"Are you lost mates?" asked the wolf with a thick accent. 

"No, we just are waiting for the wind to pick up to continue our journey," stated Greyson, "We are a bit stalled at the moment without the wind to fill our sails."

The wolf nodded, "Dead day today, but it'll soon pick up. Any interest in going to Wolf's Grove? It's where I am from. I can wait until the wind picks up your sails and you can follow me into Wolfshire..." the wolf stated.

"We could use a rest. We need a few supplies. Though I must admit I have not heard of Wolfshire before." stated Greyson.

"Ah, then you are in for an experience. I will guide you when the wind is right," stated the wolf.

"May I have your name sir?" Greyson inquired.

"It is Mack Blue," stated the wolf, "Are you need of anything off my ship?"

"Not so far, but your guidance is greatly appreciated, is there trades in Wolfshire?" asked Greyson.

"Indeed, we don't have much, but are looking for more trade," stated Mack, "You can talk to our governor and ask about trade permits."

The thought of a new trading permit between Ruhn Province and Wolfshire was exciting, it opened more possibilities to make money and to get more crew. 

Greyson and Mack talked while they waited for the wind to blow in the correct direction to get to Wolfshire.