After spending three enchanting and disturbing weeks in Vindazag, we departed aboard the South Seas, a ponderous cargo hauler as lackluster as its name. The cramped conditions, piss-poor grog and disagreeable crew would have been enough to transform even the ever-benevolent Sindar into a frothing berserker, if not for our collective foresight in obtaining chemical diversions.
Further souring our moods, Aikadi attenuated the trade wind. The navigator announced that he would be taking us through the Sea of Kra that we might find more favorable winds, while avoiding the dreaded pirates of Mriz. Aikadi is especially capricious in that part of Nomo's realm. A squall assailed us and the ship got quite lost. That same navigator brightly boasted that soon we would be back on course due to his mastery of a process known as "dead reckoning". I saw a flash of dark anger in Jezrin's eyes.
Later they found what was left of him smeared on and in the main bilge pump, which had broken down not long after he made his boastful claims.
"Dead reckoning, eh?" Jezrin mused, guzzling an ale and munching on a pickled lamprey sandwich. "Well, I reckon he went and got himself dead, the fool, mucking about in places he shouldn't."
No one laughed, though little Backbiter, waiting for sandwich bits, made a sort of tittering, slurgling noise, and wriggled his sickly violet facial feelers with exceptional vigor.
The junior navigator produced better results. We were soon back on course, and the bilge pump was quietly repaired.
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Gamori
Viễn tưởngOn the world of Telaerys, three unlikely companions lead an expedition to the Kinshazi Desert.
