SEVEN DEVILS | ❝ Oh, ashes to ashes, dust to dust. The devil is after both of us. ❞
❝ Lay my curses out to rest, make a mercy out of me. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. ❞
In which Captain Marya of the Repentance is ready to tear the world in half to f...
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EARLY DAWN FEELS DIFFERENT at sea than it does on land. There's a certain vitality to morning in the True Sea that every other place he has gone to lacks. The breeze, the salt in the air, the refreshing feel of it all.
He plans on enjoying it while he still can.
Maybe it's because of this that Sturmhond he has spent more hours awake than he has sleeping. In all fairness, he's still not gotten used to the feel of the whaler. He could certainly do without the stench of death that seems to cling to the vessel like a second coat. He misses his beloved Wolf of the Waves. He supposes that, after spending upon hours working on the Volkvolny, he'll find himself yearning for it. Still, there's no better time to grow accustomed to the new feel than now. And so, Sturmhond has spent every waking minute memorizing and familiarizing himself with the nameless whaler.
Preparations are in order. Everything needs to be in place the Darkling's arrival. He should be giving out instructions to his crew— all while making sure Captain Marya's people fall in line alongside them. The last thing he needs is for things to grow tenser than they are. After all, last night's little situation was enough of a wake up call for him— he doesn't need another reminder of the resentment harbored on board.
Perhaps a peace offering would be best. But what can he offer that will be of value to them? What does he have, that Captain Marya's crew doesn't?
The first rays of sunlight warm his tailored face. He closes his eyes, inhaling the morning breeze. Most of the crew are asleep— odd, but with the commotion they've experienced the past few days, he decides he'll let it slide. They'll all need proper rest for what's coming.
His fingers drum against the wooden banister. What can he offer?
As far as he can tell, the only Corporalnik in Marya's ranks is the little kid, who he suspects is a Heartrender. Maybe that could make for a suitable peace offering. He could tell Tolya and Tamar to go around healing any injuries product of their brawl against her crew. Bruises, cuts, stab wounds— anything of the sort. Granted, he has the feeling the Shu twins would see playing nurse as a waste of their talents, but such is the life if they intend to keep a harmonious environment.
Sturmhond clicks his tongue. Even then, even if her crew grows amicable towards his, he'll need to take it a step further. It will all mean nothing if he can't earn Captain Marya's trust.
