The Hellion's Court

Chapter 3: Across the Sea

The boat Grigasson had found was massive. A galleon as long as a port, with nine sails in total. He, Misha, Clooney, and Rinnel had all shown up to board the ship with bags packed. Unsure what to bring, Orius packed everything he considered to be essential. A crossbow, spare boots, lock picks, rope. Anything you'd ever need for a heist. It was all he'd ever known to pack.

Misha made sure to bring her measures, and books for studying. Among the things Clooney had been sure to bring was his Black Book, said to hold the name of every thief to ever live or come to be. While the book was filled with names, it was merely a list of contacts for any given place, even Lanitia. Rinnel had packed much the same as Orius. Heist tools, and spare clothes. Only what was needed. Rinnel was proficient with short sword, however, and had his hanging from his belt.

"Clooney, update my profile for me." Rinnel said, strolling onto the deck of the ship, "Add sailor to it. I'm a man of the sea, now."

"As soon as you pay me a paper fee." Clooney said.

"What? I paid you last week." Rinnel said, spinning on his heal to look at him.

"Yes, for the information I gave you." Clooney nodded.

"... Hey!" Rinnel laugh, throwing a few fake punches at his gut, "What d'you think you're doing man! Trying to throw me under the carriage here? What's with this guy?"

"That's so funny!" Misha laughed, throwing her arms behind her, "Wow!"

"Is she for real?" Rinnel asked, looking at Orius.

"No, I'm not real." She said flatly.

"Right, well I'm going to get a beer!" Rinnel said, clapping his hands together, "Who's with me? Cloon'? C'mon buddy!"

"Well, you twisted my arm." Clooney laughed, and followed his friend bellow deck.

"Your friends are so cool." Misha said.

"Don't antagonize them too much." Orius said, heading bellow deck to the cabins.

The ship was unlike how Orius had imagined it. People who sailed the sea either did so on private crafts, or aboard great cargo ships. This massive ship was somewhere in between. Cargo was stored in the top level bellow deck. Bellow those, were the personal rooms and crew cabins. They weren't much. Small rooms with bunked beds, and a dresser. Misha and Orius had agreed to share a room, at the risk of having to share it with a stranger.

"Oh I so call the top bunk." Misha said.

"Fine by me." Orius said, sitting down on his now claimed bed.

"So we're really going to spend two months on this boat?" She asked.

"The perfect time to catch up on studying." Orius said.

"I think you were born to be a nagging parent. You do it so well." She said, putting away her clothes into one of the dresser drawers.

"I try." He said smugly.

"I'm going to go crazy, this was a horrible idea." She laughed.

"You're going to go crazy? I'll kill you before that happens." Orius said, holding his hands out, "I don't know how we've managed to live together for this long."

"I think the only person stopping you from trying to toss me into the fire place was Quintir." Misha smiled.

"We might be seeing him, too, when we arrive." Orius said.

"Really?" She said, smiling wide.

'I sent a letter this morning." Orius said, "There's a good chance it will reach him before we get to Lanitia. Mail boats travel quicker than cargo ships."