Pirates of Cevaria

Chapter Eight: Clear the path! Kracken's Depths Ahead!

Aye, the northern sea has always been one of my favorite places.

The weather is significantly cooler compared to the other seas.

And thankfully, the next few nights greeted us in a peaceful passage throughout the sea.

But even still. Tairan and I found ourselves to be absolutely restless.

I hardly got any sleep after our visit and he stayed awake most nights helping everyone he could on the ship.

It was now the third night and I lay awake.

Tairan has been meaning to talk to me for some time now but I didn't have the heart to hear anything more after the one meeting I was granted with our father.

I thought I would talk to him when I felt ready. And when I was ready I would also read the books I was gifted.

So instead, for now, I held the map.

The palm-sized charcoal and gold rimmed treasure box felt as light as a few doubloons. As it opened in the dark of my room, it's lights scattered all across my walls and the ceiling.

I gazed up, in wonder.

It could only show Cevaria and the World Beyond Ours. But there were also bright, larger lights without detail, which I had to assume belonged to other worlds.

Many legends tell of the existence of other worlds and if they're true, then I want to see them all One day.

Perhaps.

Aye, one day.

I tried to shut my eyes but to no avail.

Three knocks sounded at the door and my eyes immediately flew open.

"Come in," I announced.

Footsteps followed after, revealing Layalia and Rycan. Rycan made his way to my desk to take a seat as Layalia sat at the edge of my bed.

I sat up now, curious to know what the reason was behind their frowning.

"Aye, what's the matter?" I asked.

Layalia and Rycan shared looks.

"Sorry to be disrupting your sleep, Captain. We might have a problem."

My eyes narrowed now.

Blimey, what now?

As we stood on the upper deck with Bali steering the helm, I looked through my monocular and saw an unpleasant sight.

"You're right," I responded.

Layalia and Rycan shared concerned looks.

I lowered the monocular, deep in thought.

Bloody gates of hell.

"Who is it? Do you recognize the ship?" Layalia asked.

"No." I then turned around to face Bali.

"Bali!"

She stiffened and tilted her head to meet me.

"Aye Capn' what be the problem?"

I walked toward her and opened the monocular for her to take a peek. As she did so, she winced, in slight panic.

"We're being followed."

"Captain, should we change route? What if we detour north west? It might take a bit longer but I know there are many islands scattered near each other. If we cut through them and make our own route, we can get them off our tale," Rycan suggested.