Şêphàrv'aïm
Purple Pirate
The sun beat hot down on the Broken King's deck. She presumably floated lazily in the doldrums of the Sea of Diana with no significant enough breeze either way to get out of the listless waters. If it didn't pick up soon, they might have to startSeph nonchalantly scanned the deck for anyone paying attention to him. Once he was sure that no one was paying attention to him, he took a covert and heavy swig of the unwatered down rum hidden inside a thick coil of rope.
Throat burning, the bosun of the Broken King leaned against the railing of the ship and stared off across the shimmering waters. Life on the sea seemed to have lost its luster in the last few months. He blinked and saw Brach’s face as he was incinerated from the inside out. He returned his gaze back to the water and sighed. Losing people wasn’t a rarity in this profession, and it was always a difficult thing to go through, but there was something about these last couple of losses that was tearing him up inside.
The guilt and fear was welling up inside of him from the memories. He almost reached for the hidden bottle of rum again but his fist clenched and he slammed it into the wood of the railing. It wasn’t going to help him. Rum wasn’t what he needed right now. With this guilt had come a deep, aching thirst but it was not for rum or wine. When he closed his eyes and it was not Brach’s burned out eyes or Sweary Guy’s lifeless body, he had the inexplicable urge to drink blood again. The untethered, hazy memory of his last indulgence was impossible to escape. His dreams were bombarded with thoughts of drinking blood and the dead bodies of his friends. In the real horrible ones he dreamt of both.
“What is that?” The voice brought him out of his thoughts. A friend was calling, one that was still living. The quel’anthasan turned to look at his crewmate and saw the halfling Krinn standing on his toes to point over the railing at something on the horizon. Seph squinted across the water but his elf eyes did little to alleviate any confusion. He pulled out the spyglass on his belt and aimed it towards the mass.
Again, only more confusion followed. It looked like an island out there. He put down the spyglass and exchanged a look with Krinn. They had traveled this route many times and if there was to be any land within sight it would have to be coming from the exact opposite direction of this anomaly on the horizon.
Throat burning, the bosun of the Broken King leaned against the railing of the ship and stared off across the shimmering waters. Life on the sea seemed to have lost its luster in the last few months. He blinked and saw Brach’s face as he was incinerated from the inside out. He returned his gaze back to the water and sighed. Losing people wasn’t a rarity in this profession, and it was always a difficult thing to go through, but there was something about these last couple of losses that was tearing him up inside.
The guilt and fear was welling up inside of him from the memories. He almost reached for the hidden bottle of rum again but his fist clenched and he slammed it into the wood of the railing. It wasn’t going to help him. Rum wasn’t what he needed right now. With this guilt had come a deep, aching thirst but it was not for rum or wine. When he closed his eyes and it was not Brach’s burned out eyes or Sweary Guy’s lifeless body, he had the inexplicable urge to drink blood again. The untethered, hazy memory of his last indulgence was impossible to escape. His dreams were bombarded with thoughts of drinking blood and the dead bodies of his friends. In the real horrible ones he dreamt of both.
“What is that?” The voice brought him out of his thoughts. A friend was calling, one that was still living. The quel’anthasan turned to look at his crewmate and saw the halfling Krinn standing on his toes to point over the railing at something on the horizon. Seph squinted across the water but his elf eyes did little to alleviate any confusion. He pulled out the spyglass on his belt and aimed it towards the mass.
Again, only more confusion followed. It looked like an island out there. He put down the spyglass and exchanged a look with Krinn. They had traveled this route many times and if there was to be any land within sight it would have to be coming from the exact opposite direction of this anomaly on the horizon.