As the travelers settled into their quarters and wandered the decks, the galleon pulled smoothly out of the harbor and made eastward, keeping within eyesight of Cape Far. Before long, the town that they’d been in only a few hours ago was an indistinguishable dot on the grey horizon. The cliffs rose steadily higher at their side, as well as increasingly more rough-hewn and sharp. Their dark jagged line was soon the only landmark in sight; all the rest was dull-colored sea and sky. Around them, the waves took a more turbulent mood, making those with weak stomachs regret the voyage.
The bustle of the crew seemed minimal, most working shifts cleaning or keeping lookout. Gorbrekken and his first mate shared turns piloting the galleon and checking in on the crew and passengers. No one seemed to mind that Elinvath’s group wandered casually or sat out on deck, though the dwarves and their laymen did not emerge from their cabins.
[sblock="Doral"]Doral, meanwhile, found a pleasurable enough group of crewmen, who were currently occupied with taking stock of provisions in a lower hold. A light and joking conversation was soon struck up, and before long the beguiler was treated as a companion. (Especially helped by his offer to aid the organization of the rather haphazard storage hold.)
As their work continued on into the evening, for the crewmen’s shift wouldn’t allow them to eat dinner at the normal time, the conversation melted smoothly into more personal subjects. Starting with how interesting it was that they worked with a pirate band, even though they still remain members of the House Lyrandar, it led into how surely they must sometimes do much more dangerous and exciting things than rearrange storage holds.
“Eh, so menny kids a-come to th’ sea, hopin’ fer adventure… but s’lot ah hard work,” the most chatty crewman said, gesturing to the heaps of knotted rope he was untangling.
“But sometimes, ‘cuz we’re under orders ah the Prince ‘n all, we getta do some real dang’rous stuffs. ‘Specially on this ‘ere ship, a-‘cuz ah she’s so fast.”[/sblock]
As the hours passed lazily by, the sun began to droop nearer to the western horizon and the wind from the rapidly moving ship caught a new sting of cold as evening descended. Then, abruptly, the calm was broken by the shrill iron bell on the bridge, and the captain’s voice declaring dinner for any unoccupied crewmemebr or passenger who wanted it. As the crewmen on deck moved towards the stern set of doors and down to the galley, Gorbrekken slowly descended the companionway, and caught sight of the warforged quietly whittling in a corner of the deck. He strode over, and said much more jovially,
“So ‘ello, eh, Carver. List’n, about tha’ tour yeh were wanting… I promis’d our dwarv’n dignitaries I’d dine with ‘em. Hope yah don’ mind ‘n all. But, tah make it up to yah, I told Wilsbree up there to explain all ‘bout the Element’l to yeh.” He pointed towards the vapor-tower, where the first mate was navigating the ship.
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