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<blockquote data-quote="der_kluge" data-source="post: 2469969" data-attributes="member: 945">(now in new techno-first person/past tense perspective!)It was too quiet. In fact, it's been too quiet for a little bit now. I decided that it would be best to go on topdeck to figure out what was going on. Perhaps the sailors had found me out, and the jig was up. Perhaps I worry too much.When I got up top, I see these sailors throwing fruits overboard. Amazingly enough, there was also land not too far to the left. What is that, port side, I guess. These sailors look like they'd seen a ghost, and were acting all crazy.&nbsp; About that time I see the captain. I asked him what the hell was going on. The captain told me to be quiet, and got all concerned himself. &quot;you see that&quot;, he said, pointing up towards a high mountaintop just off the coastline. &quot;It looks like a bird&quot;, I said, &quot;maybe an albatross&quot;.&nbsp; &quot;You keep on telling yourself that&quot;. I looked again. Oh my god - that was no bird, that was a dragon way up high doing lazy eights in the sky over a rocky mountain top. I looked back at the captain and he just nodded coyly. &quot;What are we going to do?&quot; I asked.&nbsp; Gulles didn't intend to do anything. &quot;We should be safe out this far away from the coast. They don't tend to bother ships. The sailors are mighty spooked about it, though&quot;. I don't blame them. &quot;Why the hell are they throwing food overboard. Is it bad?&quot; &quot;No&quot;, gulles said, &quot;quite the contrary. They're offering praises to Threvis&quot;.&nbsp; &quot;Threvis!?&quot; I yelled, gathering stern glances from the men and from the captain who obviously didn't want to invite danger. Threvis, best as I can recollect, is an ancient god of the sea. I didn't think anyone worshipped him anymore. Most religion doesn't find much of a home all the way out in Innisfaeren, but apparently I was wrong. These guys were living proof of that.&quot;So, where are we?&quot;, I asked. Gulles said that we were on the southern tip of Innismere. Apparently the rumors of this being a dragon-infested island aren't much of an exaggeration. I wonder what I'd gotten myself into?Fortunately, the dragon never bothered to attack the ship. I think some of the sailors said that they figured it was pretty young anyway. He said that even though Innismere is home to a lot of dragons, most of them are fairly young. Like that's supposed to make the island a good place to take a picnic or something. A baby dragon is still scary enough for me. Hopefully I never encounter one.With any luck we should be landing in Rahanna in a couple of days. From there the ship will make its way to Devonshire, so hopefully my father will believe that I am in Devonshire, and he can start looking for me there. I hear Rahanna is pleasant this time of year. The sailors say that there are some nice inns near the docks, and I should be able to find work there, though they didn't elaborate on what kind of work they thought I was good at. They are a pleasant enough group of folks.</blockquote>

[QUOTE="der_kluge, post: 2469969, member: 945"] [i](now in new techno-first person/past tense perspective!)[/i] It was too quiet. In fact, it's been too quiet for a little bit now. I decided that it would be best to go on topdeck to figure out what was going on. Perhaps the sailors had found me out, and the jig was up. Perhaps I worry too much. When I got up top, I see these sailors throwing fruits overboard. Amazingly enough, there was also land not too far to the left. What is that, port side, I guess. These sailors look like they'd seen a ghost, and were acting all crazy. About that time I see the captain. I asked him what the hell was going on. The captain told me to be quiet, and got all concerned himself. "you see that", he said, pointing up towards a high mountaintop just off the coastline. "It looks like a bird", I said, "maybe an albatross". "You keep on telling yourself that". I looked again. Oh my god - that was no bird, that was a dragon way up high doing lazy eights in the sky over a rocky mountain top. I looked back at the captain and he just nodded coyly. "What are we going to do?" I asked. Gulles didn't intend to do anything. "We should be safe out this far away from the coast. They don't tend to bother ships. The sailors are mighty spooked about it, though". I don't blame them. "Why the hell are they throwing food overboard. Is it bad?" "No", gulles said, "quite the contrary. They're offering praises to Threvis". "Threvis!?" I yelled, gathering stern glances from the men and from the captain who obviously didn't want to invite danger. Threvis, best as I can recollect, is an ancient god of the sea. I didn't think anyone worshipped him anymore. Most religion doesn't find much of a home all the way out in Innisfaeren, but apparently I was wrong. These guys were living proof of that. "So, where are we?", I asked. Gulles said that we were on the southern tip of Innismere. Apparently the rumors of this being a dragon-infested island aren't much of an exaggeration. I wonder what I'd gotten myself into? Fortunately, the dragon never bothered to attack the ship. I think some of the sailors said that they figured it was pretty young anyway. He said that even though Innismere is home to a lot of dragons, most of them are fairly young. Like that's supposed to make the island a good place to take a picnic or something. A baby dragon is still scary enough for me. Hopefully I never encounter one. With any luck we should be landing in Rahanna in a couple of days. From there the ship will make its way to Devonshire, so hopefully my father will believe that I am in Devonshire, and he can start looking for me there. I hear Rahanna is pleasant this time of year. The sailors say that there are some nice inns near the docks, and I should be able to find work there, though they didn't elaborate on what kind of work they thought I was good at. They are a pleasant enough group of folks. [/QUOTE]

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