Re: Chapter 9: At Sea
The Sahuagin attack was troubling, even if it proved unsuccessful in the end. It was just one more thing they needed to contend with and be on the lookout for as they continued their quest. However the short-lived attack paled in comparison to the latest obstacle in their path. The storm had battered and tossed the Wraith and it’s crew for what seemed like days now, and it wasn’t the first time Bronwyn had the thought that this natural occurrence was anything but.
Demon born, she mouthed the words into what she perceived as the eye of the storm.
For all the good it had done.
Her hair was matted in clumps wherever it touched clothing or skin. Said clothing was equally soaked and sodden, making her movements more effort, than grace. Yet what could she do?
She was no sailor, but she had managed to acquire some small measure of skill during all their time aboard the Wraith. She had made it her priority to never be simply a passenger, when there was something that could be done. The ship was an engineering marvel, and its crew was second to none. It could sail itself through the toughest of nature’s fury, but this storm was pushing that ingenuity, and its crew, to the limit.
Elec’s and Eladrin’s voices came cracked and raw over the din of the storm, but the orders never wavered or ceased and Bronwyn followed them as best she could. They needed to find safe harbor to wait out the storm, but it seemed more and more likely that the only course was to ride it out, and pray.
Goddess preserve us, she thought, not for the first time since this began, and sloshed across the deck to offer her assistance…
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