The Longest Night.
Ersin and Sunny were joined at the prow of the ship by the captain and first mate. Using their own spyglass, they looked at the light and discussed about it, even asking the opinion of the half elf and tortle, but there was nothing new that came out… there was a light at the horizon, two moons in the sky and a pair of starry eyes that seemed to watch everything. After conferring with his officers, the half elf called for everyone on the deck. It wasn’t hard to get everyone’s attention. Standing tall on the back deck, he removed his hat and seemed to look at each and everyone in the eyes.
Companions, we have all sailed together, some for years, other for less. This bond, this solidarity, is all around us. I would put my life on the line for all of you, and I know you would all do the same for me, for any member of this crew, of this family that calls the White Swan home.
He paused, letting that sentiment sink in, and smiled when he saw most of the heads nodding.
A week ago, we have left Caer Callydir in an hurry, because of what was uncovered by our family members, a danger to all. We had to do this to ensure the safety of all of us. I am proud of the reaction you all showed, despite the shore rest that was cut short. I promise you, next time, we’ll stay longer at port, and I will pay for enough rounds to each of you to have a night to remember!
That earned him cheering and clapping, that he let occur for a minute, before talking again.
Tonight, we experienced something new, something that probably no one in the Realms has ever lived. I cannot, and would not, hide the truth from you, the signs are manifest. Was it Umberlee that brought us here? I cannot say. What evidence we have, you can all see it. I do not think we are in the Realms anymore.
His hands gripped the balustrade and he leaned forward towards the crew.
Sisters, brothers. We are in a unique situation, where we’ll need to depend even more on each other, until such time where we can go back home. The White Swan has sustained damages during this storm, and we need to find land, a port, a shelter of some sort in this new world, to do those repairs. The sharp eyes of mister Styx has detected a light at the horizon. With no other immediate alternative, lets sail towards that light and see where that will lead us. But first, we need to honor Umberlee, if She can hear our prayers, for preserving us from the worse during that storm.
Brothers, Sisters. We will go back home! Keep that hope, keep that faith in our gods, in our family, in ourselves! WE WILL GO BACK HOME!
A loud cheer erupted on the deck, as everyone received their assignment from Machrel, the crew enthusiasm obvious in the preparation to set sail towards the light. As if Umberlee answered the prayers and sacrifice of gold the crew did in her name, a breeze lifted up, the expert sailors harnessing it to propel the ship towards the light…