!qw2cdBTZAc 01/13/12(Fri)14:56 No.17530178|
You take a deep breath of air, turning to the bosun, who looks to be about ten years older than you, with a thinner face, and numerous tattoos on his forearms, marking what ships he has served on with a small image that would be painted next to the ship's name. "Interesting site, but why are we stopping here? This dock seems deserted."
"This' our stop." The bosun leans over your shoulder, pointing to the end of the river on the map. "We're about here, so you should have 30 miles to go inland before you find that pile of rocks." He shrugs to you. "Hope you didn't leave anything at home, by the way. Our return time is going to be a couple of weeks in all likelihood."
"What? Why?" Tayn asks, looking out over the sea and squinting. "Can't we just run off of sails?"
"If the wind goes our way, sure, maybe one week or so." The bosun clenches his jaw and spits off the side of the ship. "But with all these other directions wind could come from up here, no matter how good yer steering is, if you have no power, you're floating dead." He looks off. "As fer it being deserted, maybe no one told 'em we were comin. We'll be here til you need us, or till the food runs low." He looks down at his wrist, checking a small number that has been marked there. "And from our last visit home, that shouldn't be another 3 months, so try and keep it below that time, ey?" He laughs, patting you on the shoulder as he goes down below decks to continue his duties.