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Post by The Captain on Apr 9, 2008 16:44:04 GMT -5
The Captain sighed once more, watching as everyone vanished into nothingness. It wasn’t so much that the pirate was unable to perform such tasks – he had after all just soaked the whole of the battle field in damn near a foot of standing water – it was that he preferred not to upset the natural order of things. He was, after all, a pirate. Fiercely superstitious was his whole crew with him the pinnacle of it all. Every possible step he could take to ensure not only safe journey but bountiful return, to obtain the blessings of the very currents he could control with a whim.
“Perhaps that is power…”
He blinked a few times, shifting his all white eyes to the Air Sedi that remained. Perhaps he was misguided and his bias was based upon sheer lunacy, and with that thought he offered the girl a slight smile. She was, after all, his mode of transportation and hoofing it from what would have been the northern most part of Terra Centilina to the southern coasts was something he certainly didn’t want to undertake, especially after everything that had happened.
“You must forgive me, lass. I’m slightly… jaded to your jitatin element. See, most folk like me, well, we’re not especially pure and righteous, yeah? As a matter of fact I’d just as soon damn the whole of you and your daddy’s lands to the Locker if the price suited me.”
He sighed again as he shifted his weight, leaning more so on the Arc of Water. He glanced back to the Temple before turning his attention back to Wynne. He ran a grubby hand through his stringy, white hair before bringing it to the bridge of his nose, closing his eyes tightly for a moment.
“Not to say I still would, I suppose. Chances are all the vaults in all the remaining cities couldn’t meet me price any longer. I’m sort of a hot commodity now it would seem, eh?”
The Captain smirked as he shifted his weight, pulling the Arc of Water from the sinking mud.
“Life at sea, eh? Not much to say, really? It’s freedom. Pure freedom. For me, least ways. I see something I want and I rip it outta the jitatin hands that hold it. Damn to the Depths your laws and codes. No place for ‘em on the waters. That’s where you’ve got to live by your wits and strength alone. Shall we? However you intend on doing this at least…”
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Wynne Siusan Sedi
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Post by Wynne Siusan Sedi on Apr 14, 2008 20:32:49 GMT -5
Wynne tried not to frown at the Captains words of selling out her and her ‘daddy’, at his words of her purity and innocence; making it sound almost mocking and insulting at the same time. She did smirk at his wry comment though that he might not do it, instead just trying to hide her previous insult as much as she could, nodding instead as he said to get the show on the road, so to say. Pure Freedom, as much as she admired the thought she thought it a joke of itself; freedom was merely an illusion, for each chain bound in one way. He was free but at the same married to the Sea, there in itself was servitude though she didn’t think that her life now held any bindings besides to that of family. Perhaps that was the problem with her now; the idleness of a Warrior born that was filled with the knowledge she was too old to pester her father and too young to do much more than be useful to the rebuilding. It didn’t help her temperament anymore that the previous void to which she held something of a meaning was growing vast.
Jaded.
“Ah, codes and laws…”
The laughter was almost a release as she called the winds to them, lifting them up into the air. Her father was all about them, she was raised with them, and previous to the Death’s of her sister’s she held no accounting for any of them. In fact, broke them quite frequently when she could, include running away a few times. She knew her father loved her, deep down, but the man was not only a Sedian Male but had been a ruler of the people and had little time to care and coddle, so to say. He was a Warrior and she was sure the maternal side to him had never really set it; but the unusual circumstances of her birth she was ignorant to, perhaps rightfully so. Instead as she was unable to traditionally carry the Captain as most of the other’s could, she tried to get him to see the Air’s as something almost like a rough sea; for the two elements could often be used together as a sharp weapon. Though she wouldn’t talk much upon the journey unless he so wished it, as she was in her glory upon the journey.
Her blonde hair wanted to be free and indeed she wouldn’t mind a dip in a lake and fresh clothes as she was still dressed in the muddy clothes from before with her hair braided tightly to her head; and for all the ‘flighty’ element she was she loved the free flow of gowns and hair to the restrictions of pants and braids. So she carried the Captain to where he’d point out as they moved over Sea’s and port, her exhaustion never apparent as she’d done ‘so little’ she felt in the bigger battle. Though as they would near his ship, as she’d descend them she’d take an almost slight shift in her mood, almost withdrawn before she finally spoke up.
“My Father doesn’t need me at home now, and I have the feeling I’d be a third wheel anyways. Do you have need for an Air Sedi upon your ship?”
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Post by The Captain on Apr 15, 2008 12:03:45 GMT -5
The pirate seemed to stumble, as if one were about to lose balance and fall. He blinked a few times as panic swept over his form, his hands tightening around the Arc of Water as both he and Wynne rose into the air.
“Well this is different.”
It was quite some time before he got used to the strange, almost weight-less feeling, but soon he enjoyed the breeze on his face. It brought a soft smile to his face as they blew across his face, his hair flowing behind him with the gentle winds. He closed his eyes and sighed contently, imagining himself back upon his flagship sailing at top speed around the open seas.
“See, it’s always been an easy choice for me. Never really had a family, never really had friends. Most folk don’t rightly know how to deal with a stark white person like myself. So I drifted a lot and finally found the coast. I remember it perfectly. The sun had just started to sink below the waves and the winds were blowing right at me face. The waters were calm and cool and I couldn’t deny the feeling. I knew I had to be at sea.”
He smiled softly as they drifted across the lands of Terra Centilina. These memories, at least, were the pleasant ones and he began to tell the young Air Sedi some of his experiences upon the seas. The fierce hurricanes, the powerful waves and the strange sightings. Bizarre sea creatures that he was certain even Lasius didn’t know existed. That made him feel proud. He knew most things that others did not, as most Sedi paid no attention to the waters around their lands. But the Captain knew them intimately.
As the two drifted gently to the ground, the Captain’s eyebrow shot up at Wynne’s question. He stared almost blankly at her, glancing back and forth between her and the ship. He sighed softly and shook his head. He knew the longing she was almost definitely feeling, and knew it would be almost too cruel to deny her.
“Its frightful bad luck to have a female aboard, lass. Let alone all me mates who haven’t… well. You know. But you Air Sedi are hard to come by and one so eager to join without being cracked in the head with a spar… well, I think we might be able to accommodate that.”
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Wynne Siusan Sedi
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Post by Wynne Siusan Sedi on Apr 16, 2008 13:31:45 GMT -5
Wynne blinked slightly, flinching only slightly when he said it was ‘bad luck’ to have a female aboard. Interest instead tried to hide itself at these myths but she stuffed it down as he offered indeed to find a place for her. Delight couldn’t be written plainly across her face because she didn’t wish to sneak in the childish delight she had at feeling accepted somewhere. So instead she smiled and moved to set the Captain down gently on the deck, before speaking again, still adrift on invisible air currents. She offered him a smile again, undeterred by his mannerisms or even the odd paleness to his flesh and person, even though it was a startling thing Wynne simply accepted people for who she saw them as; faces or different beliefs aside. He fought by her side and for her Father, he fought against Sitherack, and she needed to know little else about the man at the moment.
“I need to return to Sethia simply long enough to gather some things and bathe but I will return before you set out again... Thank you.”
She backed away from the ship so as not to disturb the man and those on it, and her body simply vanished into thin air as it were, leaving behind not even the clothing that she’d been wearing. Within seconds she was in the room where she’d stayed in Sethia, and she was stuffing as many clothes (skirts, pants, winter clothes) as she could fit into the backpack, which had an odd charm to it placed by the Magick Sedi’s to carry more than it appeared. Sticking her head out only long enough to speak to a startled servant moving about the halls that she needed a bath drawn she took herself back into her room and started to undo the braids that were tight against her head. She’d lost the scythe in the battle in Tarthia but she was not a weapons warrior unless it came down to it; her best weapons were her element at a distance. Perhaps she’d learn the bow better at a later point.
Even as the servants moved in carrying the things she needed for her bath (a favor to the only daughter now to the old Lord General) she finished packing her bag, smiling as she snapped it closed and waited for the bath to be filled. She thanked them and shimmied out of the restrictive clothing, and diving in the water only as long as it took her to get the dirt and grime off of her person and let the shock of her cold flesh against the sudden warm water. She rubbed scented soaps through her hair and across her body until it was red from the scrubbing, and she quickly left and dressed as fast as she could manage. She knew it wouldn’t help the fact that she slid into a long dress, loose fitting and comfortably died the soft pink that she loved. It was simple in design and showed off her arms but covered her all the way to her ankles where she slid on the pair of boots that had been a gift a few holiday’s ago from one of her sisters.
The skin boots were soft and comfortable as she wiggled her toes through it, brushing her long oddly colored golden strands of hair out as she stared in the mirror. Indeed, how many of her father’s daughter’s had been the Dark haired versions of the Sedi? Wynne herself was born with the luxurious golden strands but the pale blue eyes… they showed her for what she was. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she decided not to bind up the strands as she grabbed her bag, penning a quick note to her father and sending it on the air currents so it would land within his rooms, just the note that she had found a way to help the rebuilding of Sethia by procuring herself a position upon the good Captain Ishmael’s ship; and that he shouldn’t worry.
Then, with a lightheartedness she’d not felt in as long as she could remember took over her as she caught the winds, riding her way back to the Captains’ ship, the rugged brown backpack slung carelessly over one shoulder.
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Post by The Captain on Apr 17, 2008 11:57:26 GMT -5
The Captain glanced up at the approaching Wynne and turned to face his crew, eyes narrowing at the obvious looks they were giving her. They were at sea for months upon months on end and coming back to their cove, well, wasn’t exactly satisfying either. Like savage dogs they stared up at the Air Sedi, and as she would land on the deck of his ship the Captain moved to stand in front of her. He gripped the Arc of Water tightly and made a few steps towards the whole of the crew that had gathered to see the new edition.
“Right. Look here you jitatin sea-rats. This here is the daughter of the former Lord General and she’s proved her salt. Which is more than I can say for half of you fools here. I swear to the Depths if I catch any one of you looking at her wrong or if so much as a hair is misplaced on her head, you’ll have me to deal with.”
Shouts erupted from the assembled crew as they banded tighter together, screaming angrily and pumping their fists at the pirate captain before them. They cried out that it had been ages since any of them had seen gold, let alone a woman and it was the least the Captain could do to sedate the more primal of feelings all of them were experiencing. But the Captain remained silent and steadfast, only taking a few steps backwards as the shouts rang out across the ship.
Then it happened. One deckhand, and then another and another started to move towards the Captain, almost hesitantly. He watched each step as his eyes narrowed more, and shaking his head an almost devious smirk spread over his face. He turned to face Wynne only once, slamming the Arc of Water down and into the deck of the ship with a wink. He reached outwards to seemingly touch her, but instead reached into what seemed to be two compartments, pulling forth a saber and a crude looking club from what looked to be nothingness. Random caches like this were scattered across all of his ships in locations only he knew about. Life at sea was hectic, after all, and one never knew when a weapon would be needed.
“You kreld-eating mutinous bastards will pay for this.”
His voice was soft for the first time as he whirled around, easily stopping the first blow that was aimed for his midsection. His sword clanged with that of one of the deckhands as the Captain placed a solid boot into the man’s chest, knocking him backwards into the advancing mob. An almost insane smile spread over his face as he brought the club down hard on another deckhand’s temple, taking the poor pirate to the ground immediately.
“WHO ELSE?!”
The Captain snarled as he lashed out, parrying blows and swiping at exposed flesh. Blood spattered across his stark white skin as he forced the mob back farther and farther, bodies laying in his wake. The attacks became less and less as each body fell and soon the mob was quiet altogether, ten bodies lying on either side of the Captain showing the path he just cut through them.
“You wretched fools will NOT question my orders again or I’ll damn the whole lot of ye to the Locker! LIFE SEDI! Clean up this wretched mess. I want this ship ready to go by sun down. It’s clear and the moon is out. I’ve not felt the salty breeze for quite some time. MOVE!”
He smashed the club into one more deckhand as he bellowed out his orders before turning, throwing both his blood-stained sword and club to the ground. He wiped the spatters of blood from his face as he moved back to Wynne, reaching out to pluck the Arc of Water from the deck before smirking at the Air Sedi.
“Sure you want to be a pirate, lass?”
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Wynne Siusan Sedi
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Post by Wynne Siusan Sedi on Apr 18, 2008 14:13:01 GMT -5
Wynne frowned more than slightly as the men attacked Ishmael, watching as he ruthlessly moved and she was fascinated by watching how the man brawled. Rather than being horrified at the sight, her face took on a more interesting thought – the mannerisms in which the men fought and the desire to learn how to use it. Possibly then the Warrior in her could be satisfied with how to fight rather than constantly channeling her control of her element through her; she could us simpler means and be able to possibly fight longer after a time. Though she didn’t interfere yet, it would seem that Ishmael easily had the upper hand and she was thinking there might be more to the fight than simply protecting her; dominance and dissention in ranks was something of politics that she understood.
So she landed, silently after the fight was over, the edges of her skirt shifting about her with a breeze before she looked at Ishmael, shrugging slightly. Her blue eyes took in the ship, the remaining men, the weary looks most had and she knew that she was trouble and understood the warnings to his question. He’d let her join because of pity, she realized, but she wouldn’t let it hurt her. She didn’t feel useful a lot these days at home and she had an opportunity here to present herself in a way that might prove useful. Though to say that some of the men’s words hadn’t turned her thirteen shades of red would be an understatement; but she managed to keep her calm as if she were somewhat unaware of the burning on her ears and face, but her blue eyes that sparkled where both proud and determined. She offered the pale pirate her own smile, producing a cloth from her bag to offer him to wipe at his face.
“If you have faith in me, it should be enough. With any luck, I’ll prove myself more than simply female, and they’ll see me as just another crew member. Where did you learn how to fight?”
It was a stupid question in some ways as all Sedi were Warriors, but Wynne was also somewhat odd of a girl in many ways, her studies included mostly her element over actual physical training; not to say she had none because she had most basics and other’s like Archery to which she’d taken an acute liking in. Though a hand to hand combat wasn’t her strongest, it wasn’t something that being who she had been she was used to. Holding onto her shoulder strap carefully, she curled her fingers around the worn brown material.
“So.. where’s my room?”
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Post by The Captain on Apr 23, 2008 12:42:58 GMT -5
The Captain chuckled as her words touched his ears. They twitched slightly as he glanced behind him, watching the mutilated corpses slowly be healed and ultimately brought back from the great beyond. Her thinking was right, of course, he needed to display his dominance in order to keep control of his crew. Most of his authority was derived from sheer respect, most of his crew having been around since the inception of his career. But for the few that were still on the fence, he would prove that his ships were his kingdom. And that everyone on board would listen to his voice and his voice alone.
“So long as you can fill these sails all day long, I don’t need to have faith. You just keep a keen eye out, tell me what’s going on in the horizon and observe us when things get a bit… hairy.”
He smirked again and patted her head. There wasn’t any malice in his actions, it was just natural. His white skin and white hair didn’t tell of his age, but the pirate was quite old. No one, in truth, knew how old he was or where he had originally come from. Everyone that knew him simply assumed he was born of the sea and one day, when the waves wished it, he would return too it.
As he went to walk away, he paused in mid step and turned to face Wynne one last time. He, again, glanced beyond her to ensure that his crew were indeed carrying out his orders and not standing around before moving closer to her, speaking in almost a whisper.
“The crew is supposed to sleep together; the main lodging is two decks below. But we’ll not have that for you, your father would have my head. I’ll have quarters prepared for you by nightfall. Your post, however, is the top crows nest. I’ll explain your duties in the morning tomorrow. For now, get used to the height and everything and I’ll inform you when your quarters are ready.”
With that he turned away from her, and vanished below the ship to begin tending to her quarters personally. His ears were still as sharp as ever, and the old pirate would be listening to his crew. As much as Wynne might have hated it, the Captain would have to watch out for her above all else. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to explaining a possible death to the Sage of Shadows.
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Post by Wynne Siusan Sedi on May 8, 2008 20:03:50 GMT -5
Being patted on the head was more than mildly irritating, Wynne’s lips pulled down into an almost scowl, but she hid it well. Being treated like an obedient pup wasn’t overly appealing. Still, he had started to move away and she watched him come close, his words making her heart race. True, she’d have fought tooth and nail to sleep among them but she was more worried about the other potential possibilities of being roomed with that many men at sea, and realized for one of the first times the reality of that situation, but was quickly relieved by Ishmael’s words. Still, she watched him move down and nodded, almost wanting to protest that she could help. Instead she turned, looking up at the tall area and felt delight go through her, her post would indeed be a place that was heaven for her, up within the currents of air directing them. Channeling the Aether wouldn’t cause that much exhaustion in her especially as a simple thing of calling winds and breezes, or even simply controlling the normal ones.
These thoughts were appealing to her more as she heard the movement of men shift and was suddenly aware that she wasn’t exactly alone on this large ship and her blue eyes shifted to those who were seemingly doing innocent tasks but were easily making an almost circle around her. Scowls were sent her way and many of the men seemed displeased and almost more than with the carnal and very primal desires of most men at sea. As was the way if they couldn’t have her, they’d dislike her. She didn’t expect to make any of them feel different right away, she’d have to earn her way with them though not saying Ishmael’s word wasn’t exactly enough, but in a life where change comes as easy as the breeze, rough men need to get used to rough changes. She was sure it wouldn’t take long before rumors of her bewitching the captain somehow would go around, but put those thoughts aside
She opened herself, challenging the energy through her as the breezes shifted and she felt the first one come after her, a mixture of rage and lust within his eyes and she felt the training overtake her. She waited until he was near enough to her that she could use her dexterity to slide sideways, using his own momentum and surprise at her swiftness to throw him across the side of the ship that she’d been standing near. Others started moving and she knew that Ishmael would probably be up if he heard the commission, but she didn’t care. Now a better time to test herself and show these men she was not a simple decoration or simply a woman; she was a Sedi, She was a Warrior, and she was the daughter of the old Lord General and they would do well to remember that she would have training under one of the more stricter known men in Sedian history (even if he had gone soft on his own children more than his men).
Her element embraced her, around her, swirling in currents soft enough that even someone standing a few inches away couldn’t feel, but it was that simple control of manipulation that kept her control easier. Another came at her, though this one was a bit smarter about his attack, he came slow, with a grace that might make most predators feel envy. He moved like a knife dancer and she was pretty sure if she made a wrong move a mistaken intention could end up a knife in her throat before she even realized what was happening, she took in his every movement, including the slightest limp to show a weakness as he approached her. She could hear words somewhere but her ears weren’t fully receiving them, taunts or other mental tactics were common in fights, it could enrage or throw off your opponent especially in a situation where gender could be taken for granted.
He was almost to her, within barely a hairs reach shy of being able to reach out an arm and grab her when she saw her opportunity, using the wind to enhance her speed and once more agility, she leapt into the air, propelling herself up enough and using the force of her wind to enhance the strength of her kick as she hit him sharply behind the knees, making the pirate loose his balance and fall to his knee, and using the same agility and speed sent her foot kicking back to his head to finish knocking him out. Unfortunately for her, the blade dancer was smart enough to anticipate that and grabbed her ankle, twisting in an almost painful way she turned her body, moving in the direction he wished and using her free leg to come down on his wrist painfully enough to make him let her go. She propelled herself backwards, away from him and saw the weariness in the man’s eyes, a second guess that maybe this girl wasn’t so easy a pushover.
Her blue eyes were hard, cold, and merciless, devoid of that innocent glimmer that was a well enough mask for most of her life, showing a bit of that angst child she’d been before the battle of the Gods. So she watched him come closer to her, careful, anticipating and felt the tension ease out of her body. It was a mistake to think that she was actually relaxing as her eyes and body were equally alert, but she felt him come closer again, letting him come close enough that his arm snaked out, reaching as if he were going to grab her arm, and used the winds once more to help her movements, keeping the breeze close enough to her to propel herself sideways, his arm smoothly hitting the space where she was as her elbow came down across his arm, hitting a spot nice and hard enough that a man’s horse cry came from his throat, grabbing his numb limb which mercifully on her part, wasn’t broken. She aimed her foot towards him, kicking out again but letting it fall a hairs breadth away from his face, her eyes cold.
“Don’t underestimate your opponent; a man in your line of work shouldn’t n the first place. Especially a Sedian woman.”
She didn’t like the way the anger flooded the man’s face but she dropped her foot back to the deck, knowing still that even though she had done well now the men had underestimated her and wouldn’t do so again, that next time they came for her she’d have to know more than the simple tricks of defense she knew now. Maybe she’d ask Ishmael to teach her his brawl fighting, but she’d have to start practicing. The direction caused her lips to twitch, the newfound sense of freedom as she called the winds to her, using her control of it as she pulled it through her body, propelling herself upwards like some wingless angel, aiming for the deck. Her dress billowed around her, and as she neared the crow’s nest she reached out, pulling herself into the wooden hold and closing her eyes as the breeze hit her face.
Understanding of Ishmael’s words hit her and they hadn’t even left yet, but the prospect was lightning her heart enough that the smile was genuine and reached those iced pale blues, her own blonde hair carelessly tossing in the wind. The height was no issue, the movement might be getting used to where she was but the winds on her face, that was more than she could imagine ever having been a problem.
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Post by The Captain on May 11, 2008 15:56:31 GMT -5
He hadn’t even made it all the way to his chambers yet before he stopped and sighed. Slowly he brought his hand up to the bridge of his nose and muttered words under his breath. Apparently being away from his ships for so long was enough to make his crew forget who called the shots. But he continued onward, his movements a bit swifter as he opened the door to his private quarters. Without much care he swung the door open and almost smirked as he heard a soft splash of water. The smirk than washed clean off his face as he realized who could have been chucked overboard.
Securing the Arc of Water in a large ornate chest the Captain growled and once more whipped around, grabbing one of the many sabers that adorned his room before starting his climb back to the main deck. He had almost reached his destination when he heard a thud. The last few steps to bring him to the topside were even faster and he once more smirked – if for only a second – to see that it must have been Wynne that had brought the rather large crew member to the deck and launch another overboard.
His movements were precise and seemed to be almost plan and with the two steps it took to bring him from the lower decks to the fallen crew member were that of a predator. As each foot hit softly on the hard wood deck, his arm moved from his side, removing the eloquent saber from its scabbard and tossing it aside. The second step was devastating. Some members of the crew had saw the Captain’s approach and like terrified dogs they shrunk away from what was assuredly to be a not-so-pleasant sight.
And indeed, the fluid motion of the Captain’s saber smashing down into the center of the fallen crew member’s head was enough to make even the most hardened pirate aboard cringe and hold back the bile from exploding outwards. The sound was sickening in and of itself, the cold steel smashing through bone and brain, bursting down the poor crew member’s windpipe and ultimately puncturing one of his hearts. The blood spattered like a heavy stoned being dropped into a calm pool of water, and an almost primal snarl ripped from the Captain’s throat as he jerked the saber hard to the left.
As if the sudden introduction of cold steel straight down the pirate’s body wasn’t enough, the sickening sound of both spinal cords snapping with the savage motion was enough to make several of the crew members run to the side to vomit overboard. The Captain roared with what could only be described as sheer bloodlust as he released his grip on the saber, kicking the now deceased pirate to the deck, looking savagely around at the rest of his crew.
“Apparently, you fools don’t understand the words coming out of my mouth.”
He brought his boot down hard on the side of the deceased pirate’s head, effectively crushing the poor man’s skull completely. Blood and brain splashed across the deck as once again the crew shrank back from the fierce looking pirate Captain, his eyes wide with fury as the smell of blood drifted into his nostrils.
“I hear and see everything on all of my ships. Mutiny will be dealt with accordingly.”
Disgusted, the Captain turned back to the utterly decimated pirate, and in several quick motions hurled the destroyed corpse overboard, laughing inwardly as it landed upon the poor fool that had been thrown overboard. He gave no orders for the floating man to be saved and instead commanded the crew to way anchor and to leave the wretched landscape that the Captain had been on for far too long. It was time to return to sea.
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