Moturdrn

[12-Feb-2005]

He stood out on deck, looking out in the direction he had travelled from, leaning on the railings at the stern of the ship.

Quicker than I had anticipated.

Indeed, the weather had provided a fine few days of sailing when he had set off, but entering the seas surrounding Britannia, the water had become that bit more unwelcoming. Still, he was making time, at least a day ahead of schedule, and the ship was a fine one indeed, the Ward of Melana.
He'd ask a bit about the lands from the locals, find out as much information as he could, and then find his way to wherever the army was...
Serpent's Hold was it that he'd been told? Nevermind, he'd check later.

That ship...
Two days ago, they'd passed another ship, headed in the direction from which he departed.
He thought he could recognise the faint image of the person standing on the bow of that boat, looking forwards.

Perhaps...
With that thought he made his way to below deck, to his sleeping compartment. Slowly gathering his items, he still had a day, but he wanted to be ready.
Placing everything into the corner by the door, which he then locked, he walked over to the bed, and proceeded to lie down.
Resting his eyes, the room became still. Tomorrow was a long day...

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