"You have everything you need, then?"
The question made the gray-robed mage jump, and turn to regard the seaman giving him a quizzical look. Rough of face, salty of hair and stout of body; there could hardly be more differences between the grizzled deck hand and the Wave Dancer's newest recruit. Corwin Shadowkill was young, slight, with unkempt hair of midnight and watery eyes of blue. He couldn't be more out of his depth if he'd missed the gangplank entirely, and walked straight off the pier into the Rhydin harbour.
"Yes," he answered belatedly. "Yes, I have all of my acoutrements with me. I travel light." He held up the satchel that held all of his worldly belongings, barring those kept in and under his mage's robes. Seven years spent out of the world, out of time, had left him very little in the way of personal items. Those he retained, or had picked up in his brief return to Rhydin, easily fit into the enchanted satchel.
"Alright, then," the seaman said dubiously. "Cap'n said he wanted to see you as soon as he came aboard. If you'll lay to his cabin aft - that's the flat end-"
"Yes, thank you." Corwin cut him off before he could get another lecture on the layout of a ship. One had been quite sufficient, especially after they'd pointed out the craplines at the pointy end, where a man was expected to - suffice to say, he had looked into some slightly more dignified options. He made his way aft, trying not to stop and stare at the men running about willy-nilly, pulling on ropes and tying or untying them from cleats and hardpoints on the rails and deck. Maybe with time, he would be able to puzzle out the exact meaning behind their actions, other than that they intended to get the ship moving. It was going to be a long journey...
The captain emerged from his cabin as Corwin approached. He was a lean man, gray of hair and face, who looked as though a life spent under the relentless sun and ocean spray had ingrained him with that same salt. He nodded at the mage, his thin lips pursed in an expression of disapproval Corwin was beginning to think was habitual.
"Our young mage," he observed. "That all you have, then?"
"I don't need much," Corwin said again, feeling somewhat self conscious. Should he have gone out and purchased a sea bag and hammock, despite not requiring them?
"Very well," the captain said, turning away and climbing the stairs to the deck above. Corwin wasn't sure if they actually called it the 'poop,' but he was certain he wouldn't use that term until he'd heard someone else say it first. "You'll dine with the officers in their mess, and you'll be bunked with our second mate. You won't be required for watches, but you'll be expected to use your - talents - as the ship requires, and if you hear a pipe for 'all hands' you'll turn to with the other idlers." There was more activity on the deck below, and Corwin turned his head at the sound of harsh bellows, and the pounding of feet. The lines that held the Wave Dancer to the pier were being turned loose and drawn in - the ship was coming away, and with a sick lurch of his stomach Corwin realized that this was it, and he was well and truly at sea.
"Last line, sir!" Someone bellowed. A slightly less rough looking gentleman - one of the officers, perhaps - took up the cry, which was passed down the ship until it reached the waiting captain. The thin man nodded, apparently pleased for the first time since Corwin had met him.
"Shift colours," he said, and turned away to the rail. After a moment, he paused and looked at Corwin. "You may go, mage." The curt dismissal was obvious.
Corwin felt his cheeks redden. "Ah, yes. Right, then." And he looked around, not entirely sure where it was he was to go. Just then, a hand fell on his shoulder - or nearly so, although its owner didn't seem to notice that her touch fell perhaps half an inch shy of actually connecting with him. He looked back - and then down. The woman looking back up at him was easily half a foot or more shy of his own less-than-six, and the deep blue eyes staring back at him were less than amused.
"Come along, idler," she said. "Let's get you to our cabin."
Corwin blinked and would have frozen, except that the hand on his shoulder gave him no recourse but to follow. "I beg your pardon?"
"Name's Vandergrief," she said over her shoulder. "I'm the second mate aboard. I stand the port watch, but I'll try to keep from waking you; I know how you magic types need your beauty sleep."
"I- do you mean to say- you're?" Coherent sentences were apparently beyond him. At the first sight of their cabin, speech entirely was gone. He'd been in restroom stalls that were more spacious. Two bunks, one above the other, against the wall in a cubby that was barely large enough for them both to squeeze in at the same time without one of them lying down in their rack.
"You're Shadowkill, right? Think I remember you. You worked on an air-ship few years back, yeah? You were the Molly's friend." The deck shifted under their feet, and some of the whipcoil tension in the woman's shoulders eased. "Ah, good... we're past the breakwater and out to sea."
Corwin could only shake his head...
The question made the gray-robed mage jump, and turn to regard the seaman giving him a quizzical look. Rough of face, salty of hair and stout of body; there could hardly be more differences between the grizzled deck hand and the Wave Dancer's newest recruit. Corwin Shadowkill was young, slight, with unkempt hair of midnight and watery eyes of blue. He couldn't be more out of his depth if he'd missed the gangplank entirely, and walked straight off the pier into the Rhydin harbour.
"Yes," he answered belatedly. "Yes, I have all of my acoutrements with me. I travel light." He held up the satchel that held all of his worldly belongings, barring those kept in and under his mage's robes. Seven years spent out of the world, out of time, had left him very little in the way of personal items. Those he retained, or had picked up in his brief return to Rhydin, easily fit into the enchanted satchel.
"Alright, then," the seaman said dubiously. "Cap'n said he wanted to see you as soon as he came aboard. If you'll lay to his cabin aft - that's the flat end-"
"Yes, thank you." Corwin cut him off before he could get another lecture on the layout of a ship. One had been quite sufficient, especially after they'd pointed out the craplines at the pointy end, where a man was expected to - suffice to say, he had looked into some slightly more dignified options. He made his way aft, trying not to stop and stare at the men running about willy-nilly, pulling on ropes and tying or untying them from cleats and hardpoints on the rails and deck. Maybe with time, he would be able to puzzle out the exact meaning behind their actions, other than that they intended to get the ship moving. It was going to be a long journey...
The captain emerged from his cabin as Corwin approached. He was a lean man, gray of hair and face, who looked as though a life spent under the relentless sun and ocean spray had ingrained him with that same salt. He nodded at the mage, his thin lips pursed in an expression of disapproval Corwin was beginning to think was habitual.
"Our young mage," he observed. "That all you have, then?"
"I don't need much," Corwin said again, feeling somewhat self conscious. Should he have gone out and purchased a sea bag and hammock, despite not requiring them?
"Very well," the captain said, turning away and climbing the stairs to the deck above. Corwin wasn't sure if they actually called it the 'poop,' but he was certain he wouldn't use that term until he'd heard someone else say it first. "You'll dine with the officers in their mess, and you'll be bunked with our second mate. You won't be required for watches, but you'll be expected to use your - talents - as the ship requires, and if you hear a pipe for 'all hands' you'll turn to with the other idlers." There was more activity on the deck below, and Corwin turned his head at the sound of harsh bellows, and the pounding of feet. The lines that held the Wave Dancer to the pier were being turned loose and drawn in - the ship was coming away, and with a sick lurch of his stomach Corwin realized that this was it, and he was well and truly at sea.
"Last line, sir!" Someone bellowed. A slightly less rough looking gentleman - one of the officers, perhaps - took up the cry, which was passed down the ship until it reached the waiting captain. The thin man nodded, apparently pleased for the first time since Corwin had met him.
"Shift colours," he said, and turned away to the rail. After a moment, he paused and looked at Corwin. "You may go, mage." The curt dismissal was obvious.
Corwin felt his cheeks redden. "Ah, yes. Right, then." And he looked around, not entirely sure where it was he was to go. Just then, a hand fell on his shoulder - or nearly so, although its owner didn't seem to notice that her touch fell perhaps half an inch shy of actually connecting with him. He looked back - and then down. The woman looking back up at him was easily half a foot or more shy of his own less-than-six, and the deep blue eyes staring back at him were less than amused.
"Come along, idler," she said. "Let's get you to our cabin."
Corwin blinked and would have frozen, except that the hand on his shoulder gave him no recourse but to follow. "I beg your pardon?"
"Name's Vandergrief," she said over her shoulder. "I'm the second mate aboard. I stand the port watch, but I'll try to keep from waking you; I know how you magic types need your beauty sleep."
"I- do you mean to say- you're?" Coherent sentences were apparently beyond him. At the first sight of their cabin, speech entirely was gone. He'd been in restroom stalls that were more spacious. Two bunks, one above the other, against the wall in a cubby that was barely large enough for them both to squeeze in at the same time without one of them lying down in their rack.
"You're Shadowkill, right? Think I remember you. You worked on an air-ship few years back, yeah? You were the Molly's friend." The deck shifted under their feet, and some of the whipcoil tension in the woman's shoulders eased. "Ah, good... we're past the breakwater and out to sea."
Corwin could only shake his head...