Their ship barely survived the passing through the Southern Seas; even from a distance, the weather roared like a wild mountain cat, battering the sides of the The Queenslayer and sending spray onto the deck. From the Captain's quarters, Marcus observed the chaotic silhouette of Rhy'din City, marred by shots of lightning peeling through the sky. Behind him, Captain Samuel Le Grande burst through the doors, bringing with him the sounds of turmoil and a fresh wash of sea water. "How the seven hells did we get from clear skies to this shit?" Le Grande snarled, slapping the door shut behind himself as the ship swayed under his feet.
"Ka," Marcus replied blandly, but the white-knuckled clutch of his suitcase betrayed his nerves.
Le Grande shot him a look that was nothing short of venomous as he sorted through a scattered pile of maps. "You can keep your ka. I'll get you to shore. Deal's a deal, aye?"
"Assuming you keep me in one piece," Marcus remarked, watching as a funnel of clouds began to touch down on the land, "then yes. I'm a man of my word."
"You're too valuable a treasure to lose, Marcus," he snarled hoarsely, crumpling a map in his hand as he headed for the door again, his eyes hungry on the suitcase in the Irishman's hand. "You'll touch land by midnight, or none of us will."
Marcus watched Le Grande throw himself out onto the chaos of the deck again, a crack of lightning throwing back shadows into the cabin. Exhaling slowly, the businessman looked back to the window and the city that seemed to loom impossibly ahead, untouchable.
"Ka," Marcus replied blandly, but the white-knuckled clutch of his suitcase betrayed his nerves.
Le Grande shot him a look that was nothing short of venomous as he sorted through a scattered pile of maps. "You can keep your ka. I'll get you to shore. Deal's a deal, aye?"
"Assuming you keep me in one piece," Marcus remarked, watching as a funnel of clouds began to touch down on the land, "then yes. I'm a man of my word."
"You're too valuable a treasure to lose, Marcus," he snarled hoarsely, crumpling a map in his hand as he headed for the door again, his eyes hungry on the suitcase in the Irishman's hand. "You'll touch land by midnight, or none of us will."
Marcus watched Le Grande throw himself out onto the chaos of the deck again, a crack of lightning throwing back shadows into the cabin. Exhaling slowly, the businessman looked back to the window and the city that seemed to loom impossibly ahead, untouchable.