It happened that the apes were nothing to scoff at, and as I lay dying a profound longing for the sea washed over me. It has been months since a deck has rocked gently beneath my feet, since an un-befouled breeze has as swept across my face filling my senses with fresh, salty air, and since a horizon has spread out in every direction with nary a structure in sight. The world in which I have found myself is so much more confining and dank than I could have imagined when I began this journey.
At least I have begun to find what may be friendship with many of my companions. I find myself trusting Stickpin, who although dark and secretive, seems to understand being different and a bit of an outcast. While I know that he harbors secrets still, who among us doesn’t. Rumia too, although a bit rigid as a monk is want to be, has a deepness to her akin to a well maintained harbor. Perhaps her harbor offers safety, in the mean time, my skills with the rapier have sharpened as she is often willing to spar with me and I am always willing to get new tattoos and piercings with her as she begins to explore her beauty. I find myself, somewhat unexpectedly and against all that I had learned with my crews, enjoying Alden’s company. Although he is a bit of a peacock, he emits occasional burst of generosity and kindness which hint at the man he could be. I am still somewhat on the on fence regarding Cash who is the least holy, holy man I’ve ever met, Gurney is a bit more distant and unknowable although a solid fellow, and Nameless has all the subtly of a towering cliff face; only time will tell.
These musings all faded away as I was brought back from the brink with the apes downed and the old man impressed. We were told of missing double agent, who along with his sorceress sister, have absconded with an ancient and evil sword. We left immediately after being gifted with horses. I have been told that mine has bred to be exceptionally alert and, although I was wary of the large beast, the motion of her strides reminds me riding the waves is a great comfort. I have dubbed her Petrichor.
We made excellent time down the trade path, until we came upon a man on the side of the road who hailed us. There was something that rang false about the man. When it turned out that he had in fact acted as diversion for an ambush, I found myself attacking the man, who was swiftly turning feline, before I had even consciously decided to do so. More shifters stepped from the woods, two of whom were met with a fury I was unaware I possessed. Two bolts sprang from my hands, each striking a shifter; while one has fallen upon Cash I can feel the lightening flowing in my veins and I know that the shifters aren’t safe yet.