The ocean settles as the heroes finally fall asleep having spent their first day and now night together. From all their travels and back stories, they have traveled as individuals, but now under the doom of prophecy and the song of comrades, they face a journey together. They are stronger together, more nerdy than ever, and more ready to puzzle out what is happening to Maztica.
Sea gulls sing their irritating squawks, pleasant to those nature enthralled. The bells of the night watch toll those who have never traveled a ship. But rest from battle comes. All is healed.
Still, there are those amongst the heroes, perhaps all, that harbor secrets, personal fears and articles of information not yet revealed. Perhaps they have not even realized clues to this world that lie deep in their memories.
Storm wakes with the horrid understanding of the weapon that he claimed at the square earlier. He is now attuned to its evil destruction.
What will Ante’s divination bring? It is two days of travel to the seed that Storm had seen in Farwalker’s study. As Ante and Storm role play strangers, the Captain and Duke role play husband and wife with as much public affection as possible. The loners sing and grumble like brothers in defiant independence, but still all, all the heroes are brothers in arms.
Poca manages the ship as acting First Mate when Duke is busy. The crew busy themselves with rope and mop. A strange, new creature sits at the bow looking northward as the ship sails. Neither man nor monkey yet both, the figure in blue silk robes with jade cap and staff of hewn Ipe stands stoic.
