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Crossing The Rubeh-Con Part Quatre

The sun is about to dipped where the horizon has become a purple-red wedge of light. The ship coasts upon the current, but action beneath the water is cavitating. The groaning sound from deep inside the island has signalled more shinanigans. The submerged jungle shivers and waves about in head-banging unison. To make matters worse, those on shore have acquired short bows of a composite design and begin to sight upon the vessel. A series of missiles with flaming heads are sent to gauge the distance to their target.
Pete and Rickerson, relieved that they've got all accounted for, rush off towards the wheel to help goose the rudder to assist in drifting towards a beneficial current. The sails flap, trying to catch a wind that is stubborn in playing along. The crew of six has actually become a lucky seven. Not far from where people spread pools of sea water from their bodies, a malnourished stranger, pale and in the remnants of nautical garments, is busy trying to find cover from the 'thwunks' and 'thwacks' that impact the side of the ship.

Gaval lays on his stomach near and behind the main mast. He lays in a pool of sea water dyed pink and red from the diagonal gash across his back, starting at his left shoulder and carved nearly to his waist. The rumbling have woken him from his stupor and he draws his arms underneath himself to try to get up off the deck and back into the fight. "Must get away. The island is a trap. Sinks and lowers to catch ships. They hunt men.. for sport and marriage." His voice is weak but he puts force behind the words to carry across the deck.

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Crossing The Rubeh-Con Part Trois

"I like that idea; I like the thought of leaving to them and just walking away. It will be there again. If we do not have to confront them the better off we will be." Autumn voice is gentle and that quiet pool of calm remains. Her eyes are bright and they remain on the creatures. "Or do we confront them and hand it over and see what happens?"

Ruby considers this grimly. She's rather silent while she chews it over, but by the way she fingers the pistol at her side, she's considering a number of options. "None 'o this my fault, roight?" she finally finds her voice again. What, was it only a few seconds? "They tried tah kill me…Or at least drag me back. I ain't gonna get 'ooked again. But you two be smart. I follow yer lead…I think if we keep goo'n oop, we get there…Peek down."

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Crossing The Rubeh-Con

Leaving the docks of Amber was merely a trifle. After waiting their turn to clear their berth, the Dipsy-Daisy soon able to unfurl its triangular sails and catch some wind. The larger vessels nearby did not pose a hinderance as the weather was favorable and willing to share wind-power. The caraval was certainly zippy as well. Ruby showed where one could store their things in cubbyhole or hold and allowed passengers to diplomatically determine who would get one or both of the dark and empty cabins with their strung-up hammocks. Not even wearing a tri-corn hat and looking clean and tightly dressed in clothes suitable for inclement weather, Ruby steered the vessel and shouted orders to the two hired hands that were helping with the rigging. It did not take long to enter Minosian waters, steering clear of the Rebma triangle. Winds have steadily increased, as have darker clouds and the odd squawl.

The wind howls around them and the spray of salt water adds a tangy taste to the air. Autumn is on the deck and dressed in wool pants and boots. Her torso bundled up in a wool coat that is favored by Pathi sailors. Today her tresses are covered with shawl of wool and her hands are covered with kid gloves. She breathes in deeply. The storm is raging but around her there is a pool of calm. "She is not happy that one, I think she is having her version of a tantrum. Then again she was shattered and brought back by another, the goddess is not pleased. From my understaning she has some issues."

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