Transalpyne Saga - 1.17 CavernsThey wound their way down, taking great care not to trip on the stairs, for the resulting fall would certainly be fatal. Scythe's fire ring glowed weakly, giving off only just enough light to see the stairs immediately in front of them. Naomi wondered if that was the best the ring could do or if Scythe was conserving its energy, but she did not ask. Perhaps she would ask Luke later. After a long descent, the narrow stairwell opened into a cavern too large for Scythe's ring to light. Luke looked around, trying to peer through the pervading shadows.
"It's too dark," he murmured. "Can't you make that any brighter?"
"This is as bright as it gets," Scythe replied, "unless you want me to start shooting fireballs." Luke shook his head.
"Allow me," Naomi said quietly. Ignoring Scythe's grumble, she clasped her hands in front of her. The pirates backed up to give her some space. Taking a deep breath, she brought her hands apart as she
Transalpyne Saga - 1.16 InterferanceThey brought the rowboat right up to the narrow beach around the island, and the pirates dragged it ashore so it would not float away. As Naomi watched them, a flash of light burst behind her. Luke and his crew looked up, and Naomi whirled around to find Johnn standing at the mouth of the cave, mouth curved into a deep frown. Scythe pulled a pistol from the baldric slung across his chest, and Luke and Bocefus produced cutlasses. Johnn did not move, only fixing them with an icy glare.
<<And just what do you think you're doing?>> he asked Naomi, though he continued to stare down the pirates. Bocefus looked from Johnn to Naomi and back again. None of the pirates understood Pumage.
<<i wytiwyg="1" am="" helping="" these="" men,="">> she replied, taking a step toward her mentor and placing herself between him and the pirates. <<And what do you think you are doing? You said yourself you are not supposed to interfere.>
Transalpyne Saga - 1.15 The IslandThe Lucky Lady cut through the waves easily, and, according to Bocefus, they were making good time. Naomi spent the rest of the voyage on deck, enjoying the salty breeze on her face. The sun was beginning its descent when Scythe leapt down from the rigging, waved to Bocefus and ran to Luke's cabin. After a few moments, the two men emerged. While Scythe disappeared below, Luke made his way to Naomi.
"Come with me," he said with a grin, waving a brass spyglass. "I want to show you something." Curious, she followed him to the bow. He had donned a long, tattered brown coat, which fluttered slightly as he walked. They made their way as far forward as they could go, and Luke extended the spyglass. "In another hour," he said, squinting through it, "we'll reach the island, our target. Here. Have a look." He handed the spyglass to her. She looked down at it doubtfully. He chuckled and put an arm around he
Transalpyne Saga - 1.14 Lady KailaniNaomi was given free run of the ship after her meeting with the captain. She wandered on deck a bit, enjoying the wind rushing through her long hair and the refreshing spray the Lucky Lady kicked up as she cut through the waves. After a while, though, she remembered what Luke had said about Lady Kailani. She had not seen anyone but the three pirates. She looked around again. Bocefus was still at the wheel, and Luke was still in his cabin studying that map. She looked up to see the spiky-haired man, Scythe, climbing through the rigging, checking ropes and adjusting them periodically. He noticed her watching him, fascinated, and glared down at her.
"What do you want, girl?" he asked, seating himself on the lowest spar.
"I was looking for Lady Kailani, actually," she called up to him.
"Well she's not up here," he replied, standing. "Go look for her below decks. That's where I saw her last." He pointed to the la
Transalpyne Saga - 1.13 Pirates"We're not the bloodthirsty, ruthless kind of pirates you hear about in the taverns and in books," Ferrington explained, releasing her shoulder and standing. Naomi turned in her chair and watched him pace back and forth behind her. He clasped his hands behind his back and looked up at the wooden ceiling. "We're pirates by pure definition," he continued. "Unlike most of our stereotypical brethren, and I use that term loosely, we choose our targets carefully. We attack ships flying certain flags, raid holdings owned by certain men." He stopped pacing and looked at her. "There's a lot of corruption when money's involved, you know. And who deals with money the most?"
"Merchants?" she asked, not sure if he really wanted an answer. He grinned and nodded as he resumed pacing.
"That's right. Some of those dogs are owned by nobles, others are independent and feral." He shrugged. "And some are legitimate, sure. W
Transalpyne Saga - 1.12 Luke Ferrington"How are you feeling?" the pirate captain asked. He did not look like what Naomi imagined a captain to look like. She had seen pictures of sea captains, and they usually wore a fancy uniform or a long coat, something fine to distinguish them from their men. Ferrington wore loose brown trousers, a puffy sleeved cream-coloured shirt that was stained in a few places and a deep blue vest, as well as stout, brown leather boots. It was practically the same outfit the dark haired man was wearing, though his vest was black, as were his boots, and he had a broad red sash that matched his headband about his hips.
Ferrington came over to her and waved a hand in front of her face, bending down slightly to get his eyes on a level with hers. "You okay?" he asked. Naomi blinked and realised she had been staring.
"I am fine," she said finally, "though very confused." Ferrington laughed.
"I'm sorry we had to use you as a hostage," he said, "but we did get
Transalpyne Saga - 1.11 KidnappedShe awakened to the creak of wood, the crash of waves and an unidentifiable groaning noise. Groggily, she sat up and rubbed at her eyes. The blanket fell away, and she looked down at it in confusion. She was sitting up in a bed. The room around her was all wooden and sparsely decorated, the only other furniture a large chest at the foot of the bed. She wondered where she was, but when the whole room rose and fell, she had her answer. She was on a ship!
It all came flooding back to her: the anti-magic circle, the guards, the pirates. They must have kidnapped her and taken her to their ship. She threw the blanket aside and stood, nearly falling over as the ship lurched on another wave. Stumbling, she made her way to the door and tried the handle. To her surprise, it moved, and the door opened outward. She was pulled along with it as the ship rolled again and fell against a person. She looked up at a man with sp
Transalpyne Saga- 1.10 Anti-magicThe next day, Naomi took a walk along the wharf. Ships large and small bobbed in the water and crawled with men, and some women and children, as they went about their duties on deck, on shore and in the rigging. She felt many people look her way, some out of curiosity and some more sinister, but no one bothered her. Either she was too recognisable for anyone to attack because of her colourful clothes, or since her garb marked her as a mage and therefore decidedly not easy pickings, she could not be sure, and she did not much care. Some of the sailors were more amiable and willing to answer her questions about their ships and life at sea. She had never been interested enough in sailing to read much about it, but this was a perfect place to learn from those who were passionate about it, and some who were not.
Seeking a reprieve from the noise and the salty breeze blowing landward, she ducked into one of the less shady alleyways and rounded a corner into a li
Transalpyne Saga - 1.9 The Safe Harbour InnNaomi made her way to the bar. The cheerful barkeep gave her a safe feeling. In fact, she wanted to be near anyone, as she was sure the pirate from the wanted poster was approaching her. She nervously sat on one of the stools by the bar, and the portly man came over to her.
"And what can I get for you, my lovely young miss?" he asked with a broad grin. She looked behind her as the door to the inn banged shut. The red-haired man was gone. She sighed in relief and turned back to the barkeep. "Don't worry about Luke, miss," the man said as he watched her relax. "He comes in here and pays good coin, doesn't bring his whole crew, doesn't make any trouble."
"But he is wanted," she protested, looking back at the door. "The poster is just outside."
"Oh sure he is," the man laughed, "and the fact that his poster's out there makes it so the guards won't think to look for him here." Naomi's brow furrowed in confusion. "This i