The storm's intensity was growing and the ship was being tossed about with ferocity. The sails were being torn apart but men rushed here and there trying to keep the masts from breaking and to keep all of the sails from being torn off and thrown into the sea, they fought for hours to keep the boat from capsizing. They worked tirelessly. One man seemed indifferent to it all he laughed as they ran about, as they worked. His left arm leaning over the starboard side of the ship his other holding a bottle and pointing at them. "Work, work!" Laughing at them, he was drunk he had been drunk for days. He was shirtless with long black hair and worn pants and bare feet. His face was weathered from the sun and his eyes were grey. He mocked them over and over yet they let him be. "C'mon!! Do me in.. Finally! Throw me in you cowards!" Laughing and taking gulps from the bottle. The sea tossed them violently over and over and lighting crashed and all became dark.
And there was evening and then there was morning a second day.
*Thunk thunk* "Arrrrgggggg" He rolled over on the wet boards his head ached as it never had before. *Thunk thunk* He sat up with eyes closed and crossed his legs under him. Putting his hands in his face. "Bloody 'ell, What is that noise?! "His voice carried higher. He looked up and saw wooden chests being dropped down on the edge of the dock. Sea worn men with sun burnt skin barked at each other dragging the chests back and forth from the ship. "Blasted.." he said muffled as his shoulders sunk and he leaned back on his hands looking up taking in the morning sun and its brightness his face grimacing at the rays. Sighing to himself realizing nobody cared for his state he slowly and gently rolled over and laid down on the dock perfectly fine to spend the rest of the day.
"I will.." Pausing to the officer. "I will take care of him." A hooded cloaked man dropped a bag of coins in to the hands of the officer looking over to the soiled, sunburnt, shirtless man past out. The man turned facing him under his hood he walked toward the end of the pier. He was a tall thin wiry man who moved gracefully under his cloak. He leaned downed and swiped up swiftly the sleeping shirtless man and started to drag him until he began to walk for himself cursing as he did so. "Where is this awful sun shiny dump?" The cloaked man releasing his grip and continuing forward. "Welcome to Zento.. and the lighthouse.."
And there was evening and there was morning a third day.
Lamerok gently lit the candle leaning over the small table. He sat down gingerly in the soft chair facing the wall where a now fully clothed man that he had dragged was now sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. His worn face was sullen but slightly refreshed. Octavius hoarsely began to speak. "I apologize for my.." Lamerok interrupted him. "No need." His face troubled yet questioning and dismissive raising his hand and looking to the floor. Lamerok continued "After the scourge we brought a lot of it all here, this became a bit of a." He paused looking back up. "Home base for a time. For a time is all.. But they were here a great deal." Lamerok shifted a bit in his seat searching for words. Octavius then broke into laughter. "They left you in Tokuno did they?" Sarcastically Octavius barked then his grey eyes lowered, his laughter slowly turned to sadness. "We would have won the war Lamy. We woulda won.." His face slightly brightened looking to Lamerok for reassurance.
Lamerok scratched his beard shaking his head. "What is done is done Thorn. He has requested you back." Leaning over with a smirk looking to Lamerok. "OHHH His Lordship... His Lordship wishes my return to his side!!!!" Sarcastically laughing and wincing. "All I have done, the blood I have spilt.. the.." Clenching his fists Octavius shook his head. Lamerok leaned in calmly. "Augustus has died." The two fell silent and spoke no more.
And there was evening and morning a fourth day.
Octavius swiftly but gently packed the horse he had been given. His hair was combed and his clothes were washed and clean. He looked over to Lamerok. "A knight of honor and distinction. The Argent Knight. And yet ONLY me?" Octavius said as he continued on with his work strapping the saddle tightly. Lamerok looked to him with a smile. "Yew was never my place old friend.. Yew was you and him not me.. I was, I was Skara Brae and what a time it was.. What a time it was..But." Pausing and helping with the saddle "I to have grown old.. Nobody speak the old tongue anymore..."
And there was evening and then there was morning a second day.
*Thunk thunk* "Arrrrgggggg" He rolled over on the wet boards his head ached as it never had before. *Thunk thunk* He sat up with eyes closed and crossed his legs under him. Putting his hands in his face. "Bloody 'ell, What is that noise?! "His voice carried higher. He looked up and saw wooden chests being dropped down on the edge of the dock. Sea worn men with sun burnt skin barked at each other dragging the chests back and forth from the ship. "Blasted.." he said muffled as his shoulders sunk and he leaned back on his hands looking up taking in the morning sun and its brightness his face grimacing at the rays. Sighing to himself realizing nobody cared for his state he slowly and gently rolled over and laid down on the dock perfectly fine to spend the rest of the day.
"I will.." Pausing to the officer. "I will take care of him." A hooded cloaked man dropped a bag of coins in to the hands of the officer looking over to the soiled, sunburnt, shirtless man past out. The man turned facing him under his hood he walked toward the end of the pier. He was a tall thin wiry man who moved gracefully under his cloak. He leaned downed and swiped up swiftly the sleeping shirtless man and started to drag him until he began to walk for himself cursing as he did so. "Where is this awful sun shiny dump?" The cloaked man releasing his grip and continuing forward. "Welcome to Zento.. and the lighthouse.."
And there was evening and there was morning a third day.
Lamerok gently lit the candle leaning over the small table. He sat down gingerly in the soft chair facing the wall where a now fully clothed man that he had dragged was now sitting on the floor leaning against the wall. His worn face was sullen but slightly refreshed. Octavius hoarsely began to speak. "I apologize for my.." Lamerok interrupted him. "No need." His face troubled yet questioning and dismissive raising his hand and looking to the floor. Lamerok continued "After the scourge we brought a lot of it all here, this became a bit of a." He paused looking back up. "Home base for a time. For a time is all.. But they were here a great deal." Lamerok shifted a bit in his seat searching for words. Octavius then broke into laughter. "They left you in Tokuno did they?" Sarcastically Octavius barked then his grey eyes lowered, his laughter slowly turned to sadness. "We would have won the war Lamy. We woulda won.." His face slightly brightened looking to Lamerok for reassurance.
Lamerok scratched his beard shaking his head. "What is done is done Thorn. He has requested you back." Leaning over with a smirk looking to Lamerok. "OHHH His Lordship... His Lordship wishes my return to his side!!!!" Sarcastically laughing and wincing. "All I have done, the blood I have spilt.. the.." Clenching his fists Octavius shook his head. Lamerok leaned in calmly. "Augustus has died." The two fell silent and spoke no more.
And there was evening and morning a fourth day.
Octavius swiftly but gently packed the horse he had been given. His hair was combed and his clothes were washed and clean. He looked over to Lamerok. "A knight of honor and distinction. The Argent Knight. And yet ONLY me?" Octavius said as he continued on with his work strapping the saddle tightly. Lamerok looked to him with a smile. "Yew was never my place old friend.. Yew was you and him not me.. I was, I was Skara Brae and what a time it was.. What a time it was..But." Pausing and helping with the saddle "I to have grown old.. Nobody speak the old tongue anymore..."