Piercing through the muttering of the gruff sailors the young brash Noble’s voice rings out, “Let me tell you about the Ulronai”. As another voice tries to stymie his attempts to bolster the crew and instead send them floating away in a small rowboat, “Bah, we ain’ got no use for de Ulronai, Dere Dogs and dey be bad luck men. I say we heave ho this lot like flotsam.”
Khel smiled to himself at what he had originally taken as a difficult task in stamping out this mutiny but he was undeterred. In point of fact he was bolstered by the bumbling crewman who stumbled over his words and left the balance of the crew slack jawed as Khel continued, “You are possibly the greatest sailors of The Serpentine Sea and the Sea of Storms. Do you not know Red sky at night, sailor's delight Red sky in the morning, sailor's warning. Have we not smashed a bottle before setting sail? And thrown over those old pair of shoes just after launch. Do we not have a black cat on board and wear the gold hoops in our ears? Did we not all step aboard using our right foot first?”
“I tell you are the finest sailors I’ve seen. Is there anything to say that Ulronai are not like your rats. Is it not bad luck to see them leaving the ship? Eiye, I say, it is. The Ulronai is like your rats, Don’t let him leave but let him roam freely.”
The would-be leader of the mutiny turned on his heal, slack-jawed as the balance of his fellow mates were now slapping each other as braggards would do after a wonton conquest. None would now send the Rat on his way off the ship. Khel simply hoped they made it to Bridgerton without incident.
With that thought not long from the young Nobles mind and the crew still full of bravado a voice from the lookout yelled out “Sail Ho. Troubles matey!”
With a line of curses that would have curled the toenails of even the crudest of tradesmen the Captain pulled hard as the boat and crew adjusted automatically to the sharp turn as Khel and anDrok were sent flying into the gunwale. A faint cursing could be heard from the cargo holds below. The shout of “Pirates” had the ship sailing fast and hard.
Khel judged the speed of the other boat. It would not catch them. Time to bring the Ulronai up on deck.
Khel smiled to himself at what he had originally taken as a difficult task in stamping out this mutiny but he was undeterred. In point of fact he was bolstered by the bumbling crewman who stumbled over his words and left the balance of the crew slack jawed as Khel continued, “You are possibly the greatest sailors of The Serpentine Sea and the Sea of Storms. Do you not know Red sky at night, sailor's delight Red sky in the morning, sailor's warning. Have we not smashed a bottle before setting sail? And thrown over those old pair of shoes just after launch. Do we not have a black cat on board and wear the gold hoops in our ears? Did we not all step aboard using our right foot first?”
“I tell you are the finest sailors I’ve seen. Is there anything to say that Ulronai are not like your rats. Is it not bad luck to see them leaving the ship? Eiye, I say, it is. The Ulronai is like your rats, Don’t let him leave but let him roam freely.”
The would-be leader of the mutiny turned on his heal, slack-jawed as the balance of his fellow mates were now slapping each other as braggards would do after a wonton conquest. None would now send the Rat on his way off the ship. Khel simply hoped they made it to Bridgerton without incident.
With that thought not long from the young Nobles mind and the crew still full of bravado a voice from the lookout yelled out “Sail Ho. Troubles matey!”
With a line of curses that would have curled the toenails of even the crudest of tradesmen the Captain pulled hard as the boat and crew adjusted automatically to the sharp turn as Khel and anDrok were sent flying into the gunwale. A faint cursing could be heard from the cargo holds below. The shout of “Pirates” had the ship sailing fast and hard.
Khel judged the speed of the other boat. It would not catch them. Time to bring the Ulronai up on deck.
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