[Parrvolis] The Vessel – Captain Farreyl

She’d been a good ship. A swift skimmer that’d served him well over the years. And, as he stood on Westpools docks, Captain Farreyl gave the old Fearless Destiny one last salute. Dipping the edge of his broad, feathered hat towards her. 

“She’s done us proud, lads.” The plucky Captain said as he turned back to his gathered crewmen. They each gave encouraging words of agreement. One went so far as raising a tankard of ale and shouting his agreement. No one was surprised that Drunken Pete had brought his own grog to the ship’s send-off; he was never seen without one. Not even in the heat of rope work or fending off pirates.

“But, we dawn upon a new beginning,” said the Captain, turning to face the gathering. “We’ve got a new ship to work, bigger, faster, more sails, you’ll be glad to know.” There was a slight groan from the crowd. “Purchased her for a tidy song, too. The Radiant Horizon.” There was an uncomfortable murmuring from the crowd. Excited voices.

“There,” The Captain pointed out the ship amongst those docked. 

His first mate, an elven man, named Dorros frowned, taking out a spyglass. “Looks like she needs some work,” he passed the spyglass on to one of the other crew members.

“Aye, she does,” Farreyl stated, proudly. “Nothing we’ve not done before. But, she’s a lot bigger. Can take larger shipments on her. Stronger too, we’ll be able to get into the Sullen Sea, take transports to Dandaria.” He explained his intention. “Get to Miracien easier.” He continued, trying to sell the merits of the new ship.

“Is that a tear in her mainsail?” One of the crew asked passing the spyglass along.

Captain Farreyl took out his own telescope to have a look. “Yes,” he answered tersely, “but we can change that. It’s nothing we’ve not done before.” He repeated. “Look, she’s not in the brightest of health, but once she’s repaired, she’ll pay her way.” He was enthusiastic about the changing of the ship and once the men saw their new quarters, actually saw what she had to offer them, they’d come around. They just had a sense of loyalty to the Fearless Destiny. He could understand that, he’d felt his own measure of guilt when he’d signed the agreement to trade. 

“Look, I can understand your reservations.” Captain Farreyl told them. “If you’d rather stay and serve on the Fearless Destiny under a new Captain. I’ll understand. If you’d rather stick with me and the Radiant Horizon, which you know I’d appreciate, you’re a good crew, then meet me on her decks on the morrow. I’ll give you the night to think it over.” 

Although he was enthusiastic to get on board the ship Farreyl figured he’d be on land for another day and made to head towards one of the docks pubs, get a drink, maybe even join Drunken Pete for a round or two. However, before he could escape, a strong had gripped his arm. “Where’d you going, Captain?” Dorros asked, “Come on.” He was pulled along by the large elf.

“Dorros! Wait! Let go of me!” He struggled to try and get out of the man’s grip.

“You’re not going to show me the new ship?” Dorros asked, clearly his mind was already made up on where his loyalties lie. In fact. None of the crewmen had moved from the docks. Farreyl felt his heart swell at their loyalty. Dorros was dragging him down the length of one of the docks towards a rowing boat that they’d use to get to the Radiant Horizon, swiftly followed by several members of the crew that filed into the boat with him. Each one took an oar and, when the boat was filled, Farreyl removed the rope keeping them hitched to the dock, untied it and they were away. The eagerness to get to their new home confounded their sensibilities and had the little rowboat steering askew. 

“Come on, you can do better than this.” Farreyl bellowed. “Pull.” A pause. “Pull. Pull. Pull.” He guided their strokes with his voice. “Better,” came the affirmation when the boat was heading in the right direction at a decent speed. Once settled it took them no time at all to make it to the waiting ship. As they came closer, they could see the details of her properly. Her body was made from fine teak, stained to look naturally darker. Her sails, while in a state of disrepair, were made from high-quality flax. They’d been bleached in the sun and looked a stark white in contrast to the body of the vessel. At the fore a beautifully carved figurehead had her hand raised and was holding an hourglass-shaped lantern. 

Farreyl rushed from the back of the small rowing boat and deftly gripped one of the ladders that’d been thrown over the side. He gave the rowing boat crew a wolfish grin as he threw the challenge, “Last one of board gets thrown back over the side!” He then expertly scurried up the ladder to stand on the main deck. 

He had a glance around and gave a contented sigh. Yes, the ship needed work, a lot of it superficial and it would be a couple of weeks before they could stock up on trade contracts, get the hold filled and be on their way. She needed a good dose of tender love and care before they’d be able to leave the docks, but he had absolute faith in his crew. And it would appear, as the first heads surfaced the deck, that they had faith in him. 

As the last member of his crew, unsurprisingly Drunken Pete, climbed the rails, he announced to them all. “She ain’t pretty, but she’s home. Now, get yourself below deck, find your bunks and stash what you came with.” He ordered. “Free up your hands, lads. We’ve got work to do.”

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