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  August 2, 2011 11:36:54 AM EDT

  [I've created this thread for characters to narrate their voyages aboard the Tempest, later replaced by the Mistral. Credits to Jaffar Randal for the idea, maybe this will encourage other people to hire trips aboard the ship for more RP goodness. Here's hoping]
  
  [This is intended for IC writing ((please keep OOC insertions to a minimum)), and only those aboard the ship at a given time are allowed to post here. The Mistral thread remains open for comments, letters, graffiti and any other communications related]

   

   

  [[ First few posts are replies by Captain Morgan, Ambrosine Thalkor and Jaffar Randal, salvaged from the old Ning Network ]]
  
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  Guests onboard:
  
  -Jaffar Randal
  
  -Ambrosine Thalkor

  
  This post was edited by Captain Morgan Ashford at August 2, 2011 12:39:36 PM EDT
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  August 2, 2011 11:42:04 AM EDT

  It had been an early day for Captain Morgan, as even before the sun rose he was already on deck, supervising the last preparations for the trip to the Twilight's Highlands. He looked over as he was addressed, and he caught sight of the Templar liaison for the trip, Jaffar Randal. With a huge grin upon noticing Jaffar's fair company he promptly gave a brisk salute in greeting to his two guests. He then approached the dame and with a most gentlemanly bow, hat in hand, he bid her welcome to the Tempest and introduced himself as Captain Morgan Ashford, their host for the trip, stating also the name of the small Pandaren of nimble movements, round face and perpetual smile: Ling Swiftpaw, who immediately greeted them with a polite bow.
  
  After properly -and effusively- welcoming Jaffar, the Captain lead the way to a quick tour below deck so the two Templars would see where and how their goods were stocked, then a brief stroll to the cabin, leaving Ling to oversee the process as the ship finally left port. Along the way he showed them the modest but decent lodging reserved to them, situated between the galley and his own chambers. Enough space for about eight hammocks, appropriately furnished to accomodate the two comfortably enough for a cargo vessel. Windows to both flanks looked to port and starboard, and candles provided a dim and somewhat homely light.
  
  Once in his own chambers he gladly joined Jaffar in some hearty drinking. His laughter was instant as Ambrosine advised restrain to Jaffar, and stated his agreement that out at sea and far away enough from any shore they might as well allow themselves some freedom, sharing in the toast and downing the drink... but as he was about to pour the upteenth glass of booze he was stopped by the affable, piercing eyes of Ling who was standing at the doorway. Thus reminded that his watch shift would start soon, he set the skin down as the nimble Pandaren set down breakfast plates in front of each of them, a stew of meat and vegetables hearty enough for sustenance but not too heavy to provoke sickness out at sea. A few loaves of bread and a jar of freshwater completed the assemble.
  
  Once breakfast was over, he invited Jaffar and Ambrosine out to deck, for, if his calculations were correct, the ship was aproaching the vicinity of the Maelstrom. Soon enough, he handed his own spyglass over for them to see, far away to the south, where the water rippled in a perptual vortex of chaos. He went on to give a few remarks about the Earthen Ring's rumored works to keep the anomaly stable, then he went off towards the helm to start his watch, not before advising both of them to don their cloaks, for they would keep going northwards and it would soon feel cold out there.
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  August 2, 2011 11:43:15 AM EDT

  Ambrosine had spent more than her fair share of time on board ships, at least as far as she was concerned. In the time it had taken the mages to get portals stable in Dalaran she'd gone back and forth to Northrend several times. The death knight declined the glass to see the Maelstrom, preferring to pretend they weren't any near any such thing, instead looking across the waves in another direction.
  
  Cold didn't bother her in the slightest, so she tossed her cloak around the shoulders more for Jaffar's sake than hers. Nobody liked hugging living ice cubes, really. Ambrosine leaned against the railing and pondered the color of the sea. "Definitely a land girl," she remarked idly. "The sea is nice for trips and all but...I like land. Yep. Can't keep ponies on a boat, anyhow. Or brew beer, for that matter."
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  August 2, 2011 11:45:43 AM EDT

  “Oh I’m certain that it wouldn’t take much to get a brewery on this ship! The crew would make it a priority!” Jaffar replied over the sound of the strong wind and rolling waves and gave a wink to Ambrosine. He gladly took the spyglass and peered out into the distance, beyond them he could see the rolling patch of dark clouds above broken rocks, stepping closer to the edge of the ship gave him a faint view of a bright mist that shot upward from the sea into the clouds, and the churning water and breaking waves among the rocks hinted at the monster of a storm that lay further.
  
  “A sight to behold. Can we expect a storm at this distance?” he inquired to the Captain as he handed back the spyglass and pulled on his cloak. He knew that the Maelstrom could be unpredictable, but they were in good hands.
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  August 2, 2011 11:46:41 AM EDT

  Ambrosine laughed. "It would have to be good old moonshine though, because I doubt there's enough room to store it for aging--and they might well not let it sit long enough to do so anyway!"
  
  She was, of course, idly wondering into how much of a customer she could turn the Captain into. Light knew he seemed to drink enough...but that sort of business was for later. For now she closed her eyes and tried to ignore Jaffar's question about storms.
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  August 2, 2011 11:48:10 AM EDT

  Captain Morgan let out a booming laughter at Ambrosine's last remark. Indeed they would be hard pressed to keep the moonshine safe until it aged. The word seemed to evoke old memories... he was now moving on to fancier drinks like aged red from Dalaran, though, ever since success had started to boost his shipping operations up.
  
  "Nay", he replied as he took the spyglass back from Jaffar. "Not from th' Maelstrom, anyway. Countless trips an' experiences from other seafarers 'ave 'elped point out the safe distance from the storm, and I 'ave made enough runs through this region meself to know where to step and where to not". He grinned with an odd combination of pride and assurance before continuing, "But tha' need fer safety brings us closer to the icy waters o' Northrend, so temperature drops quickly when ye approach these parts".
  
  He went on to converse a bit about the kind but reclusive Kalu'ak, some of whose towns were located not too far North from where they were, how they trusted outsiders only depending on their fishing skill, and his own recent attempts to create a sort of friendship with them, which was slow but not impossible. Thus time passed, and soon enough the ship had started to head southeast, eventually they'd have Quel'danas to port and the shores of Quel'thalas to starboard.
  
  "The fun part o' this voyage will start soon", he grinned slyly. "While I trust th' Light will keep us from any enemy sightin's, I suggest you lot keep yer arms close to yer 'ands. His own massive harpoon strapped to his back -which the Captain seemed to handle with ease in one hand, being of rather hulking build even in his human shape-, and rifle holstered to his flank, he gave a quick word to Ling and the nimble Pandaren went off for a brief inspection below deck... to where the cannons rested.
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  August 2, 2011 11:48:57 AM EDT

  Ambrosine happily added several words of her own experience with the Kalu'ak. Despite her own utter inability to fish worth a damn, she'd gotten to know several of them in her Northrend wanderings.
  
  The mention of keeping weapons at hand deflated her cheer. She was often pointedly unarmed, loathing her weapons and everything they represented, but she went to retrieve them with only quiet mutterings. Of course her idea of keeping them nearby was to bring the wrapped bundle up onto the deck and kick it up against the cabin, but they were at least within reach.
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  August 2, 2011 11:49:56 AM EDT

  Jaffar continued to stare out at the great sea and prepared for the coming cold. He listened to the talk of the Kalu’ak and mentioned that you could almost never see the females anywhere, and that Alek could never stop talking about the Tuskarr since he had first travelled to Northrend.
  
  His ears perked up and he shared the grin at the Captain’s mention of fun, but he frowned at the warning that followed. He didn’t welcome the prospect of a battle, but understood that sailing on these waters put them at risk. He unsheathed the dagger that was on his belt and checked the edge, then he ran his hands up his sleeves to insure that the throwing knives he had concealed were still readily accessible. Following the Captains gaze to see the distant shoreline dotted with red and gold trees, he began to think of just what exactly they were heading into.
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  August 2, 2011 11:51:05 AM EDT

  After a while, Captain Morgan pointed to both shores that would soon be flanking them. "Over there", he pointed to port, "is the shore of Quel'danas. Fairly neutral territory, to my knowledge the Sin'dorei 'ave not reclaimed it fer 'emselves. And those", he pointed to starboard, "are the northern mountains that protect Silvermoon's northern border. This island", he indicated a small coast closer to them, "is Sunstrider Isle, you must 'ave 'eard of it. Scarce presence there and should not pose a threat. We should be alright, as long as the elves 'ave not started to dispatch vessels to patrol these waters".
  
  He went on "we will be sailin' along Quel'thalas eastern coastline, which is usually fairly deserted. The real fun will start as we approach Revantusk Village and further south to Twilight shores". He grinned slyly again and continued his watch on the calm waters ahead. Soon they would be passing the strait between the elven isles.
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  August 2, 2011 11:51:33 AM EDT

  “If the elves are patrolling, then we’d better just toss them a cask of wine and hope it distracts them!” Jaffar gave a cheerful grin and silently went over their planned course, guessing how much longer it would be before they reached Revantusk Village. “But really? A small village might be trouble for us?” he hesitantly asked the Captain before realizing that he should have known better than to question his experience. “I mean, what would they want to attack us for? The cannons alone are enough to scare them.” He shrugged and un-corked the flask on his belt before taking a swig, the alcohol helping to calm his nerves as they sailed past
  
  Making sure to keep out of the way of the crew, he relaxed on a large chest and stared up at the clouds. Glancing of towards the cabin, he caught sight of a flask being exchanged between Ambrosine and Ling Swiftpaw. Giving a smile at the pair, his thoughts turned to whether or not he’d be able to win the game of blackjack tonight, for the pandaren was apparently no stranger to the game and had nearly emptied Jaffar’s pockets, he’d make sure to tap a keg of moonshine for the hardworking crew once they were safely at their destination. Turning to look back over the ocean, he took a deep breath of the salty air and continued to keep his eyes peeled for any of the elven ships bearing red and black sails.
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  August 2, 2011 11:52:15 AM EDT

  Ambrosine kept reaching to her flask and then pulling her hand away. She was tempted to turn to it for comfort but if anything were to happen, well, drink didn't exactly sharpen the senses. Instead she kept tempting the Pandarin with samples, as this seemed to please him.
  
  Eventually she settled on the chest next to Jaffar. "The sea intimidated me at first, you know. All I'd seen was lakes for a long time. It took awhile before I could wrap my head around a body of water whose other side I could not see."
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  August 2, 2011 11:54:57 AM EDT

  "Revantusk Village has seen some increase in activity of late, and this vessel is, after all, of human design", the Captain replied with a smile. He did not seem putoff by Jaffar's question, quite to the contrary; he evidently relished sharing what little knowledge he had, like a tour guide. "But yer right. Last time I passed through I did not 'ave cannons", and his grin broadened slyly. Ling, in the meantime, gladly played along with Ambrosine, letting her taunt himfor the sake of fun and booze, while waiting for the right time to play blackjack again.
  
  Thus night set in and they arrived to the Hinterlands. The trolls seemed to be kept in check within their shores by the aggresive sight of the glistening cannons and the ice-breaking plate of its hull. Any Horde passersby that might have taken shelter in the village at the time was either absent or decided not to try their luck against the battle-ready frigate.
  
  The Captain went off to the galley for a moment and when he returned his massive form was that of the beastly Worgen. Despite the threatening claws and the aggresive fangs jutting out of his furry mug, his blue eyes glistened with keen attention. "Ye lot, feel free to catch some shut-eye now... or play fer a bit", he snickered. "I shall stay out 'ere jus' in case some 'Orde vessel tries to creep up on us. We'll be reachin' Dragonmaw Port before sunrise".
  
  And, ears flickering to catch any sound, the hulking wolf-man's hindpaws padded softly on the wooden deck as he strolled about, keeping keen watch all around them and wary of even the slightest noise. Ling seemed eager to keep their guests company for as long as they wished to stay awake.
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  August 2, 2011 11:55:42 AM EDT

  “That’s half of the adventure isn’t it? You never know what might be on the horizon.” he said with a smile as he took her hand. He took the Captain’s suggestion and had a short nap though he didn’t want to miss a moment of their journey due to being asleep, but as always heavy drinking tended to lead to heavy sleeping. The swaying of the cozy hammock helped lull him into deep sleep before the smell of spiced rum came into his dreams, slowly opening his eyes he saw that Ambrosine and Ling were standing over him and held an open flask under his nose in hopes that it would bring him out of his slumber, and they all shared a laugh. Ling held up the deck of cards in his black paw and gave a toothy grin, Jaffar chuckled before climbing out of the hammock to have a few late night games while they shared some fruit and salted meat.
  
  Before retiring with his lady for the evening, Jaffar took time to step back out onto the deck to bring the Captain some of the extra meat and a skin of brandy. All had become silent aside from the lapping waves against the hull and his feet padding over the wooden planks, one of his steps sent a little white rat scurrying across the deck and under a cannon. He caught sight of their host standing at the helm and climbed up the stairs, the Worgen stood stoicly and his large frame was outlined by the moonlight, clawed hands gripping the wheel, bright blue eyes pierced the darkness and sniffing could be heard before they turned to regard Jaff. “Figured you could use something to eat out here. Everything fare well?” he said as he approached the wheel.
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  August 2, 2011 11:56:48 AM EDT

  The vigilant Captain twitched his ears as he caught the faint noise of footsteps upon the deck, and his nose confirmed to him who the arrival was. A wolven smile across his muzzle, he grabbed the meat and the brandy and with little regard for manners he greedily tore up the chunk of meat.
  
  "All's well", he replied after he washed down the mouthful with a swig of Gilnean brandy. All lights had been doused for the sake of safety as they came closer to Dragonmaw Port, but he was able to navigate -and see Jaffar- perfectly thanks to his feral eyes. This is the last part o' th' voyage", he added before tearing off another mouthful of meat and washing it down with brandy, after which he continued "We'll sail quietly under those orcs' stubby noses and we'll reach our destination around sunrise".
  
  And as he spoke, he pointed with a clawed index in a south-southwestern direction. The Horde port was within sight, still faraway but coming closer. "Darkness is our friend. And if she betrays us...", he grinned ferally. "Our guns will not".
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  August 2, 2011 11:57:15 AM EDT

  Ambrosine eventually joined them on the foredeck, insomnia having reared its ugly head again. She didn't say anything, just walked up behind Jaffar and slid one arm around him, glancing towards the horde port.
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  August 2, 2011 11:57:55 AM EDT

  Noticing her touch, Jaffar wrapped his own arm around her waist and squeezed his lady luck tightly, then planted a warm kiss on her pale cheek. This was it, the final risk that faced them, and then it would be clear sailing. He looked out to see the massive metal fortress looming in the distance. It appeared like a spiked monster resting on the shores, torches and braziers making it glow so brightly in the night it was as if it would spew fire at any ship passing by. Suddenly realizing the importance of the Captain’s words, he cursed himself for not changing into his dark leather armor before he left the cabin, they were at a dangerous crossing and for all he knew his white skin and shirt could have already been spotted by a spyglass. Did he have time? Was there enough distance? Was the armor really going to protect him from an axe or spear? He finally decided that It was better to be prepared than to be a risk taker and lose everything.
  
  Parting from Ambrosine, he went rushing back down the stairs like a bumbling fool, storming into the cabin and tugging on his means of protection. Just as he opened the door to return to the pair, a loud and fearful roar pierced the perfect silence, along with the thumping beat of wings . His head darted out of the doorway and he squinted at the darkness ahead of them, in the blink of an eye a large winged leviathan appeared in the moonlight and swept over the ship, another shrill roar escaping it’s maw. Cursing again, he shrank back into the galley, they were called the Dragonmaw Orcs for a reason! Turning on his heel and cupping his hands over his mouth, he shouted to the sleeping crew the only thing he could. “DRAGON!”
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  August 2, 2011 11:59:11 AM EDT

  Captain Morgan's fangs glistened faintly in a grin as Jaffar scrambled away, though he was not sure what had triggered such a hasty retreat. As he turned to the helm, he stiffened and raised his nose, sniffing frantically, his ears twitching madly. Muttering a foul word under his breath he peered into the night. "Maybe it will ignore us...".
  
  Soon enough though, he dove onto the deck, pulling Ambrosine along, as the dragon swooped down roaring at them. He sprang back to his feet as Jaffar's warning echoed throughout, and ran over to the bridge, his animal voice bestowing more power to his booming commands, as the crew scrambled into the deck.
  
  "To the guns!", he roared. "Grab yer rifles, men, prepare to fire!". The sailors scattered to their posts as the Captain sprinted off to grab a rope laying nearby, then leaped onto the nearest mast and climbed up with feral agility, harpoon strapped to his back and rolled-up rope held in his maw. Moving with daring speed he fastened the sail nearby, then with a powerful leap he landed on the next mast, working on the sail... the dragon must have been ready for another swoop any second, so he promptly tied the rope's end to the harpoon's hilt and clenched it... he would throw it at the beast's throat as soon as it were within range.
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  August 2, 2011 12:00:15 PM EDT

  Ambrosine actually snarled at the Captain as she was pulled down, for all that she understood his good intentions. She rolled to her feet and dove for the bundle that contained her swords, which she'd dragged back out with her even in her sleep-beffuddled state. As soon as the runeblades were in her hands she felt both better and worse. Mostly better at the moment, all considering...
  
  She watched the Captain climb the mast--ah, harpoon, was it? A thousand ways the plan could go wrong flashed through her mind and she cringed. What if he missed? Or perhaps worse yet, what if he suceeded, and the wounded dragon crashed into the ship? A vague contingency plan formed in her mind and she strode over to the railing.
  
  The death knight looked down at the ocean and considered just how hard it was to freeze salt walter.
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  August 2, 2011 12:00:45 PM EDT

  Jaffar scrambled with the crew onto the main deck, he had no choice but to snatch up a spare rifle as he knew that he wasn’t exactly a good shot, but his other weapons were no good for breaking dragon scales. He glanced up at the Captain who was leaping above their heads across the masts, then up to the helm to see Ambrosine with her blades ready. The drake shot across the ship and then spun around in the air to hover a few yards away from the rails, it’s massive black wings keeping it aloft. Jaffar and the crew rushed to the rails and lined up in a row, some standing on crates and barrels to get more height on the scaly beast. As one their raised their rifles and pointed them at the enemy.
  
  In the darkness he could barely see the hulking form that sat on the drakes back, but couldn’t decide which one of them would make a better target. They were at a standoff now, the rider and drake preparing for the attack, and the crew ready to give it all they had. Ling raised a paw in the air to hold fire, the lone drake was far enough away to get a good look at it, but too far for the bullets to do any damage, if they even could in the first place. It happened in seconds, the rider bellowed something that caused the drake to beat it’s wings hard and shoot head first high up into the sky, then with quick reflexes it arced backward and rolled into a dive that sent it straight down toward the ship, it’s maw gaped wide. Jaffar gripped the rifle tightly in his hands and gritted his teeth before Ling’s cry rang in his ears. The rifles released with a head splitting “Bang!” that cut through the air as a spray of bullets flew upward.
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  August 2, 2011 12:02:34 PM EDT

  Ambrosine took one look at the diving drake and quailed. Even if all the dragon did was damage the masts they were in trouble, if it did more than that--

   

  She jumped over the railing to the sea below. Landing on a patch of ice barely enough for her to stand on, she took a quick look at the waves and then darted across the water. I've got to get far enough away. Every other thought was about how poor of a swimmer she was, and how easy it would be to be swept away by a wave if she wasn't paying enough attention.

   

  Light, this is the stupidest idea I've ever come up with. What the fel am I doing?

   

  She whirled around. The drake's steep dive had been faster than she'd thought. It closer to the ship than she'd wanted to allow. Was she far enough away? Almost as important, was she close enough? There was a small margin of error for her to work with. The dragon couldn't hit the ship, but it needed to be within gun range. And cannon range.

   

  And that was all the time for thought she had. The runes along her blades glowed faintly as she made the completely unnessicary gesture of reaching towards the dragon and pulled. It shrieked as it was abruptly yanked sideways and down. Dragon and rider landed with a splash and the next wave seemed to knock the rider clear off.

   

  Of Ambrosine there was, at first, no sign. Anyone looking along the side of the ship would, however, spot her near the hull. She was struggling to maintain the tiny patch of ice that kept her above the waves, but was in far better shape than the floundering dragon.

  
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  August 2, 2011 12:06:10 PM EDT

  Captain Morgan bared his fangs in a feral snarl of eager anticipation as the dragon approached. When he was about to throw the harpoon he hunched instinctively as the joint blast of several dozens of rifles echoed through the night. Then a piercing shriek and the dragon was gone. Perplexed, the Captain looked about, and there it was, a helpless form floating on the sea. And a few yards nearby, an icy glacier holding Ambrosine afloat.
  
  Growling low he slid a few feet down the mast, then leaped off, clenching the massive harpoon... as he landed on the winged beast, using the momentum granted to him by the free fall, he sent the harpoon down on the drake's back with all the might of his Worgen arms, aiming at the spot where the dragon's back met the root of its wingspan, unleashing enough force to drive half of the harpoon's length through the scaled skin.
  
  Confident that the wound had been lethal he yanked the harpoon off the dragon's neck and without stopping to check on the orc rider he strapped the harpoon to his back and dove into the sea to reach Ambrosine, who seemed hesitant to jump into the water. Swimming vigorously to her side, he gestured for her to jump towards his hulking back, so that he would swim her back to the ship. Most likely efforts were being organized to retrieve the two of them off the water.
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  August 2, 2011 12:07:54 PM EDT

  Ambrosine looked at him morosely. She was already soaked, so she just sighed and jumped towards him. It was easier than continuing to convince the sea to freeze.
  
  "I was worried it'd crash into the ship," she said meekly.
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  August 2, 2011 12:09:14 PM EDT

  The Captain nodded and, although he said nothing, it was clear he approved -and even admired- Ambrosine's daring initiative. Once he made sure Ambrosine was secure, he began swimming back to the ship with vigor worthy of a determined beast. Ling was already peering at them from the rail, and a rope was sent down onto the sea. Captain Morgan soon reached it and with animal agility he climbed up onto the ship, setting Ambrosine down carefully.
  
  "Brave lass", he murmured. He then stood up. "Ling, a towel and a bowl of hot stew fer the lass. Excuse me".
  
  Without any word he strolled a few paces away... then he got on all fours and shook his entire body vigorously like a dog out of water. Ling had promptly left to tend to the Captain's orders.
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  August 2, 2011 12:10:14 PM EDT

  The smell of gunpowder was so thick that Jaffar nearly choked as the smoke cleared. From his position on deck he had only briefly seen the drake drop with a painful shriek that was followed with a loud splash. With a wide smile, he gave a loud cheer and raised his weapon high “Haha! We did it!” he shouted victoriously and the celebration resounded among the crew. Setting down the rifle and rubbing his eyes, he peered out at the churning sea to see if he was actually right. He looked back to where he had seen the Captain and Ambrosine, but they had somehow vanished. They called out to them and much to their relief they heard their faint voices coming from the darkness below. How had they gone overboard?
  
  Ling set a lantern onto the rail, which just so happened to be the same one the Templars had given the Captain as a small token for undertaking the voyage. It’s magically enhanced light spilled over the sea, causing the floating corpse of the black drake to glow brightly on the dark water along with the pair of figures who were treading water next to the ship. Ling quickly uncoiled a rope and began lowering it down, in a few moments the Captains hulking form reached the rails and he lowered Ambrosine onto the deck before leaping over. Jaffar rushed over to Ambrosine and gave her a tight hug, then he went to the Captain’s side but was unfortunately sprayed head to toe with salt water before the words could escape his mouth.
  
  Giving a smirk and wiping off his face, Jaffar gave the caring beast a pat on the shoulder. “Thank you for looking out for her, Captain.” He looked out to shore to see the metal fortress still in view. Giving a sigh, he asked the Captain what was on his mind. “Should we prepare for more trouble?”
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  August 2, 2011 12:10:59 PM EDT

  Ambrosine ducked her head at the Captain's words, glad that the dim light from the ship's laterns would hide most of her blushing. Her former commanders had usually bemoaned her utter lack of self preservation, so compliments were unexpected. Then again, her plans often didn't work quite as well as that one had.
  
  She took the towel and the stew from Ling with a murmured thanks and did her best to dry off. It was one thing to pull the ice walking trick on a quiet lake and quite another to do so on the ocean, Ambrosine noted ruefully. "Waves," she mumbled as she wrung out her hair. "I don't think I like them much."
  
  The death knight glanced up just in time to see Jaffar catch some of the water from the Captain's shake and chuckled. "As long as more trouble isn't more dragons. I'd really hate to dry off only to have to jump overbaord again."