Here it was they lit the flame.
'I am never coming here ever again!' Will said as he ducked to avoid the poison arrows that littered the sky above them.
'What? Too many genovesans here for you?' Halt smirked before standing up for a split second and shooting a few arrows.
'Well too many for me at least,' Horace replied and then settled down. He wasn't able to use any real long range weapons and he knew that he would only get in the way here unless he has the same shooting ability as the two rangers.
'Three, left, Will,' Halt said once he came down from shooting. 'Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One.' The both stood up and let off three arrows.
They came back down again and Will sat properly.
'I can't get that range on the recurve bow,' he told Horace as explanation and the pulled out his saxe.
'So you are going to throw that?' Horace asked sarcastically.
'Nope. Whilst I was fighting, I think someone created a nick... and I was right,' Will said and then started to remove it.
Halt sat back down again and nodded at Will with approval.
'You took down a fair few,' he said and then pulled out his own saxe. It was spotless.
Horace winced and pulled out his sword. It was covered with many different scratches and probably wasn't as sharp as it had started off as.
'Take that suckers!' Erak yelled waving his fist (which he then brought back down as an arrow nearly pierced it).
'So why are you here personally to rescue us?' Will asked him as he stood up and stretched his legs. They had started to cramp up from the hard running he had done.
'I was bored with all of the paper shuffling. So I left that with another person and came looking for a simple adventure. This came up so I decided to be nice and help,' he said casually and then roughly pulled Horace to his feet.
'Thanks,' Horace muttered.
'You just left the paperwork with someone else?' Halt asked.
'Sure.'
'I might have to try that some time...' Halt trailed off. 'I need to get another apprentice.'
'I feel sorry for whoever it is!' Will replied to Halt's thought.
'Is that all you did for your apprenticeship?' Horace asked Will.
'Nope,' Will said.
Halt glared at Will, daring him to continue.
'I just did the chores.'
'I feel so sorry for you!' Horace said and then turned to Erak. 'Do you have any food?'
'A special supply just for you!' Svengal replied in Erak's place.
Later that night an unexpected storm blew in and all the crew members could do was stop the ship from sinking.
'Where's the closest place?!' Svengal yelled to another crew mate who was looking at a map.
'Skorghijl!' the man yelled back.
'How far away?' Erak yelled, joining in on the conversation.
'Close!'
Two hours later the ship made it to shore.
'Land!' cried Halt and lay down on it.
'Everyone, keep your helmets on. We wouldn't want Halt to throw up in it, would we?' Erak said with a laugh and got off the boat, relieved that they had pased the storm.
'I hate you!' Halt muttered and then leaned over again to throw up.
That seemed a lot longer before...
Oh well...
But aren't you happy? So far I have written one fanfic each day of the new year...
(Let's ignore the fact that today is only day two) :)
-Alyss Mainwaring