Hey ya'll, it's Enderdeath! I hope you're having a great day and I hope to make it even better with this new chapter! 1,335 words this chapter. NOTE: I do NOT own Mianite, any Youtubers mentioned, Minecraft, and really, I don't own anything except the idea.

Chapter 4

"Ahoy, mateys! Raise the sails! Set yer course for Ianarea! Sparklez, secure the rigging! Skipper, raise the anchor! A good wind be on our side today, laddies; let's make the most of it!" Cora shouted and Jordan ran around wildly, making sure ropes were taut or loosened, whichever they needed to be. The wind almost whisked his sunglasses off and he took them off, putting them in his pocket. As he ran by Cora, she gave him a dazzling smile; one that almost made him forget what he was supposed to be doing. Apparently Tom's advice had worked, because it seemed he and Cora were growing closer every minute.

"It's all ready, Cap'n!" Skipper bellowed. He started to pull the ropes that would raise the sails and Jordan hurried to help him. The white sails slowly unfurled and billowed out as soon as they caught the wind. The ship began to push through the water, rocking gently as waves washed over the hull. They increased speed gradually, and when Jordan looked back, the land of Mianite was not but a green blur on the horizon.

Jordan felt a sudden pang of guilt strike his heart. He hadn't even said goodbye to Tucker or Sonja or Tom or anyone. Declan and Champwan would have no idea where he'd disappeared to. Jordan scolded himself, telling himself that it was too early to get homesick. They had barely been out in the ocean for thirty minutes and loneliness was already beginning to creep into his heart.

Then he glanced over at Cora, standing proud and strong with the wind whipping her hair around.

And Jordan knew he couldn't be luckier.

He was out on the sea with the girl of his dreams. Quite a few days of sailing with only one other person aboard the ship. Things truly could not be better.

But he still wished he had said goodbye.

"Hey, Sparklez," Jordan blinked as Skipper walked up next to him. "What's wrong?"

"I didn't say goodbye to any of my friends," Jordan whispered, voice barely audible over the sound of the waves. Skipper nodded like he understood.

"Aye, when I left my friends back in Ianarea, the ship was settin' sail in the early mornin'. I never said goodbye to my girl, either," Skipper sighed wistfully. "I wonder how Anne be doing. She was a queen in my eyes and I can't wait to see her again."

Jordan stayed silent, letting Skipper's words sink in and trying not to laugh at the fact that such a big, tough pirate had a girlfriend.

Then again, Jordan had no reason to laugh. He was dating a pirate captain himself.

"I hope we get back to Ianarea safely," Skipper mused. He suddenly tensed and looked over at Jordan. "What color were the skies this morning?"

Jordan tried to remember the color of the dawn sky. "I think it was an orangey-red," Jordan replied. "Why?"

Skipper's face paled and for the first time, he actually looked scared. "Red skies in the morning …" he breathed. "Excuse me, Sparklez. But I must go and have a talk with me sister."

He left Jordan staring after him, confusion swimming in his blue eyes. What was Skipper talking about? What did the color of the sky have to do with anything? All sorts of questions floated around in Jordan's head as he watched Cora snap at Skipper. Skipper shook his head earnestly, letting his tangled red hair get even more tangled. Cora told him something else and turned back to the ship's wheel, holding it steady against the powerful waves.

Skipper hung his head in defeat and trudged back over to Jordan. He leaned against the railing and looked out over the open sea.

"Skipper," Jordan began cautiously. "What does the sky's color have to do with sailing?" Skipper did not look away from the grayish water slapping against the board of the ship.

"Red skies in the morning, sailors take warning. Red skies at night, sailors delight," Skipper murmured.

Jordan felt an icy fear wrap around his heart. 'Take warning,' a voice seemed to whisper inside his head.

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It was dusk and there were no red skies for a sailor to delight in.

A thick covering of stone-gray clouds had covered the sky and every now and then, thunder rumbled ominously in the distance. Skipper had taken the night watch, but Jordan was ninety-eight percent sure he would not be able to sleep that night.

He couldn't forget about what Skipper had said about red skies in the morning. Sure, it was probably just an old legend, but he couldn't shake off the memory of the whisper he had heard earlier. 'Take warning'; he could have sworn he had heard someone whisper it to him.

He eventually pushed the covers off and sat up on the edge of the bed. He slipped his sandals on and silently walked out of his room and up to the deck. There he stood, the swirls of fog curling around him, the barely visible form of Skipper at the other end of the ship.

Jordan listened to the wind howling and the sails flapping in the gale. Then he heard a sound that didn't belong in the middle of the ocean.

The whoosh of an ender pearl flying through the air.

Jordan had a half a second to cry a warning when the dark teal orb hit the deck at his feet. He scrambled backwards as a dark green figure materialized where he had been standing. Then the shape looked up and Jordan recognized it as Tom.

"What are you doing here, Tom?" Jordan spoke calmly, without a trace of hesitation. Cora ran onto the deck, brandishing her sword until she saw who it was. Skipper momentarily abandoned his post at the helm of the ship and also ran over.

"Came – to warn – Dianite – destroy Ianarea," Tom struggled for breath, and for the first time, Jordan noticed he was dripping wet and shivering.

"Okay, okay, calm down. Skipper! Get him a blanket from below decks. What be your name young lad?" Cora knelt next to him and Jordan felt an irrational pang of jealousy strike his heart. He shook off the feeling almost immediately. Tom was his friend.

"T – Tom," Tom gasped, "I had to warn you." He swallowed, "Dianite is planning to destroy Ianarea. He'll kill everyone in it. I couldn't – I couldn't let any of you die like that."

"If we sail faster we could get there on time to fight," Cora muttered darkly. Tom shook his head in a panic.

"You – you don't under – understand! Dianite is bringing all his forces to – to Ianarea. Once he gets there, he'll – he'll," Tom broke off, shivering violently with a few tears trickling from his dark eyes. "You have to stay here. In the ocean. At least until Dianite is gone. Please – I don't want to lose my friends," He looked up at Jordan, fear clearly written on his face.

Jordan sat down beside Tom and gave his friend a hug. Tom buried his face in Jordan's shoulder, sniffling.

Skipper walked over to them and wordlessly handed the woolen blanket to Cora, who then wrapped it around Tom's shoulders. Tom slowly stopped shivering but didn't move. After some time, it became clear that he had fallen asleep.

"Weigh anchor, Skipper," Cora whispered quietly, so as not to wake Tom. She stood up and glanced out over the waters. "If Tom speaks the truth, then we will be all that's left to continue the legend of Ianarea."

"I'll take Tom to my cabin. He can rest there," Jordan offered. Cora nodded and he picked up Tom, carrying him belowdecks. Jordan entered his cabin, the light from a torch on the wall just barely enough to illuminate the bed. Jordan set Tom down on the soft red sheets and watched as the zombie-man shifted slightly.

"Take warning," Jordan murmured to himself. "Red skies in the morning."

Well it looks like Tom has saved the crew heading to Ianarea - but will his heroism affect anyone else? I'll need three reviews for you to find out, or wait until next week! (I will check on it at 2:30 PM tomorrow so get to it!) I'm honestly really amazed at the support this story has gotten so far! I mean seriously? 10 reviews, 5 favorites, 9 follows, and it's in the Mianite community group! I don't think I've ever gotten such an enthusiastic response after just posting a story! Thanks so much everyone!

Random Observation: I love the saying 'Red skies in the morning, sailors take warning. Red skies at night, sailors delight.'