"Fifty drakes or now deal" the boat captain squeaked with the shrill, mind numbing voice that could only belong to a wood elf.
I gave a sigh and looked at him, part wishing there was another captain here and part wishing that I could push this boat master in the water.
The bosmer looked at me bravely, but at his height he was actually just looking at my coin purse that was tucked away behind my cuirass. The captain was barely up to my shoulder, with flat grey eyes that hid behind a hook nose that was set at an awkward angle as if it was broken in the past.
I spat into the water and tried my best Vivec style accent. "Guar dung, I'll pay fifteen drakes... I mean how dangerous can a boat ride be?" my voice croaked, as I heard the grunt of Evo trying not to laugh. The wood elf traded his suspicious look for one of surprise, "There's daedra about Outlander, and I'm not risking my children's futures for a 'boat ride'"
Looking over at the sea of ghosts, I saw a thick mist hanging against the water tonight like a silver blanket. Shapes broke against the mist every now and then; the water repairing itself almost instantly after them. But were they just the waves crashing up... or something worse.
"Thirty drakes" I said throwing the coins onto the boat before the captain could object. "If we get in any danger I'll give you another twenty." The bosmer nodded with a greasy smile before pulling up a long wooden plank twice his size to bridge us across to the boat.
"No short jokes Haeil" I muttered before the Tsaesci could open his mouth. "we don't want this bosmer pissed."Evo got onto the boat after us quietly. "To Sadrith Mora" I muttered to the wood elf who laughed to himself against the stern, "Crazy Bosmer" Evo chuckled to himself; playing with a small ball of light in his finger tip that was weaved from his own magicka.
Large monuments poked out of the water as we passed them, "Former gates" the captain whispered quickly as if it was a taboo to even think about them. The twisted stone and metal poked along the grey waters of the sea, where the ghosts got their name.
Evo sighed and closed his eyes, "this will take a few hours at least." He muttered, lying back against the mast.
I smiled to the setting sun, letting my head rest against the wood of the moving ship.