Later that night, Yen'rathe programmed the yacht to head Southeast
towards Edaras and avoid any obstacles on the way. He took the free time
to set up a barbecue on the top deck. Liriel and Fyodor reclined in sun
chairs and watched the news on a mini television while they enjoyed the
warm breezes from the south and the smell of roasting beef from the grill.
"Steaks are done!" Yen'rathe called to them as he neatly set the meat on a serving plate and brought it to a table on the deck. "Go for it, I already ate." Both shrugged and dug in while Yen'rathe pulled a laptop from under his chair and sat down.
"What's that?" Liriel asked with her mouth full of meat. Yen'rathe opened the screen and turned it on, turning it so Liriel would have a better view.
"It's called a personal computer," Yen'rathe explained. "I often use it to send messages to business partners but it can be used for entertainment."
Liriel had learned the basics of computers up in the bridge and understood some of what he said. "What are you doing now?" she asked as she watched him open an e-mail program.
"I'm going to send a letter to my niece Shazzarra, telling her to expect us in three days. She is in Edaras right now. I think you two will get along well, as she is into magic also." Yen'rathe looked up then and gasped.
"What's wrong?" Fyodor asked. An alarm went off behind them, and Yen'rathe closed out of the e-mail program and opened a new one.
"Hold on!" Yen'rathe yelled as he tapped the keyboard rapidly. The yacht shuddered as he threw the transmissions into reverse. Visible heat waves rose rapidly from the exhaust tower as the engines were pushed to their max. The yacht was still moving too fast, and a bone chilling squeal came from below as a propeller struck an underwater rock.
"SHIT!" was all Yen'rathe could yell before the yacht tipped to one side, throwing him and a couple of deck chairs over the railing. The engines shut down automatically and alarms went off all over the deck.
"YEN'RATHE!" Liriel yelled as she ran over to the side.
"Liriel wait!" Fyodor ran to pull her back, but was launched into the air and over the other railing as the yacht fell back again. Liriel hit the water beside him, having been launched as well.
Yen'rathe came up beside them coughing water. "Never was the champ swimmer," he said in a humorous tone. "I managed to look at the propeller though, it looks like we'll have to put in for repairs. There's a repair and refueling station about twenty-five more miles. I don't get why the radar didn't avoid these rocks though."
"How long of a delay?" asked Fyodor.
"It will take maybe one-and-a-half to two hours to get there on one engine, maybe., a few more hours for repairs and check-ups."
"Yen'rathe," Liriel spoke up, "Will we get to Edaras in time?"
Yen'rathe gazed up at the darkening sky. Suddenly serious, he said quietly, "Once the repairs are done, we will need to move at top speed if we are to make it."
"That's it, up ahead!" Yen'rathe announced finally. The Yacht had been going for two hours and twenty minutes, and all were relieved to see the station. Yen'rathe grabbed a radio and clicked a morse code message. A few moments later, a series of beeps came back.
The yacht came up to a brightly lit bay and automatically stopped once it reached a glowing green barrier. "Yen'rathe?" came a voice over the radio.
"This is Yen'rathe, go ahead."
"Hey, it's Jan. Go ahead and shut off the engines, we're reeling you in now."
"Who's Jan?" Liriel asked.
"His full name's Janexulsothisil'un. He's a friend of mine. I found him half drowned in a sinking boat off the northern coast of Valhansas Island. Took him here, and he found a life as a mechanic and machine operator."
The yacht jerked as a padded steel frame lifted it out of the water and pulled it further into the bay. "You be careful with my boat Jan!" Yen'rathe ordered over the radio.
"No worries man! I got this. Just sit back until we get her buckled up."
The boat was fully docked ten minutes later, and the bay doors had closed by the time the three climbed down off deck. A half-elf ran up to them immediately. "Yen'rathe! Great to see ya again!" he said in a joyful tone.
"Liriel, Fyodor," Yen'rathe motioned with his diamond arm towards the half-elf, "Janexulsothisil'un."
The said person blushed and mumbled through the corner of his mouth, "Don't use my full name please!"
"Whatever," Yen'rathe motioned to his friends, "Jan, Liriel and Fyodor."
Jan came up quickly and faced Liriel. "Wow," he mouthed silently.
A silent moment passed, and Liriel could almost feel Jan's eyes boring right into her. Impatient, she asked, "Yes?"
Jan mumbled something undecipherable, then smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I..." He paused, then turned to Yen'rathe. "You guys hungry?"
Well, hope you readers are liking my story. Sorry about the late updates and all but I have school and work and dumb stuff like that, so please review and let me know what u think!
"Steaks are done!" Yen'rathe called to them as he neatly set the meat on a serving plate and brought it to a table on the deck. "Go for it, I already ate." Both shrugged and dug in while Yen'rathe pulled a laptop from under his chair and sat down.
"What's that?" Liriel asked with her mouth full of meat. Yen'rathe opened the screen and turned it on, turning it so Liriel would have a better view.
"It's called a personal computer," Yen'rathe explained. "I often use it to send messages to business partners but it can be used for entertainment."
Liriel had learned the basics of computers up in the bridge and understood some of what he said. "What are you doing now?" she asked as she watched him open an e-mail program.
"I'm going to send a letter to my niece Shazzarra, telling her to expect us in three days. She is in Edaras right now. I think you two will get along well, as she is into magic also." Yen'rathe looked up then and gasped.
"What's wrong?" Fyodor asked. An alarm went off behind them, and Yen'rathe closed out of the e-mail program and opened a new one.
"Hold on!" Yen'rathe yelled as he tapped the keyboard rapidly. The yacht shuddered as he threw the transmissions into reverse. Visible heat waves rose rapidly from the exhaust tower as the engines were pushed to their max. The yacht was still moving too fast, and a bone chilling squeal came from below as a propeller struck an underwater rock.
"SHIT!" was all Yen'rathe could yell before the yacht tipped to one side, throwing him and a couple of deck chairs over the railing. The engines shut down automatically and alarms went off all over the deck.
"YEN'RATHE!" Liriel yelled as she ran over to the side.
"Liriel wait!" Fyodor ran to pull her back, but was launched into the air and over the other railing as the yacht fell back again. Liriel hit the water beside him, having been launched as well.
Yen'rathe came up beside them coughing water. "Never was the champ swimmer," he said in a humorous tone. "I managed to look at the propeller though, it looks like we'll have to put in for repairs. There's a repair and refueling station about twenty-five more miles. I don't get why the radar didn't avoid these rocks though."
"How long of a delay?" asked Fyodor.
"It will take maybe one-and-a-half to two hours to get there on one engine, maybe., a few more hours for repairs and check-ups."
"Yen'rathe," Liriel spoke up, "Will we get to Edaras in time?"
Yen'rathe gazed up at the darkening sky. Suddenly serious, he said quietly, "Once the repairs are done, we will need to move at top speed if we are to make it."
"That's it, up ahead!" Yen'rathe announced finally. The Yacht had been going for two hours and twenty minutes, and all were relieved to see the station. Yen'rathe grabbed a radio and clicked a morse code message. A few moments later, a series of beeps came back.
The yacht came up to a brightly lit bay and automatically stopped once it reached a glowing green barrier. "Yen'rathe?" came a voice over the radio.
"This is Yen'rathe, go ahead."
"Hey, it's Jan. Go ahead and shut off the engines, we're reeling you in now."
"Who's Jan?" Liriel asked.
"His full name's Janexulsothisil'un. He's a friend of mine. I found him half drowned in a sinking boat off the northern coast of Valhansas Island. Took him here, and he found a life as a mechanic and machine operator."
The yacht jerked as a padded steel frame lifted it out of the water and pulled it further into the bay. "You be careful with my boat Jan!" Yen'rathe ordered over the radio.
"No worries man! I got this. Just sit back until we get her buckled up."
The boat was fully docked ten minutes later, and the bay doors had closed by the time the three climbed down off deck. A half-elf ran up to them immediately. "Yen'rathe! Great to see ya again!" he said in a joyful tone.
"Liriel, Fyodor," Yen'rathe motioned with his diamond arm towards the half-elf, "Janexulsothisil'un."
The said person blushed and mumbled through the corner of his mouth, "Don't use my full name please!"
"Whatever," Yen'rathe motioned to his friends, "Jan, Liriel and Fyodor."
Jan came up quickly and faced Liriel. "Wow," he mouthed silently.
A silent moment passed, and Liriel could almost feel Jan's eyes boring right into her. Impatient, she asked, "Yes?"
Jan mumbled something undecipherable, then smiled sheepishly. "Sorry. I..." He paused, then turned to Yen'rathe. "You guys hungry?"
Well, hope you readers are liking my story. Sorry about the late updates and all but I have school and work and dumb stuff like that, so please review and let me know what u think!