Etherond laid down, thinking of his trip from continent to continent.
He had left two years earlier and was finally coming back to his hometown.
To Methorial and Bethandor, He had now been to every continent.
He had begun to get sick of his quarters on the ship, The Dreammaker. He had begun to get sick of his shipmates. And most of all he had begun to get sick of his captain, Katrim. Nothing was ever quite right for her lately. She had probably gotten sick of everyone too and since he was going through the same thing, he didn't condemn her.
This night was cool unlike most other nights out at sea. The climate all around the world was hot year round accept for the Polar Cap. This wonder of nature was found in the middle of a tropic region. Ancient scrolls say that a great battle took place there years ago. The ghosts stayed and the area had been changed.
He unsheathed his sword and ran his hand down the flat side of the blade. He had never used the sword and it was in perfect condition. Yelling sounded down the hall and he thought nothing of it. He sheathed his sword and came off of his bed and walked halfway down the hall.
A gigantic crash rumbled the ship and Katrim sounded the alarm. He ran down the hall and onto the ships deck. Shipmates were yelling running around uncoordinatedly. Etherond peeked over the railings and saw a hole in the side of the ship and water pouring in to it. Katrim ran on deck and immediatly started giving orders.
"What happened?" Etherond yelled to Katrim running over to her.
"The damn sailor in the cockpit hit a rock that was sticking out of the water!" Katrim shouted in between orders.
"How much time do we have until it's sunk?" He asked falling over from a rumble of the ship.
"About thirty seconds i'd say."
"Goodbye captain," Etherond said running to the railing. He got ready to jump off the side, when another rumble of the ship knocked him off of the deck.
He saw only blackness.
He had begun to get sick of his quarters on the ship, The Dreammaker. He had begun to get sick of his shipmates. And most of all he had begun to get sick of his captain, Katrim. Nothing was ever quite right for her lately. She had probably gotten sick of everyone too and since he was going through the same thing, he didn't condemn her.
This night was cool unlike most other nights out at sea. The climate all around the world was hot year round accept for the Polar Cap. This wonder of nature was found in the middle of a tropic region. Ancient scrolls say that a great battle took place there years ago. The ghosts stayed and the area had been changed.
He unsheathed his sword and ran his hand down the flat side of the blade. He had never used the sword and it was in perfect condition. Yelling sounded down the hall and he thought nothing of it. He sheathed his sword and came off of his bed and walked halfway down the hall.
A gigantic crash rumbled the ship and Katrim sounded the alarm. He ran down the hall and onto the ships deck. Shipmates were yelling running around uncoordinatedly. Etherond peeked over the railings and saw a hole in the side of the ship and water pouring in to it. Katrim ran on deck and immediatly started giving orders.
"What happened?" Etherond yelled to Katrim running over to her.
"The damn sailor in the cockpit hit a rock that was sticking out of the water!" Katrim shouted in between orders.
"How much time do we have until it's sunk?" He asked falling over from a rumble of the ship.
"About thirty seconds i'd say."
"Goodbye captain," Etherond said running to the railing. He got ready to jump off the side, when another rumble of the ship knocked him off of the deck.
He saw only blackness.