The rat and the weasel sent to gather wood were having a hard time of it. Even though they had been sent farther out to find wood, there was none to be found. Until thery reached a small grove of very large trees.
"'Ey, Terry," The weasel called, "Think there would be any in dere?"
"Maybe," Terry said, "It's a forest, you idjit. Of course there's wood in there. Come on Lenny, we might be able to find some wood to please Predak, picky ole thing."
"Fully agree. Now come on!"
Chattering, the two walked into the woods, where bright eyes gleamed at them from out of the bushes, and creatures waited in the treetops for their chance to attack.
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The seas were calm, and the Bloodfarl stood silent, the only sounds the moan of the injured along with the splash of searat bodies hitting the water, and water being hauled up to wash the decks.
Tyra, her left arm now in a sling, watched in mild amusement at her friend Katzey dashing around, dodging buckets and the injured, trying to restore peace and get some work going. Finally she gave up and headed over to Tyra.
"Look, Tyra," she said, "For a cap'n's daughter I sure am a failure. Do you think you might help me here? These poor beasts have probably never been out of their chains for as long as they can remember, so it is a time of rejoicing, but we need to get work done--"
"Okay already! Mates, we're literally on the same boat 'ere, so afore we do any rejoicing we must get some stuff goin' 'round 'ere. Kessa, Boulonnais, you two check out the galley. Sassy and Vicy, you two muster up some shipwork 'ere. Tulia, Muddy, you two steer us for right now, get us as close to shore as you can. Katzey, you and I'll deal wid dat wretched place down below."
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Ten days passed since anyone had seen or heard of Lenny or Terry. Eric sent out some of his best trackers, but to no avail.
"Well?" Eric asked when they returned.
"Er-We tracked 'em to a forest but it was filled o' skeletons hangin' offa da trees an' odder creepy dings so we didn't go na fuvver. We dinks de Painted Ones gots 'em!"
"Oh, the Painted Ones is it now. Well, last season when I sent you bumblers after two beasts it was the Flitcheye."
"Yeah, cap'n but dis is twrue to! Look! Dere dey are!"
Terry and Lenny trotted into camp, pulling a load of wood behind them, and talking consistantly.
"It's a surprise you didn't hear them." Eric mumbled as he dashed off to find Predak.
"'Ey, Terry," The weasel called, "Think there would be any in dere?"
"Maybe," Terry said, "It's a forest, you idjit. Of course there's wood in there. Come on Lenny, we might be able to find some wood to please Predak, picky ole thing."
"Fully agree. Now come on!"
Chattering, the two walked into the woods, where bright eyes gleamed at them from out of the bushes, and creatures waited in the treetops for their chance to attack.
************************************************************
The seas were calm, and the Bloodfarl stood silent, the only sounds the moan of the injured along with the splash of searat bodies hitting the water, and water being hauled up to wash the decks.
Tyra, her left arm now in a sling, watched in mild amusement at her friend Katzey dashing around, dodging buckets and the injured, trying to restore peace and get some work going. Finally she gave up and headed over to Tyra.
"Look, Tyra," she said, "For a cap'n's daughter I sure am a failure. Do you think you might help me here? These poor beasts have probably never been out of their chains for as long as they can remember, so it is a time of rejoicing, but we need to get work done--"
"Okay already! Mates, we're literally on the same boat 'ere, so afore we do any rejoicing we must get some stuff goin' 'round 'ere. Kessa, Boulonnais, you two check out the galley. Sassy and Vicy, you two muster up some shipwork 'ere. Tulia, Muddy, you two steer us for right now, get us as close to shore as you can. Katzey, you and I'll deal wid dat wretched place down below."
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Ten days passed since anyone had seen or heard of Lenny or Terry. Eric sent out some of his best trackers, but to no avail.
"Well?" Eric asked when they returned.
"Er-We tracked 'em to a forest but it was filled o' skeletons hangin' offa da trees an' odder creepy dings so we didn't go na fuvver. We dinks de Painted Ones gots 'em!"
"Oh, the Painted Ones is it now. Well, last season when I sent you bumblers after two beasts it was the Flitcheye."
"Yeah, cap'n but dis is twrue to! Look! Dere dey are!"
Terry and Lenny trotted into camp, pulling a load of wood behind them, and talking consistantly.
"It's a surprise you didn't hear them." Eric mumbled as he dashed off to find Predak.
