Chapter 15, Fishing trip
Tanya Russ
What is that saying, 'time flies when you're having fun'? Well, I don't believe that but I will admit the last 10 years have gone by rather quickly. That could be because, with how the year system worked on this planet, that 10 years meant five Great Years. It did feel kind of faster.
I had been proclaimed the next heir to the Russ kingdom 10 years ago today and, in that time, I had learned quite a bit about how the kingdom was managed. Frankly it was rather hands-off, The Russ really only needed to act when a war was on the horizon or to make sure the military was in proper condition for defending their lands at all times. Also there was keeping the wildlife populations from overrunning civilian homesteads.
These were just the general tasks the Russ government had to deal with and frankly it was kind of an easy job. During the winter I took Housecarls out to hunt monsters, though not an easy part of the job it was rather rewarding as I was allowed to keep any rare resources I acquired. I believe that if I could transfer my life's current wealth status to my last life I'd be a millionaire. I made more than enough money to set up several barns and homes for my wolves, as well as the creation of several more houses in the wilds of Russ for my expeditions to hunt monsters.
One of my first major projects to try and make my life a little bit easier when dealing with the monsters, while also making everyone else's life a little bit easier, was the takeover of those old fortresses that had been abandoned centuries before. Getting the local civilian population and my wolves to work on it I'd quickly converted them into functioning fortresses once again, though not as strong as they probably had been in their heyday. They were not really meant for defense though, they were meant to be outposts and were often run by my wolves. Oh yes, there were lodgings for soldiers but really there only needed to be 10 housecarls in an outpost like that. The rest of the facilities were at work for the wolves who had created a pack-like structure to hunt in the territory I had given them. They would work together to clean up the monsters that had come down from the mountains or forcibly incorporate other wolf tribes, which had become a favorite tactic of my wolves.
When I left for the war on the other coast I had maybe 300 wolves, counting the pups. 10 years later I now estimated I had somewhere around 2000 wolves, spread out across the entirety of this coastline. Many were just the common Fenris wolf, often led by a member of the original pack of Blackmanned wolves I had created. These packs ranged across the continent in around 15 territories, keeping the civilian population safe and operating out of fortresses like the old ones I had rebuilt and a few other structures I'd come across that could be turned into defensive positions. Not all of them had actually been in the Russ territory. After the first year of success with this operation I had allowed my wolves to clean up the monsters in the dark areas. The Lords who had allied with the Russ during the war had asked if I could do the same in their territory, which is how I had been able to spread them across the entirety of this Coast. Apparently, the damage we had received from monster attacks in winter was so low that those lords were now willing to risk having animals that were loyal to the Russ in their territory if they could gain the same effect. Either they were certain that the Russ would not betray the alliance or they saw the possibility of the Russ growing stronger than they already were while they only could maintain their current position without the aid of the wolves. Whatever the reason I knew that the last five great years of peace were thanks to the wolves.
Who would have known that creating packs of loyal wolves could be used as diplomatic tokens to bring a lasting peace to half the continent? It was such an effective model that I was wondering if there was a way to spread it to the other side of the continent. I didn't like going through the mountains but I guessed I would have to find some way of getting trained wolves across at some point if I wanted to make sure that this peace lasted a good long time. It was in my interest since… well, I think I might be around for a long time.
My aging had plateaued in what I think were early 20s. It was hard to tell for sure but I didn't seem to be aging at a normal rate anymore, which was good for my lifespan I assumed. But that also meant I was going to be around for a long time and I was not sure I approved the idea of running the Russ for the rest of existence. Granted I had no way to know for sure that I could live for the rest of existence but… Either way if I became too complacent in my long life and didn't set up a system that could take over if something were to ever happen to me the falling apart of whatever I had built would be inevitable. So I was already making plans to create some sort of representative government, in order to run most of the levers of power that made the government that protected the Russ.
But back on the wolf subject I did enjoy the fact that Geri and Freki had both found mates and founded their own families. This had been comforting to me though it meant I didn't get to see them as much as I would have liked, as they ran a couple of the packs that hunted monsters. Mother wolf was always by my side though, helping me make sure the younger wolf generations were well trained to work with their human counterparts. And I wasn't the only Wolf Trainer at this point.
Those wolf pups I handed out 10 years ago had all grown up with their Housecarl's families and some of them had just become part of the growing wolf calvary. Which was a definite thing at this point, the industry around creating armors and harnesses for the wolves had sprung up rather quickly and they were kind of edging out the horse when it came to preferred mount.
At least for a short distance. Horses still ruled when it came to longer distance operations but at short distance wolf cavalry was a little bit better. At least they had more shock and impact during the charge.
Something I had found out rather quickly when summer had arrived in my first Great Year as the sea tribes and glacier tribes attempted to invade the continent to escape the season of fire that caused the oceans to boil. It was a rather horrifying thing to see for the first time, watching people attempt to force their way onto the continent just so they could avoid the natural disaster going on out at sea. And, make no mistake, they were forcing their way; they had burned and raided their way along the coast, gathering supplies that had been meant to be saved up for winter and taking them for themselves.
I was not a fan of the particular kind of warfare that developed in this. We were in essence fighting refugees trying to avoid a natural disaster but they were perfectly willing and able to just steal from the people on the continent. Unfortunately for them this year when they attempted that I had trained the army. A large portion of the Sea People were captured in separate skirmishes and taken prisoner. The rest ended up massacred as they tried to fight their way deeper into the continent and were hunted down by my wolves.
Outside of the Russ territory the Sea People were able to establish temporary colonies and forced the Lords to acknowledge the land as theirs till fall, when the Summer of Fire ended. Inside the Russ territory they were taken prisoner, which left us with an interesting question of what to do with them. So I did what I did best and suggested the best way to use the resources in front of me.
We forced them to build a small town on the coast and made them swear loyalty to the Russ. Granted it was a town with its walls facing both ways so it was kind of a prison camp but it was the best we could do and we had enough foodstuff and supplies to maintain this population of nomadic people.
As soon as summer ended they'd gone right back in their boats and left, gone to find safe hunting grounds at sea and return to whatever islands hadn't sunk beneath the waves or find a new island to live on.
The town, however, remained and that was the main goal. There was now a place for these people to return during the next Summer of Fire. And because local artisans and traders had been trading with the Sea People inside the town it was sort of a trade city. A few of them had even moved in once the Sea People had left because the Sea People did come back to trade with us.
A more permanent solution to the whole conflict, I had reasoned at the start of it, was to create something they could come stay at without fighting us over it while also giving them a reason to trade with us. This town's main goal had been that and King Russ had agreed with me once I proposed the idea. As a result there was now a new city on the continent, hopefully one that would grow to maintain the peace I so wanted to enjoy.
So far it worked as, for the last 4 years, I had only had conflicts outside of Russ to deal with the Sea People who had not been defeated inside our territory as they continued their attempts to just take what they wanted from the coastliners. Oh sure there had been one small raid near the borders of our territory by one of the colonies, but that had been easily dealt with by the local wolves and guards.
I did have to, as the heir to Russ, lead several expeditions to our allies in the region in order to stabilize fronts against those Sea Peoples. We forced them back and in one case I proposed the same technique we used in Russ, though the Lord of that particular territory was apparently very vengeful against Sea Peoples or just didn't like the idea of trading with them. I couldn't tell for sure as he had simply wanted to burn them all out.
Either way though, the raids on Russ's direct territory either stopped or were so minimal that the local Garrisons could handle it. The Sea People who would have been doing that had eagerly gone back to the trade city since it gave them an opportunity to trade resources they abundantly picked up from the sea for resources we got from the land.
During a couple of my visits over the years to said city, which for some reason was named Tanyaville, I'd even seen wolves on a few boats. I had a feeling that the peace of the Wolf was going to be spreading to the Sea soon enough, which I was all in favor of. If some tribe of Sea People managed to get itself strong enough to bring the others into its control and owed its strength to an alliance with the Russ… That seemed like a win in my book.
Anyways with the Sea Peoples mostly dealt with, the allies on this side of the mountain firmly allied, and the other side of the mountain being pacified… Life was easy. It became a repetitive cycle of me hunting monsters that attempted to make their homes in the lowlands and handling small crises for the king, raising wolves all the while.
I pursued runecraft a bit, using materials to create basic rune beads for certain situations and more complex ones for more complex situations. Small explosives were easy, weather-changing items were a little bit harder but possible, and past that I was still experimenting. I had remembered and managed to recreate a shield rune bead set. Which the rune priest had eagerly bought from me when I'd shown him its usefulness. Other than that I hadn't been able to manage to transfer my still fairly unknown second life's magical knowledge into this life's rune knowledge.
As for other memories of my previous life they still remained fairly hidden behind whatever wall was there. I had shaken it enough to have some basic understanding that it had been a military career in something called a mage role. If I would ever uncover more memories, I wasn't sure. Oh, I believed that they would totally uncover themselves in time but I had not gone out of my way to work on uncovering it.
I did run into an interesting phenomenon though, more and more Lords were competing with me for my hunting of monsters. Either directly competing or joining my trips in attempts to kill more creatures than I. I assumed it was some sort of prestige thing that had developed since I had shown that I was so good at the killing of monsters that others were using me as the benchmark. If they kept it up they could gain more prestige when they somehow got more than me, which was rare but when it did happen it was even more of a glorious thing.
And being that it allowed me to network with these Lords I was more than willing to entertain them on these trips in a friendly atmosphere of rivalry. One that quickly spread amongst the Lords and other warriors of our realm. The build-up to Winter, a thing that had once been dreaded, was now a bit more festive since wars seemed to have come to a general end and people had the time to build up to actually fight the monsters back into the mountains when they came down.
Thus Spring and Summer became a time of trade, as the resources from the mountains were traded to the coast where it was then traded for the resources from the Sea and trade grew.
This world may be stuck in a barter economy but it was a functioning barter economy now, interconnecting the entire coastline and the sea, showing the profitability and importance of trade. I figured that within the next 10 to 20 years the wars, at least around the main continent of this world, would subside completely as trade would dominate the environment. Oh I'm sure there would still be some wars, rivalries that overstepped their bounds or conflicts with remote Sea Tribes that were unable to get their hands on rare resources for trading. But I believed with enough time even those would fade, at least I hoped they would. After all if my aging had plateaued at around the early twenties that generally meant I'd probably be around for a while. If I had continued to speedily age I would have assumed my time was short but as it was I could assume I was going to get at least to a hundred years, maybe more. I would prefer those years to be spent in peace, not in war.
Which is why when a representative of the sea tribes we traded with had asked for my aid in settling a little bit of a conflict between themselves and another sea tribe I had agreed to go with them. I had never been on the sea myself in either my first life or this life. Not sure about my middle life, still quite a lot of blanks there, but I figured it couldn't be too bad. And I was feeling a bit… stuck. My life had become a little too routine and fighting monsters from the mountains was just getting a little dull at this point. The wolves and local garrisons could handle them in most cases and nobles were more than willing to go out there and fight them since they weren't fighting each other. From what I understood the adventurers guild was basically out of business and most of them were taking government jobs as part of the garrisons. At least those who did not move to the other side of the coast where, from what I heard, things were still pretty wild and uncapped.
From my point of view it was a simple process. I'd send my ravens out to find the monster and they would come back to point the way. I would ride my wolves to it and kill the thing. It was easy, repetitive, dull. So I wanted to experience something new. I heard there were hunts of sea monsters once in a while so I figured if an opportunity arose I would take it and hunt a sea monster.
Though mainly I was being contracted to negotiate some sort of peace between a couple Sea Tribes over a newly grown landmass. It apparently had been relatively stable over the last five Great Years and a Confederacy of two tribes that traded with the Russ had claims on half the island while a Confederacy of three tribes that traded with the glacier nomads was claiming the other half and the half of our allies. It was hoped that my reasonable and calm demeanor would allow for some sort of conclusion to be put on the whole conflict. I had to give something to the king of Russ, he knew how to groom an heir. Having had 10 years to reflect on the events leading to my establishment I'd quickly realized that he'd been working on getting me in this position for quite a long while, nearly since we first met. Even if he had what I would guess were many years left in him he wanted to make sure someone would be there to take care of Russ after he was gone. Just what a good CEO of a company would do, in my mind.
Tanya Russ
Man, was the sea cold! It was Fall of my 10th year on this planet and we were making our way towards the landmass that had come up a few years back. Nothing too strange, as during the Summer of Fire the oceans and the ocean floor's crust became… fluid, to say the least.
How this island had survived so long I wasn't exactly sure. What reports I got simply said it had managed to keep growing so… Maybe it was like Hawaii and there was a vent down there somewhere that was pushing up enough material to keep it from going down during the season of fire? I know that it looked somewhat like it when we finally got in range of the Big Rock, as the Sea Peoples referred to it.
But anyways the weather on the seas was awful, even in mid-spring as time got closer to summer from what the crew told me. From my point of view it had quite a bit to do with just how open the boats were. I may not be a ship person but you come across stuff in history and the fact of the matter was that the boats they were using were very similar to what the Vikings used in their age. Some severe upscaling though. I'd noted a wider frame for the longer distances but otherwise it was a large sailboat for carrying supplies between here and there, with no underdeck cargo area. And no underdeck sleeping there, either. Each night I would have to cuddle up with Geri, who had come along on this journey, to stay warm.
As much as being out in absolute near darkness was a new experience it was also quite terrifying actually. At least laying when you were in absolute darkness you knew you were on land and nothing could come up from beneath you. Let's say things got a little bit more uncertain at sea as we had started the trip with four vessels and there were now three.
What had happened to the 4th vessel? Well, one night we had gone to sleep and then everyone had been on watch after hearing a strange noise. Next morning we could only see it was gone and the only thing anyone knew was there had been a splash at some point during the night. Oh yeah, a loud splash. Which resulted in the oldest member of the Sea People telling me about how some creatures could eat a boat this big with one bite. Leviathan, giant squid, or giant octopus, whatever they wanted to call it, or them if there were different species, there apparently were quite a few of those monsters out here. If one decided that it wanted you for a snack… there wasn't much you could do to stop it.
Thankfully those attacks were rare as… Well, the Sea people thought there wasn't enough meat on boats to be worth the attack so the monsters would rather go after other creatures of their species or creatures that actually were full of meat. This simply said to me that the Sea Peoples needed upgrades in their boats. There needed to be both bigger and better vessels than the ones they were producing, things that could actually stand up to the monsters out here and with weapons that could actually do something. I had been looking into the production of guns since I'd gotten a lot of free time a few years before and I had tracked down sources of sulfur and charcoal. Those were easy to come by, being that there were lots of volcanoes on the main continent. The only ingredients I was not having a lot of luck finding was nitrate and phosphorus. For niter deposits, there were no real deserts on the main continent as far as I'd been able to find in my five Great Years of traveling. Perhaps beyond the mountains, in the core, there might be some but… Most tales said that there were just bigger mountains, that if you got past the mountains we could see from Russ you only found mountains so large that they supposedly pierced the heavens and entered the realm of the Allfather. Wonderful story but not helpful for dealing with my situation. As for phosphorus, I was looking into the situation. There was no large bird population where you could just search the cliffside for deposits. As for the bat populations on this planet there could be some but most of the bats that I had seen came from those caves that tended to have stories about dark things being at the bottom of them. So I was not going to be able to get weapons like cannons onto the battlefield here unless I found a third option.
No, I was not giving up on the idea of coming up with something that could be used to counter the underwater threats. Freeing the seas would allow trade to flourish even more than it did right now and a trading world was one less at war in my opinion. So I needed something that would work at sea, to fight monsters that lived underwater or at least came out of the water. So far I'd come up with options for ballistas, which would probably be powerful enough to pierce the creature's skin and easy to sell to these people since they did tend to hunt the whales out here and a ballista would be useful for that. And Greek fire. I was not very familiar with the creation of Greek fire though, mostly knowing that it was very similar to napalm in behavior but I knew it worked at Sea since the Byzantines used it on their ships. if I could create it, it might work against the monsters well enough. I doubted a creature used to living under the water would enjoy having its skin burnt by something that would not go away whatever it did.
My thoughts were interrupted as the crew of the boat started to make a ruckus, causing me to get up from where I was laying against the wall of the boat. Looking off in the direction they were pointing I saw the island that we were heading to, a black jagged thing though it appeared that there were areas of it that had been overgrown with life. How it managed that with the conditions that summer brought I did not know. Perhaps the plant life down here was a lot hardier than some would think? Leave anything alone long enough and, if it finds its way to survive, it'll find a way to reproduce and thrive. Who's to say there weren't a few islands that didn't go under for hundreds of great years? It would be more than enough time for plant life to evolve to survive in the harsh conditions of the ocean.
Well I was glad to see it, I wanted to be off the ever-changing waves as soon as we could be. Since the attack I had been thinking that there was some monster waiting beneath the waves, hiding, ready to strike and pull down the entire ship I was on. That was a disturbing thought, one that I wished I did not have. I just needed to get on land and I wouldn't have to worry about that anymore.
I heard water splash behind me and then the screaming started. Quickly drawing my sword I saw what could only be described as a massive tentacle reaching out of the water to grab one of the Sea People's men by the throat before pulling him in.
A scream of 'Kraken' started to go up as the crew around me started grabbing their swords and shields as more and more tentacles started to rise out of the water, striking at those unfortunate enough not to have found cover or a weapon. One of the tentacles reached for me and I simply slashed it up, cutting it in half. One half quickly withdrew into the water while another tentacle came whipping out the water towards me. I simply grabbed it and slashed the end off, preventing it from withdrawing completely unscathed. This was a losing fight as I had no idea how many tentacles could come out and, as I fought each one that did, another one would sneak around me and get a member of the crew to be pulled beneath the waves. Having very few options I reached for one of my spears I brought along, already engraved with a piercing spell, and hoped I could hit the beast from up here.
I moved to the edge of the boat and looked down in the water, charging the spear and waiting for the creature to make a move, when a tentacle wrapped around my leg from behind. I had made a mistake and I paid for it by getting smashed face-first into the side of the ship as I was pulled backwards, only barely managing to hold on to the spear as I was pulled beneath the freezing cold water. Looking up I could just barely make out the boat in the sun as I was pulled deeper and deeper, I thought I even saw Geri looking down into the water after me.
But even that soon faded from view as the darkness around me grew heavier. I had never had the opportunity to test how long I could hold my breath. Water being as cold as it was on the planet, it was best to not even get a little bit soaked so dunking deep was not something I had been interested in trying. But today I would have to learn how long I could hold my breath as I held on to the spear and was dragged deeper and deeper, my eyes slowly adjusting to the darkness.
One good thing about being dragged this deep, and that was the only good thing, was I could finally see the beast. It was a massive monster the size of a skyscraper, with hundreds of tentacles. It was a strange pale coloration with a purple carapace-like armor around the core of the beast. As I watched tentacles were pulling down the remnants of the crew into the gaping maw of sharp almost metallic-looking things that made up its mouth. Which I took as a sign that this was not related to anything from Earth as, if my memory served, octopuses had beaks. Or was it squids? I was not a biologist so I had no idea for sure. All I knew is the piercing spell wasn't going to do much and I was drawing closer and closer to the gaping Maw, the sharp teeth of the beast glowing with a strange blue light. I had a few moments before I joined the slowly growing number of bodies going down its gullet so I pulled my knife from the scabbard and quickly started to engrave an explosive spell on the end of the spear. It was my best chance of survival. Frankly I knew that explosions were not great for people underwater but I also knew that my chances were already pretty close to zero of even surviving this. I'd need some help to manage to kill it, so risks needed to be taken.
Finishing the engraving I tossed the knife downwards in a futile attempt to cut the beast's tentacle, quickly realizing that it wouldn't work since the water slowed the knife too much. I then took a gamble with my spear and decided I needed to get close as possible to make sure this worked. Too close, probably.
At the last possible moment, I chucked the explosive spear into the gullet and kissed my ass goodbye. A moment later there was a massive boom as the spear exploded inside the creature's mouth-analog. The shockwave loosened the hold of the creature's tentacle on my ankle and I was able to get free. I was not able to celebrate that as shrapnel from the beast's mouth had been sent upwards into my side.
Intense pain and cold took me by surprise and I started to lose a bit of consciousness.
Captain of the Sea People's ship, Sigegar Atlisson
"I'm so dead," I muttered as I walked along the end of my ship, looking at what was left of my crew after the Kraken had raided us.
This was not supposed to go the way it had, we were supposed to make a simple easy trip from the main continent to Big Rock so the daughter of the king of Russ could negotiate for us as an impartial third party.
Instead, the daughter of the king of Russ was now dead. I was here, with the Kraken deep below my feet somewhere, and I was going to have to explain this to the king of Russ at some point. I was going to be fed to the wolves. Hell, I might not even make it back. Looking at the wolf staring at me from the edge of the boat… It looked rather angry and ready to have a meal right now.
Maybe they could push the dog off before it got any ideas? No, that wouldn't work. The creature was probably too fast and too strong for that. I just needed to think and think hard about how he was going to get out of this…. Nope, I had no idea! Maybe the Kraken would come back up and finish me off? At least then it would be a quick death, because I was sure the king of Russ would make it less than quick for a failure such as this. I literally got the Golden Goose killed, there was no hope for my survival. I should just jump off the edge of the boat now.
Walking to the edge of my boat I looked down into the water, thinking deeply about how long it would take me to die. The shock of the cold would probably kill me long before I drowned, but even if I didn't I'm pretty sure I'd be out from the cold long before I started the process of drowning. Then I saw something blue glowing in the water, moving fast up to the surface. Was the beast returning? Well if it would make my choices a lot easier and it would solve a lot of my tribe's problems since they could blame it all on me and thus save the trade situation between the Russ and them.
Stepping back I closed my eyes and waited for the tentacle to grab me. A moment later I heard a splash of something breaking the water surface and a bump as something grabbed onto the side of the boat, followed by heavy breathing.
"Good captain, mind giving me a hand here?" Came a familiar voice from in front of me, one that I would have sworn I would never hear again just a few moments ago. Opening my eyes I confirmed it. There was Tanya, long hair frazzled but somehow still alive even though she was covered in freezing water. A bit shocked I moved quickly to her side, calling for the others to help me pull her in. With some effort, I and two of the strongest men on the boat were able to help her in from the side. She laid against the edge of the hull, breathing and trying to recover from what looked like a very near thing.
"Lady Russ?" I said, standing by her. "Are you all right?"
"Fine," she coughed. "Never better, just went for a little fishing trip." Her wolf came over quickly and began to lick her face, trying to warm her up as she breathed slowly. "I just needed to have a little bit of a conversation with the beast below. After I determined he wasn't worthy prey he swam away in a bit of fear. Oh, and I got a parting gift from him."
Reaching down to her side, which had been covered by the cape, I heard the terrible sound of something being pulled from flesh. Pulling out from underneath her cloak she revealed a blood covered three-foot long kraken fang. The metal thing glowed with a strange blue light, showing the purity of the material. As I watched some of the blood on it froze solid, a byproduct of this particular kind of metal since it often ran colder than the conditions around it.
"Gentlemen, could you give me some bandages and a lot of alcohol? Oh, and thread! Lots and lots of thread." Lady Russ said as she moved around in some pain. Going by the size of the tooth alone she probably had a massive hole in her side, though considering that anything the thing touched would freeze… It most likely was not bleeding as profusely as it would have just based on size.
"Yes! Go get her what she needs!" I ordered the crew before turning back to Lady Russ and pleading "Do you need anything else? And what should I do with this?" I added, pointing to the metal thing. "I'll be honest that thing is worth quite a bit of money, there always is a market amongst blacksmiths for that material as they're always trying to find ways to actually forge it. There have been some half-hearted attempts and a few have had some success but never fully, they have never created a blade that used that material to its fullest."
"Store it in my gear, I'll deal with it when I get to somewhere safe. Thank you." She said, matter of factly pointing to where her stuff had been for most of the trip. I kneeled, picking up the Kraken fang and, walking over there, slid it into her backpack. Turning back I saw several of the Shield Maidens of my tribe coming over to help her and doing their best to give her privacy as they got to work closing her wounds.
Tanya Russ
After recovering from the Kraken attack, the negotiations were somewhat successful. It would seem being a person who could frighten off the beast of the sea gave me a lot of prestige amongst all factions of the Sea People.
And, being as that may, it was not hard at all to negotiate a treaty that would separate the island neatly in half between those allied to the Russ and those who weren't. All I had to do was confirm that they could engage in trade with us and we would be willing to take any materials that they were willing to trade.
Once that was confirmed all that was left was a little bit of charting the island and coming up with a parting line everyone would accept, at least for this Great Year and maybe the next two. With contract stipulations to revisit it every 3 Great Years, so that if one side of the island became less livable due to the Seasons of Fire it could be adjusted as needed.
With luck it would bring a lasting peace and with that I was able to depart and head home, hopefully not to see another sea monster until I had a ship that could actually fight the damn things. The one that nearly killed me had gone away. I was sure that it had probably been severely wounded by the explosion but it definitely swam away under its own ability. It disturbed me quite a bit because I had not yet met a creature that could survive when I had set my mind to dealing with it. Leaving something around that can kill you is not a good way to maintain life, even if it was a creature that lived under the sea. Who was to say it only lived under said sea? Maybe it only chose that as the easiest way of movement, what is to say it couldn't come up on the land and come after me? That's why I didn't like when things got away.
That was something I would deal with another time, for now I simply worried about getting home and seeing the port town of Tanyaville again. Unfortunately, as our ship came into that port, I realized something was wrong. There was a Black banner hanging at half-mast over the dockyards, which signified someone important had passed. And as the ship came to a stop at the dock and I stepped onto it I immediately had the answer of who had passed as the local mayor came up and said "Lady Russ, I'm afraid I bring terrible news of your father."
Writers notes
So here how I'm thinking I'll do the time skip chapters, brief mention of events to cover the time, as well as one story from time period. Which let me tell you I wanted to stop what I was doing and go back and write out the sea people war, but i held back because ah she going to win it only matter time. So I will leave that to omake writers those who want take stable writing that story or creating content for her to gotten up to during that ten-year break.
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