To avoid another celebration, this time celebrating the fact that the Murking Tribe had their very first dragon partnered with their chief, Dagur ordered his crew to get ready to set sail. Iris spoke to Stjern until the last possible moment only for the two to linger by the walk board still talking. Finally Dagur went down to retrieve her.
"I'm sorry to interrupt but unless we want to spend another day here I'll need to take my future wife," he said, sliding an arm around Iris' waist.
"You could leave her here until it's time for the wedding," Stjern said with a laugh.
"No thank you," he drawled.
"I'll talk to you again soon," Iris promised.
"I'll hold you to it. Those wedding invites better be coming soon!"
Dagur just waved as he led Iris up the gangplank. The moment he stepped onto the ship with her his crew pulled it in. The sails lifted into position, ready to be dropped once they reached open sea. For now they used oars to row the ship out of the docks and away from the shore. Jagur roared at the Scauldron, who roared back. He had become fast friends with the sea dragon in the short time they lingered to load the ship and prepare to leave.
Once in the open sea the sails opened. The wind snapped them out and carried them along. The crew moved about, getting things settled for the rest of the trip. Some of the crew already went below deck to get rest for their night shift.
"I'm ready to go back to bed," Dagur yawned. He rested his head on Iris' shoulder. She smelled amazing even after being at sea for over ten days. "I can't can I?"
"I'll stay up here with you," Iris said. He sighed as she rubbed her hand against his cheek. "Soon we'll be home. I've missed it."
"Do you think of it as home now?" he asked. He leaned against the ship railing and pulled her closer to him.
"I do," she answered. "I love your people, seeing them succeed and do their best and grow. I want to keep seeing them get better and stronger. With you of course."
"I'm glad." He placed a kiss on her forehead before resting his forehead against hers. "Otherwise I would have had to figure out how to make you feel at home." She laughed, scrunching her nose at him. That was a sight he'd never get tired of. "Are you excited? To get married?"
"I am but I'm also nervous." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Its just, what if I suck at being a wife? Suck at being your chieftess?"
"Given everything you've done lately I don't think you have to worry about the chieftess part. You've been acting like a wife since I first saw you anyways. You'll be fine. Besides, I'll be there, as your husband." She blushed. "What?"
"I dunno. I just feel, happy, when you say that."
"What husband?" Her face got even redder. "Huuuuussssband."
"Stop it." She pushed away from him with a laugh.
He was about to grab her again when one of his crew called for him. With a sigh he headed over. It was a minute problem, just a random barrel where it wasn't supposed to be, but his crewman was understandably suspicious. Dagur kicked it, listening as whatever was inside sloshed around. Something caught his eye, a piece of paper tucked under the barrel.
Save some for me at the wedding
Fiske
Dagur grinned. Now he knew what it was. He ordered the man to take another crewman and haul it below deck. Carefully. It was the mead he and Fiske had been drinking just last night, the Murker chief's private brew.
He looked around but didn't see Iris. Asking one of the crew, he was told she headed below deck. He headed down himself, making his way to their quarters.
The door had been fixed somewhat, it closed at least. It creaked horribly when it opened though. The noise made him wince but didn't bother Iris, who was inside fast asleep on the bed. Dagur chuckled, tugging off her boots and lifting her legs to put them on the bed. He eyed her for a moment. With a shrug he took off his boots and plopped on the bed. Just a little nap. He couldn't resist his sleeping love. She had the right idea.
