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— for @captain-morra · vickons chambers aboard the storms howl, sunspear docks.
— “ ‘NO SIGHTINGS AS OF YET. RENDALF.’ ” HE READ THE SCROLL OUT LOUD, written from one of his own men, rendalf, who had followed the coast to lemonwood in search of the lifeboat or the missing red-haired man. he crumpled the paper in his fist with a tense sound just pushed through his clenched teeth, jaw tensed and visible veins pushing up against the skin of his neck and exposed forearms. “this is taking too long,” his clenched fist slammed loudly against the wood of the windowsill, voice raising to a YELL at the last words of his statement. he took several deep, audible breaths before continuing on at his usual measured, imperceptibly reasonable tone; “with repairs to begin soon to the tide i expect now the full inventory has been taken… all i know thus far is no additional bodies were found, only one lifeboat is missing and that our initial thoughts that the hull had not been breached were correct.” he turned himself back to his half-sister, paperwork laid overlapping across his rectangle table that was bolted to the deck beneath it, “what have you found… or not found? what do you think harras took with him —” he sat down opposite her with a grim expression clouding his angry eyes, “— or what do we think the religious zealots may have taken before the fire was set? from all my speaking with your crew and those present that knew red harras, he never once spoke of the seven.”
this was a rare moment indeed, seeing her brother so angry like this. justly so after their hunt for one man had turned up empty over and over and over again. how many places on this hot desert could one sailor hide? his time was ticking down, it had to be. "i have never heard harras mention the seven once except maybe in a joke. besides that he always seemed like a follower of the drowned." well shit. he was not going to like this news at all. and given how angry he already was, she wondered how well he was going to take the news. after finding the document gone, morra herself had thrown her glass clear across the room. a pit in her stomach grew more and more as vickon turned towards her to ask. hiding it from him would be stupid, and traitorous. he was not just her family, but her captain. he needed to know. "brother...i have taken an inventory and i have found one thing missing. a document....the document detailed out our fleet numbers." fucking hell, this was the last thing she wanted to be telling him. anger seeping into each word she spoke as something like this could be so easily stolen. "that paperwork had been hidden away carefully, and none of the other crew members knew where i had hidden it." she told him. "my room was torn apart completely. destroyed almost everything in there in a clear search for those documents. if harras didn't steal them himself, he must have stood by and watched them do it."
