Wandering Sickness
“The kell are a queer folk, even more than most imagine. Walk ashore in Saltfork, or push through the rivers to Raleo’s market, and the innkeeps and peddling men will treat even a sailor with kindness. In their villages and kin-streets, they put themselves together like family. I’ve known kellac crews that’d risk the whole ship for the sake of their lowest cabin boy. Show them the same kindness, and even a stranger can be kin for a day.
But when one of them wanders away, something goes wrong with their hearts. Wandering Sickness, they call it. Rogues, madmen, revolutionaries, all of them. I’ve had a few in my company, and all of them had a tiger’s eyes. You’d watch their claws or the twitches in their ears, knowing how fast they could maul a man.
I heard say once, that when a Kell runs from home death makes ready two seats at his table.“
-John Littleborn, Words of an Old Corsair (1934, Presse Libre de Stryx)














