Defenders of the Faith : Ruby & Fane
The small craft sped across the chopping waves in silence; not even the constant rumble of the engine disturbed the relative tranquillity that came on the short journey crossing from Springs to Grizzle Island. Headlights beamed the way as the captain of the small boat navigated the rocky outcrops with a practise that only came from years sailing these waters, expertly avoiding and venturing towards the dock on the mysterious island that for so much of the year was shrouded in fog.
Fane stood at the prow of the boat, one hand pressed to the railing unmoved by the undulations of the craft cutting through the waves his mind awash with the potential that lay ahead. A new discovery perhaps? Who knew. But if it ultimately meant making Soapberry safe once more and strengthening its borders then Fane was happy to lend himself to the cause. When he’d left the day had been bright and sunny but fogs rolled in swift and unprecedented around these parts and he could all but sense the disquieted state of the man at the helm of the boat who by the time Fane stepped off; hauling his backpack up and onto his shoulder had practically turned tail and sailed away ASAP muttering something about making it back before the fogs stole him.
Rubbing his hand through the dark ebony mess that was his hair Fane studied the gradually shrinking boat that soon vanished in the thick fog that had all but swallowed the island. “Guess I’m stuck here now,” he murmured to no one in particular before turning and starting along the walkway, hopping off onto the beach and pulling out the map along with a small compass (signal was always dodgy out here on mobiles he’d found) Fane set off along the beach in the direction of the cove picked out from the research he’d conducted. It was whilst kicking up a little splash in the white-licked surf that Fane noticed a figure ahead, unable to make them out in the fog he narrowed his eyes “hello?” he called out to alert them of his presence, “you alright there?”