Starry Seas (for windwokencourage)
“This seems kinda fishy.”
[Was that a pun, Captain?]
“No. There aren’t any fish in this ocean, anyway.”
The Falcon Flyer was currently parked about thirty feet under the surface of the Great Sea. It remained static, its space-travel-intended gyroscopic stabilizer more than enough to hold steady against the towing undercurrent of the water.
“I’m just not sure about this. The bounty was to save a legendary pirate, because one of his descendants is a bigshot hero in our time but some kind of temporal distortion cuts him short in his teenage years before he can have a kid.”
[Yes, we’ve gone over that.]
“I’ve seen what passes for ‘pirates’ in these waters. Ain’t anything ‘pirate-y’ about ‘em. Hell, they’re mostly kids. I’m just not sure who I’m supposed to be looking for, since the guy we’re supposed to save is some kind of badass warrior type. I’m not exactly expecting him to be fourteen or so--”
[Ship detected on scanners. Flying a sail detailed with the wind, and caught in a storm. It’s only a one-man ship, but it matches the description given -- a red lion’s head at the front. They’re currently caught in a bad storm, Captain.]
“That must be our man. Let’s go bail him out, eh?”
And so, the Flyer began to slowly approach the King of Red Lions through the rough waters. It was necessary to take it slow, as the water would be too rough on the hull otherwise.
[Two miles and closing.]
