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The ship’s heavy lurch hurtled Zyn’s bowl into his chest as he struggled in
vain to try and keep it steady, spilling its sloppy contents all over his shirt
and pants. Zyn stared at the soggy mess that were his clothes and uttered a
profanity before setting the bowl aside and trying to wipe it all off. Of
course, this failed miserably, for as much as the “soup” was gunky bland slop
instead of actual soup, it seemed to soak his clothes just as well as if it
were water. Zyn let out a belated, exasperated sigh, sat sulking for a moment,
then chucked the bowl across the room.
Damn amateurs! He [i]knew[/i] that the sailors he and Lorian had decided to
seek passage back north with were sloppy. He [i]knew[/i] that they were
captained by a third rate reject who spent his time picking his nose rather
than doing useful things like, perhaps, not running headlong into storm fronts
that’d toss them deeper and deeper into the middle of the ocean!
Cursing, Zyn stood up and headed to the deck to find Lorian. Perhaps it was
to say “I told you so” or something along those lines, maybe it was to just
grumble about the food, maybe to complain about how Eli had decided he hated
them all! On the dark, storm swept deck, he saw a short round man whom he had
earlier learned was a mage standing by the starboard edge, presumably hurling
his guts into the ocean. Zyn tried as he might but couldn’t remember the
mage’s name, who leaned over and held his head out, but he did so as the whole
ship tilted right, dipping him down and seeming to threaten to toss him
overboard. This was averted when another lurch of the ship accompanied by a
massive wave of water knocked them both back sending Zyn sprawling to the deck.
Now, this trip had just, in addition
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