9th of Spring, 514, At approximate sunrise.
Faith. The Svefra had realized that his attachment to Laviku, the Lord of the Seas and those that dwelled within, was fading. It was clouded by his grief, punished by his despair, weakened by the fact that Laviku had, seemingly, forsaken him. The Pod was decimated upon his oceans, their blood joined with his, dispersed in the coming and goings of the tide. Though the wreckage of the Waverunner's Fist could no longer be seen, Tydus was haunted by its aftermath.
Nightmares plagued at his psyche, his love for the sea even compromised by it. He could never part with his attachment for the water and the life of a sailor, but his love for the God had been compromised, and it showed in the meager sacrifices he had offered to him. Sacrifices of his own fish were akin to giving a man his own flesh and calling it a meal. It was spitting in the eye of his provider and Tydus realized what must be done in order to remedy his connection to the God.
Tydus had cast off just chimes ago, the ship turned towards the sea, the sailor's hands pressed to the wheel of his casinor, turning it and with it, the ropes linked to the back sail. The boom cast to port side, the ship slowly turning with it. The sailor kept careful watch of the sails, noting that the front sail was not taut, and as a result, the ship slowed. But, it worked to his advantage, for the Svefra was close enough to his destination to swim if the need rose.
Still, a frown layered the Svefra's features, his neglect for his ship frustrating him to no end as the realization struck that had the winds been fiercer, he'd be left without a front sail and in effect, stuck at sea, close to shore. The issue was not the distance, but his casinor was his treasure now that he had taken it from the hands of a bastard that did not deserve it.
But, do I? Do I offer the respect for the winds and seas that merit the having of a vessel to call my own?
The question troubled him, frustrated him, grieved him. He didn't know the answer, and he sought distraction from that realization. He moved from the wheel, pulling up the lever that kept the wheel in place. The Svefra then moved to the side of the vessel, dragging with him the heavy anchor. He heaved it forward, his face red with the exertion as he spread his legs into a fixed posture, knees bent as he hoisted the anchor over the side of the ship, tying the anchor's rope to several metallic loops upon the gunwale and securing the ship.
The sails struggled against the anchor, the casinor struggling to move forward to little avail, but the Svefra waited patiently. After a chime, the winds died down, moved to a different portion of the sea, allowing the Svefra to fully untie the loose knots that 'secured' the sails in their raised state. The Svefra began to lower the sails, a breath filling his lungs with the sea's saltine air just before he secured the sails to the mast again, keeping them in their rightful position for anchoring.
The Svefra felt that the best place to bond with his God was upon his waters. Not on the shores like his Lia had with the acquisition of her pardisa and now Tavan. Not like the Akalaks of Riverfall who had built the God's Tower within their city rather than on the the oceans itself. And most of all, it was a way to separate himself from them all. He sought out total solitude that only the ocean provided. All that the Svefra desired was communion with his God, the company of his suffering Tavan, and the companionship of those creatures that were not willing to devour him entirely.
The Tempest removed his tunic, throwing it onto the deck of his casinor. Next was his sash, the cutlass that belonged to Lia Tatianna falling to the floor as well before he removed his breeches. Following with his sandals and gloves, the entirety of his adornments rested upon the casinor, the clang alerting the penguin Tavan to the Svefra's movements. A fluttering took place within the quarters of the ship, and the penguin followed just as Tydus climbed onto the ship's bulwark, his weight causing the ship to tip in the tides, but he maintained his balance for just long enough to jump off the deck and into the sea.
The penguin joined the Svefra after several moments, waddling forward and tipping over the gunwale to follow its Svefra companion into Laviku's blood.
Just as the Svefra tipped into the sea, Syna could be seen coming over the eastern cloud cover, rays of her light spilling onto the world as Leth retreated into obscurity in the west.
