Completed The Falcon's Ship (Ricky Maze)

[Seran]

Timestamp: 90th of Summer, 514 AV 6th Bell Seran yawned, his groggy form shuffling down towards the Shipyard of Zeltiva. Of all the places he'd visited the past season, there had been only one locale he'd not frequented after moving up in the mountains. The Shipyard. A place of ceaseless work and productivity, always moving and constantly noisy with the sounds of shouted commands, tools banging away and the soft background of waves lapping against the coast. The smells of salt and fish were as good a scent to wake him as any other, and he straightened noticeably as he kept walking. As Seran walked, a particular ship caught his eye. It was almost complete and made of a beautiful cedar wood. The mast of the watercraft was topped by a brilliant green sail that fluttered gently in the morning breeze. In fact, to call it a ship was almost an exaggeration, for the boat was only just bigger than Sol. The boat would surely capsize if the horse were to enter it. It seemed to be best for no more than two or three sailors at most. That it was still in the Shipyard, meant it was incomplete but to Seran it seemed to only just be unfinished, with very few jobs left to do to make it seaworthy. And yet strangely, not a workman was in sight of the boat. Part of him whispered of how he could just take a look at it, and then be gone. Seran knew that part of him well. It was also coincidently the part of him that had moved him to try and climb atop his house as a child. That was the day he broke his wrist. Of course, it was also the day I learned to fly... He shook his head, No I can't do it, I won't. It's...illegal. He ran a hand along the prow's smooth wood and more and more of him began to wonder if the boat was just waiting to be moved. Before Seran could stop himself, he'd climbed aboard the vessel. Curiosity overwhelming common sense, the Kelvic pranced about like a youth who'd just found a new secret place to run around in. He peeked over the starboard side, as well as port and saw no identifying marks to show what she was named. A shiver ran down his spine and an idea popped into Seran's head. "Her name should be 'Flyleaf!'" He exclaimed, thinking of the vibrant green sail. As humble a sailboat as it was, Seran had already fallen in love with it. He sat back heavily by the tiller and sighed, knowing he'd need to leave it but not wanting to go. Seran felt a tipping sensation, very slowly but then faster. Uh oh. Twisting in place, the frightened Kelvic saw that his weight had unbalanced the scaffolding on which rested Flyleaf. With a creaking groan, the flimsy wood gave way and broke apart. Seran was flung to the deck and felt the whole boat fall. A great splash of water soaked his back and he felt the rocking of waves. Uh oh! Getting to his feet, Seran saw that Flyleaf had fallen from her scaffolding off the pier and into the water. Her momentum was carrying him out and away from the dock faster and faster. To Seran's dismay, he could see and hear the lively complaints of workmen who'd come running at the sound of breaking wood. For only a tick or two, Seran thought he could shift and fly away from the angry craftsmen but then he dashed the thought from his mind. It had been he who'd acted so recklessly and it had been he who'd landed Flyleaf in this mess. By his honour as the son of Edward Sully, Seran swore he'd sail Flyleaf safely back to shore, regardless of the consequences.

[Ricky Maze]

Today his patrols were to take place nearby the shipyards, which wasn't really all that great on Ricky's part. The yards themselves of course were part of the Sailor's Guild no less, therefore it was the duty of the Wave Guard to try and keep the peace however possible. Not that anything seriously bad could happen here where they built all our finest ships, but alas it came to be a good idea to station a guard where they could at least patrol the area while staying out of all the shipwrights way. Building the reputable ships that Mizahar has ever known required a lot of work and effort on their part, so it was generally a good idea to do your part of the job while staying out of the way of theirs.

T'ankfully Oi dun gotta be 'ere fer too long. He reminded himself as he recalled that today was one of the shorter shifts he had, he quite loved getting those as they allowed him more free time to accomplish whatever he wanted. Whether it was training, spending time with Telion and Martin, or just kill the spare amount of time he had doing whatever he felt like... which most of the time was generally nothing. A large bang sounded off in the distance and soon after the foul mouthed questioning of shipwrights soon followed, which was enough to spark an interest out of Ricky all the same. De petch is goin on? Somet'in fell? He knew good and well he would have to show up, to look the part of some authoritative figure there to uphold the law. He sighed as he wished he didn't have to get involved, but it wouldn't do to let all the sailors and shipwrights here get riled up and beat each other down, or tear apart whoever may have accidentally damaged their property.

Eventually the large fisherman made his way to where the source of the racket was, the sounds of bitter and angry men louder and louder as he was close to where they were. "You little shyke bag!" Was one of first few things, and then the rest flooded him as the waves do the shore.

"Bastard stole the dinghy!"

"Petchin vagik's gone out to sea wit' it!"

"Somebody git out there 'fore he's gone!"

All this plus more shouting between men unfolded and Ricky soon found that his overwhelmed sense of hearing wasn't going to be of much use, instead it was better to simply look and see what everyone had been cursing about in this unnecessary commotion. It was then everything looked to be quite clear, as his eyes fell upon the boat that started to drift further away from shore. Aw, shyke! Were the words that ran through Ricky's mind, but that wasn't the only thing that decided to run today. Upon sight of the green sail and the boat his body immediately took action, his feet already quick in motion as he dashed past the crowd of angry workers and went for the shore. When the water started to envelop his feet he didn't let that slow him down, as he continued to pull his legs up to clear as much space between him and the boat as possible.

Unfortunately for him he wasn't going to find much land under his feet very long, which is why he was thankful his childhood years was spent swimming in the waters of Zeltiva so much. Ignoring the fact that his entire uniform was going to be drenched Ricky continued without hesitance, his feet kicked hard as he would at first paddle out into the deeper reaches of the water, and then finally start in with the hard strokes of the arm to help propel him out towards the dinghy. Dis vagik better t'ank me fer dis! He thought as he continued to push forward with all his might, his energy already started to dwindle some from both the running and the beginning of the swimming. He was half way there though, and he couldn't let the boat nor its unintended passenger get away from him.

[Seran]

Seran saw a muscular form donned in the unmistakeable blue hues of a Wave Guard dive into the water. He knew from their infamous reputation that the sea posed no problem for Zeltiva's guardians which definitely concerned him. He felt beads of sweat gather on his forehead, and Seran had to nod to himself to make sure he wouldn't change his mind. He had to own up to his foolishness, of that, the Kelvic was certain. So he pressed on the tiller to turn towards shore. Wind buffeted Seran's hair and he felt a gale blow from the northwest into Flyleaf's sail. Damn. Try as Seran might, the sailboat began to float farther out and he had no choice but to pick up the oars. Rowing furiously for five chimes or more, eventually Flyleaf was sailing into the wind, her sail fluttering uneasily in the wind. As he rowed, Seran began to wonder what sort of horrid punishment could befall a boat thief. Here, in Zeltiva?!? Ha, I wouldn't be surprised if they lashed you to the boat you stole and rammed it into the coast! The man gulped and hoped for the best. He hadn't tried to flee, but maybe this approaching Wave Guard wouldn't see things his way. Trying to peek out over the prow, Seran saw that his pursuer had almost reached the boat. True to form, he seemed an excellent swimmer to be sure. Seran's father had taught him to swim, but it hadn't been the most beloved of his parent's lessons. Frankly, Seran had understood why so many sailors didn't know how to swim. Surely the Wave Guard was abreast with Flyleaf now and it was all Seran could do not to shift and escape. Trying his best to put on a brave face, Seran called out. "I'm terribly sorry about this, come on up!" Carefully, he hefted an oar over the side to use as a brace when the Guard climbed in. While he held the oar out, his eyes drifted to his sword. It was both fortunate and unfortunate that he'd brought it with him, but one thing was certain to the falcon. I sure as shkye won't give it up as easily as I did last time! This train of thought led to him remembering his preparations. His trip to Wind Reach! All of his supplies were ready and he was supposed to set off in two days! Landing a spot in prison would certainly not allow him to leave for Kalea, let alone live a normal life! He whispered a prayer to Laviku and watched warily as he waited for the Wave Guard to climb aboard Flyleaf.

[Ricky Maze]

oocSorry to keep you waiting, I should be on top of replying now so no more delays in posting will occur. ^.^

He kept his kicks alternated as each stroke he made with his arm pulled him forward through the ocean, the feeling of water awakened his senses in a vibrant manner as he felt in his element, engaged in the natural environment that was part of his childhood as waves and bubbles rushed past his skin. Each time he felt himself sink for a moment he used the moment he built to his advantage, allowed the air he would breath in to release for a moment as he would move in for another stroke of the arm to travel further across the surface of the water. He certainly wasn't the greatest swimmer but he'd definitely gotten a bit of practice when he was young, which probably benefited his ability to swim now seeing as how he was almost at the boat the stowaway managed to make off with.

Then again the little figure did try his best to work the sails and use the oars, but by the looks of it all his attempts hadn't really paid off. He definitely managed to delay the inevitable but only for a time, thankfully that delay is what allowed Ricky to catch up with the boat in time as he reached for the oar that was positioned overboard for the fisherman to grasp. He was about damn near exhausted from the sudden work out, luckily for him he was covered in the cool water rather than heated sweat. Even so his body didn't easily allow such a state of refreshment last, as he felt the warmth of his blood rise when he started to come to a halt for the oar. "Stay back laddie, don't wanna pull ya in wit' me." Ricky instructed as he grasped the oar with both hands, he intended to use it as a prop to pull him up, and then leverage himself over on board so he wouldn't tip the boat over in general.

It was certainly a decent size and could sit two to four sailors, but that heavily depended on how big those sailors were too. Ricky being on the large side, and somewhat heavy, he definitely didn't want to make matters worse then they already were. Hence when he started to pull himself up, his arms shook erratically as the whole wood seemed to creak with the extra weight. No go. He remained in the water for a moment, cursing as he looked around to try and figure something out. He had too much weight on, too many layers that were wet enough to add a pull on his body when he would try to get out of the water. First he had to reduce the weight, and given that his trusty sword was in salt water, that was definitely the first that needed to be out and dried. "Shyke... here, take dis." He issued as he unfastened the scabbard from his belt, he held it up for the boy to take, as he was rather urgent about getting in the boat.

"Take it out de scabbard an' dry it off with some kind o' cloth! Make sure no water is on de blade." He instructed as he started to unbutton the jacket to his uniform, when that was finally done and he could slip it off he tossed it onto the boat in turn, and attempted to pull himself over a second time. Better. The wood creaked a little less under his weight and the balance of the boat didn't seem to give way so easily, thus the only real struggle was with Ricky using his upper strength to haul the rest of himself onto the boat. That took what felt like chimes worth of time to Ricky, but thankfully it wasn't actually very long at all. He was definitely well exercised for the day, given that he just ran, swam, and pulled his entire weight onto a boat all in one go. Wait 'til de wife hears 'bout dis. He mused as he panted to catch his breath, his eyes locked on the sky as he watched how the green sail flattered about in the wind.

The motions and the jerking of the fabric, the position in which the sail caught the most wind, with its most vibrantly green hues no less. Winds 're Northeastward t'day, more or less northern t'ough. He thought to himself as he leaned upward, at first he looked at the boy in front of him, but his eyes were more focused on the shore which looked to be southward for them. Northern winds ain't gonna lead us any closer, we gotta secure de sail if we wanna row back safely t' shore. He concluded as he turned around to observe the the water then, the tides rose a bit higher now compared to earlier when he first started the swim. They were headed into deeper waters now...

"Shyke shyke shyke...." He muttered as he tried to figure out some sort of plan that would work, given that they were literally going to be fighting against the ocean if they tried using just the oars. Now he definitely wished he remembered the days he sailed with his dad, they were certainly something he needed to recall now given that they were in a situation that needed it. Yet they never used the boats much anyways when it came to fishing, and considering Ricky never went sailing without good reason he hadn't really "sailed" any sort of boat on his own in.... ten years? Maybe even longer? He cursed himself further, and regretted that he'd taken to forget the lessons he was given on sailing these types of ships. "Okay," He finally said as he turned back to face the young man in the boat, "First we gotta close de sails, get 'em secure so we don't 'ave any wind pullin' us furt'er out." He pointed out as was part one of his plan, the easy part no less seeing as how they just had to.... well.... shyke. What did they have to do?

He looked at the frame works and followed the ropes, until his eyes seemed to find the one that was attached to the mast itself. Was this where the sail folded? Did he need to loosen it or pull it to fold it in? He didn't know. "Know anyt'in bout sailin' mate?" He inquired as he inspected the rope further, rather leery about undoing the knot with such uncertainty. At this point Ricky was going to make a gamble out of it, but a gamble at this point was all that they could afford. He just wanted to check and see if this boy knew anything before such a bet was made, in the effort they were to just make matters worse.

[Seran]

Seran tried to peek over the port side when a gruff voice instructed him to stay back for fear of tipping the boat. He grunted, held the oar in place and waited. A tense chime passed before the same gruff voice commanded, "Shyke...here, take dis." Seran inched closer to grab, the man's sword! The memory of what occurs when freely giving one's sword to a stranger was still fresh in his mind. "You should be grateful I'm a fairly compliant fellow." He muttered and took the sword. It was a long sword, similar but just different enough from Seran's own short sword to feel alien in his hands. Nevertheless, he'd dealt with blades and water a couple times before and knew the drill. He let the guard believe he was advising him and called "Aye," to reassure the man that he'd been heard. And saying so, Seran gently brushed the scabbard against the taut green sail of the boat. Once he was certain that the scabbard was dry, Seran unsheathed the blade and felt his own form of relief for the Wave Guard. It was undamaged and the steel gleamed in the sunlight. A fine blade, and one I assume comes with rank in the Wave Guard? However he got it, this one will be glad to know that I am far less manipulative than Black. Or...am I? A mind-altering thought rippled in the Kelvic's head. He was after all, meant to gather useful information for the fellow Kelvic. Is that really the kind of thing I can do? Would father...? Seran shook his head and decided he'd wait and see what happens. He sheathed the sword once more and set it aside. A wet slap marked the landing of the Wave Guard's blue jacket hitting the deck and Seran grinned cheekily. Mayhaps he's trying to lighten his load? Upon closer inspection though he noticed that the jacket did seem quite heavy with water. Seran then realized that the Wave Guard had swam all this way in complete uniform. He couldn't help but admire the dedication and effort that such a task would take. Even with such exertions behind him, it took the older man mere chimes to hoist himself up into the sailboat. The Wave Guard watched Flyleaf's sail flap in the wind and then he began to swear. Seran figured out why he'd been looking to the sail, and he stared across the bow to see the docks of Zeltiva growing gradually smaller. Suddenly, the Kelvic felt inclined to dirty the air himself. "Okay, first we gotta close de sails, get 'em secure so we don't 'ave any wind pullin' us furt'er out." Seran bobbed his head dutifully, A good plan. Here though, the Wave Guard seemed to hesitate looking at the rigging and seemingly unsure of what to do next. "Know anyt'in bout sailin' mate?" A bolt of lightning shot through Seran, figuratively of course. This is how I redeem myself, or at least I might not get chucked in jail like a common thief if I help him! The answer to Ricky's question was simple. A resounding yes, as Seran had been taught under his father's careful eye how to work a ship like his own legs! "Never mind the sail, I'll take care of it! You take the tiller and steer us twenty-two degrees left to the coast! We're going to tack our way back...sir!" In truth, Seran had only one qualm with this technique. It relied quite strongly on Flyleaf's keel being intact, and her recent fall might have damaged the keel quite severely. "Laviku, you'd better work with me here!" Seran cried, and he went to work on furiously drawing the sail in to the mast. The wind intensified and Seran grimaced at both the irony of this event and its consequence. He felt a tearing sensation on his wrist and heard the snap of a rope. "Petch!" He screamed, a current of pain and fear surging through him. Pain due to the new gash on his right wrist and fear because in this high wind, he'd have no chance of flying out of this mess. It's all or nothing! OOC : I love when I have to do research on how to sail a boat and then use it in writing because then I might actually be able to apply it in real life! Of course, that assumes that I'd even know how to draw a sail in! XD Cheers!

[Ricky Maze]

At the notion that the younger boy knew what he was doing Ricky decided to nod and pretend he understood most of the command, given that it was just a good significant turn to the left it shouldn't be too hard for him to time it long enough to reach to a stop. Twenty-two d'grees eh? Guess Oi should'a paid more attention as a boy. He mused as he took hold of the tiller and did as instructed, he pulled it closer towards him in an attempt to make it steer left, only to find that he wound up veering right instead. "Whoops... dammit!" He muttered as he pushed the tiller to the opposite side to correct his mistake, as the boat seemed to shift and slowly change direction though a sound caught Rick's ear as he knew right then... their luck had just increasingly grew worse.

The boy somehow managed to injure himself as Zulrav decided to tease them just a little, his winds a slight increase as they went from a soft breeze to a blanketing draft now. One that would pull them into the sea if something wasn't done soon. "Petch me life..." Ricky cursed as he started to dread the worse, the sudden horror that he might somehow end up reliving the fate of his father a motivator to cause him to react quicker. He did NOT want to go any farther out to sea than they already were, in fact he felt it a pretty good idea to get them to stop. Though roughly banking the ship to where the sail didn't catch wind helped their speed lessen, the water was still something to consider as it no doubt worked on pulling them further into the waters. This was a point where Ricky had to think on it, and on how he was to get the water to work with them to not just stop the boat... but in turn send them back to shore before he had to spend any longer in the open waters.

For some reason he couldn't help but dread being out this far, probably because he'd never really traveled so far out from shore like this, at least not in a small sized boat that seemed pretty determine to carry them away from home. "Okay," Ricky said as he moved over to the front starboard side where the boat seemed to still drift, "Here's de plan lad. Oi'm gonna see 'bout gettin' us t' shore wit' a different route. It'll be a rough ride t'ough so Oi want ya t' 'old on tight, or tie a lifeline t' yer self so ye won't fall overboard." He instructed as he too started to do the same, after Ricky made sure to use the spare rope in the midst of the ship and tie one end to the mast, he wrapped it around his waist once and did a tight knot on it as to avoid any chances of the rope slipping through the knot. Now it was all a matter of concentration as Ricky had to focus, not on what he was going to do but on how he was going to do it. One doesn't simply make waves respond to them out of sheer will after all, unless of course they had mastery control over such skill... in which this case Ricky did not.

But the important thing was he felt confident enough to do this! That and he was getting desperate to return to shore, given the fact his father was thought to have been lost at sea for over eight years. Ricky took a deep breath and focused on the water around the front end of the boat, his eyes slowly panned down the side that was towards the outer reaches of Mathew's Bay as he tried to pinpoint areas of influence, so that his idea might actually work better. "Oi'll warn ya 'bout dis so ya don't freak out laddie, Oi'm usin' Reimancy t' try and git us back t' shore. Hence de ride might git rough if Oi find it difficult t' control some areas o' water." As he said this he extended his arms out to where his hands hovered over the sides, Djed radiated within his center as he channeled its flow through the limbs and out through his palms. Royal blue ooze started to formulate into two spheres, spheres that grew to the size of oranges as he released a small amount of hold on them. They levitated around him slowly in one whole orbit before they reached a stopping point, each one nearby a shoulder as he looked back into the water.

He felt his control remain strong, unhindered even as it barely took the same effort as before. He'd learned well or so he guessed, given Aoren and several others had helped him along the way. Ricky couldn't deny though that he felt incredibly wonderful sensations within him, tantalizing urges to draw more power out had to be shaken off before he could continue with the goal set before him. Oi'll submerge de spheres just below de surface, He thought in silence, an' wit' attraction Oi can pull water up t' slow de boat an' den reverse us in our course. It sounded like a solid plan but he knew good and well it was flawed, for instance there was no way of knowing how well he would change and control their new course, and there was the question as to how long it would take as well; with the consideration on how much strain it would put on Ricky in his effort to pull it off.

The first part was up and Ricky merely brought a right index finger up as he continued to watch the surface of the water, when the spheres seemed to gravitate a little they in turn responded with the next gesture. Ricky curled his index finger as though he were pulling something down with it, and in turn the spheres flung into the water just below the surface as he focused on the "pull" that forced the abundant element to respond. When he felt enough attraction had worked he then turned his hand to where the palm faced up now, and raised it to bring up the spheres as they pulled an area of water up with them. He hoped that this water would be enough to suffice as it would slow and then stop their movement as he continued to hold them just before the front of the boat, and ground his teeth with no end as he felt the forces of nature wanting to work against him.

[Seran]

Seran felt the boat jerk to the right and looked back in alarm. "Shkye, man! Haven't you ever been in a boat before Wave Guard?" He exclaimed, more out of shock and the realization that he might not get back to shore than actual anger. Nevertheless, this guard was unshakeable, as he came forward and actually starting coming up with a new idea. "Here's de plan lad. Oi'm gonna see 'bout gettin' us t' shore wit' a different route. It'll be a rough ride t'ough so Oi want ya t' 'old on tight, or tie a lifeline t' yer self so ye won't fall overboard." Seran was completely baffled by this notion but did as he'd been told and tied himself to the mast, sending another prayer Laviku's way. The Kelvic had only just closed his eyes in fear of the worst when he heard the rough accent of his sailing companion once more. "Oi'll warn ya 'bout dis so ya don't freak out laddie, Oi'm usin' Reimancy t' try and git us back t' shore. Hence de ride might git rough if Oi find it difficult t' control some areas o' water." A reimancer! Is there no end to this man's surprises? Still, it reassured Seran that the man could control the water on which they sailed. It lent him a sense of security he would not otherwise have felt. The boat rocked on yet another of the growing number of waves and the guard's sword slid along the deck. Deftly, at least he thought so, Seran planted a boot on the scabbard and held it in place. A strained look back, revealed that ooze was coming from the guard and floating about him. Res, the term popped into his head, and he tried to recall where he'd heard it. Then it hit him, his father had once talked about his mother's line of work. One of the magical disciplines she'd been researching was Reimancy and his dad had mentioned res in the ensuing explanation. That at least, means he can use the magic. We'll see if it proves to be of any use. Turning back to face forward, Seran allowed himself a small shudder. The docks were a thin line and the town above it, mere finger sized splotches. He contemplated what would happen if he never went back. Chimes passed as he thought about it and after a while, a strangled sob escaped him. The only one who would miss him was Sol, his horse. The tears that ran down his cheeks mixed with sea spray and Seran blinked furiously. "No, I must get back. Father is still out there, I know it!" He whispered and then called back, louder. "Wave guard! My name is Seran, nice to have known you, however briefly! I don't suppose you could tell me how things are going on your end?" Seran heard metal rattling on wood, and he looked down. His knees were shaking.

[Ricky Maze]

"Heh," Ricky snickered as he somehow actually found amusement with the boy's reaction, "Actually its been a while. Haven't gone sailin' fer over a year." Though that was as a passenger, in truth he couldn't remember the last time he actually sailed as a sailor. He remembered his dad was there though, and then afterwards he seemed to be alone. But that was besides the point, as remembering the past wasn't necessarily helping them out of this mess. With the situation changed and Ricky needed for another route out of this, the plan to reverse their path ensued with him calling out his Res and attracting water in as large of a quantity as he could, just to stop the boat from continuing its venture out into the open.

It worked. But with the change of motion and the loss of momentum the boat felt like it dangled in air for a moment, until at last Ricky felt his equilibrium relapse into the same element he was in before. Water. That was the element that was everywhere, it surrounded him and it would swallow them whole, if he didn't do something to reverse the boat that is. "Wha?" The boy called to him with the introduction to follow with hopes of a name and a progress report, which made Ricky scoff as if the boy failed to realize the man had to concentrate. "Ricky. An' roi now we're just gettin' started, Oi need ya t' 'elp me out a bit more. Turn de boat 'round so 'er direction will take us t' de shipyard once more, while Oi use de water t' carry us back t' shore while Oi got enough Djed in me." He had to admit it felt odd to use the word; Djed. To say it made him feel so mystical, more knowledgeable of his magical art as he applied his skill.

But that wasn't what mattered right now, what mattered was keeping focus on the task at hand. While Ricky managed to keep the boat from traveling further out, he could still feel the stronger forces of nature wanting to test him, unwillingly cooperate as he tried to use the natural element to allow them to return back home. He continued to breathe steadily as he kept his arms held out before him, his hands bounced up and down slowly to mimic the motion of the waves as the water he attracted mimed the movements. While he couldn't see it happening he expected the change of the boats front to be made soon, so when he felt the boat finally shift and his balance was almost lost, he leaned in the opposite direction to hold his stance as he struggled to keep focus on the two spheres of Res. Too late.

He lost control and caught himself on the rail as the water below crashed, which hastened the boat as its turn grew sharper for just a moment. Though his breathing was now in pants he could see the city from where they were, the distance between them and the docks an intimidating sight to look upon in turn. He gulped as looked over his shoulder to the other side of the boat, where he pretty much needed to be if he wanted to get them moving back to the shore. T'ere's no way... No way Oi can manage t' push us all de way back. That much he knew was true, as his limits were well established long ago. He wasn't as tired now as he would've been before, but he already felt the strain begin to effect him along with a sumptuous desire to cast more. Yet there was no signs of Overgiving yet, no taste in his mouth nor any other symptoms he knew of. So he had to try, he had to try and push himself just a little harder so that they could get home.

"Roi, hold 'er steady while Oi push us!" He issued as he moved along to reach the other end of the boat. "Make sure ye keep 'er straight, de water's bound t' try an' t'row us off." He forewarned as he prepared himself for another round of water reimancy through attraction, he hoped to Laviku and Priskil that he would have enough in him to at least get them a little more closer to shore. If anything they would have to row back when he was no longer able to cast, but all that was dependent on how far he could push them to shore to begin with. He looked over his shoulders once, his blue eyes sharpened as his focus zoned on tapping into his Djed once more. "Ye ready laddie?!" He inquired with almost a brash tone, his hands brought up to hover over the water once more, as he waited to hear some form of a "yes" before he got started with the casting.

[Seran]

"Ricky, so that's your name. It's a damn good one if I say so myself." Seran said shakily, latching onto that one thought and hurling it into existence. Ricky needed him to turn the ship. Turn the ship. Right. His fingers worked at the slipknot he had used to lash himself to the mast and he freed himself. Moving to the tiller behind Ricky, pushed towards the port side and felt the boat turn more directly towards the docks. They're so far... No! Focus! Ricky however seemed to be flagging, his balance unsteady and he actually fell over. Nevertheless, the older man seemed determined and to Seran's admiration seemed unfazed by the distance from shore. He moved further away to the prow and seemed to ready himself. "Roi, hold 'er steady while Oi push us! Make sure ye keep 'er straight, de water's bound t' try an' t'row us off." Seran nodded, even though Ricky's attention was forward and he gripped the tiller with white knuckles. If there was one thing Flyleaf wouldn't do, it would be to veer off course. "Ye ready laddie?!" Ricky's strong voice called back, and Seran took a steadying breath. The Wave Guard had both arms outstretched and the Kelvic wondered at his ability to command the waters. As ready as I'll ever be, he thought. Seran wondered if his father had ever found himself in this situation, but he would have time to dwell on that later. "Damn right Ricky! Give 'er hell!" Seran replied to Ricky's question trying to speak like he did but he thought he sounded fake. He was about to correct himself when he stopped. Using Reimancy probably demands massive concentration, I should just shut my mouth. Instead, he thrust all of his energy into holding Flyleaf steady. The wind buffeted the sails, the waves rocked the vessel and the smells of salt and fish prickled his nose. I'm going to miss this, Seran realized with a shock, when I leave for Wind Reach. Sailing had been a passion of his as much as flying was and Zeltiva, he concluded, would always be his home. I'll come back. You can be damned sure of that, Seran thought. Looking up, the Kelvic was thrilled to see that the shoreline did seem closer but at what cost? He wondered what condition Ricky was in but didn't dare ask. He pulled the oars to himself and as he did so, caught sight of the Wave Guard's sword still lying by the mast. By reflex, he plucked that up too and propped it up by the tiller. Marking their course, Seran exhaled heavily. "Almost there," he muttered.

[Ricky Maze]

After he heard the confirmation from Seran all that followed was Ricky's next motive to repeat the same process as before, although this time he would have to do it in a different manner that would prove more effective. Two spheres was enough to pull water up to where the boat could stop, but in order to get the boat moving again they had to have some kind of force... a push. Ricky looked up to the sail and thought for a moment about trying out wind for a change, yet he wasn't sure as to whether or not he would have any clue in controlling the element or not. It would certainly be an easier job than using the water, but using the element he was far more familiar with just seemed like the far better route to follow at this point.

We need a good push wit' de waves, so if Oi can just make a small one maybe... His theory had to be tested before he knew it would work, his Res already extruded from his palms once more as they were the same size and consistency as before. This time though he merged the two spheres together into one so the mass would grow, leaving it to be just barely bigger than his own head as the ooze merged together before him. With his hands held forward with both palms barely touching, Ricky clutched his fingers as though he gripped some invisible material, and slowly started to pull them away from each other in a stretching manner. The Res responded with the gesture with a little bit of twisting from the inside out, as the shape went from a perfect sphere to a ovoid that continued to expand out the sides. As the top and bottom of the sphere seemed to melt into the new form, the Res looked to resemble a rectangular form with rounded edges. Maybe wit' dis Oi'll change how effective de attraction is.

He then released the Res to allow it to descend within the water below, his hands brought back together then as he focused on the attraction next. Again, the abundance of water felt overwhelming to him, almost like the forces of nature weren't so willing to comply with him as he entwined his fingers together, and then started to rotate his closed hands in a counter clockwise motion away from his body in a slow manner. He had to get a feel for it to see if this would work before playing the idea out as a whole, and seeing as how the Res responded to the gesture with the same manner of motion, he could assume that the rolls within the water created short waves that barely even moved the boat. It seemed plausible enough, thus the real work would finally begin as he repeated the gesture with a bit more drive. Water continued to lap up from underneath after he started, but after about five times of this repetition the boat seemed to finally feel the effect. Small waves were being made and the higher he brought his hands, the further up the Res would travel in its circular motion as attracted water was brought up to the surface to roll out against the ship.

Yes!! This method seemed useful but how long would he last? How long could he go like this before he was finally too tired to carry on? He already started to feel a strain as his Djed seemed to be used, but he could still go on for just a little while longer so long as he didn't use up any more Res. Somehow though he still felt the natural element try to resist him, overwhelm him as he worked up a sweat to try and keep the rotation going. At this rate their boat was at a simple cruise back towards the city, but Ricky doubted that this mere effort of paddling water was going to last much longer. His arms were getting heavy and numb and he just started to feel like he was churning butter in the most goofy manner possible, but even worse he felt his mind start to tingle at its edges as he felt like using more and more Res. He had to resist it, the urges and the temptations. He repeated in his mind over and over that quantity wasn't going to help in this case, no mere amount of extra Res was going to make it any easier to push the boat further.

Then of course the development of copper became a known taste on his tongue but not strong, however it was all the same an indication he knew to watch out for as he continued the use. Overtime the taste did seem stronger though, and just as Ricky felt himself reach the limit, he suddenly felt the impulses to break it grow stronger. He could do it... he could overcome this limit... No! Damn... Damn iiiiiit! He dropped his hands and in turn fell against the railing of the boat, the water below receded as the Res underneath just wash away into the ocean. He figured whatever was left likely became part of the water now, since he no longer had any control over it anymore. What he heard though made him freeze as the breath he tried to regain somehow halted, as the sounds of a fierce predator's howl pierced right through his ears. He had over done himself, and if he continued to do anymore he would surely suffer from worse consequences. He felt his whole body shake even when the surface of his skin felt numb somehow, as his pores extruded enough sweat to soak his hair and collar of the undershirt in turn.

They only traveled a distance that was over half of where they were before, and while the city did look a bit bigger once more, Ricky's mind just wasn't ready to comprehend the fact that they still had a lot more to go. "Lad.... take de oars... git us t' shore." He sounded weaker now, exhausted as he turned over to try and face Seran. Once he did he had to hold onto himself then, fold his arms over his stomach area as he though he were feeling sick. Yet he wasn't sick, he was on the verge of insanity. The whole time he sat there he did so with his eyes shut, muttered words came in a flood as he tried to tell himself not to do any sort of magical thing. His body as a whole felt completely drained, all while his mind felt completely immune to the forces of the world.