82nd of Spring, 520 A.V.
Marino woke up covered in sweat. As his eyes adjusted to the dim interior of the cabin, he slowly realized it had only been a dream. He’d been on a beach. Only the sand had been as black as the starless sky. The sea had been even worse. It had been pure white, and hurt to look at on that dark shore. Then a dark red shape had emerged. That was when he awoke.
Rubbing his face, he shook of the fragments of his dream and got out of bed. He stumbled around for several moments in the dark cabin before coming out onto the deck to look at the predawn sky. From behind the island, the scarlet light was just starting to peek through the blue-black sky. A stiff breeze, and spatter of rain washed over him, waking him up while dislodging the last fragments of his troubling dreams. With a sigh, he got to work inspecting the sides of the ship and the deck while he enjoyed the light mist of rain.
When it appeared nothing had gone missing while he was asleep, he brought up his fishing net. He’d yet to use the thing before and early morning seemed like a fine time to try. Besides it would give him a chance to get his thoughts sorted for the day. After throwing a handful of bait over the side, he chucked the bundle of net in after it. Contrary to what he expected, the net did not unfurl as it dropped but landed with a solid plink, still very much bunched together. It sank like a rock upon hitting the water, and certainly was not going to catch any fish. After a brief look around to see if anyone was watching, he began to haul the net up as fast as he could.
Fortunately, so far as he could make out, no one stirred on the Casinors near him, and the few svefra he could pick out hopefully hadn’t seen his goof. The net was of course empty when he pulled it up. It didn’t look to be tangled on the end, but he gave it another check. Then, throwing it over the side, he watched again as it fell in a lump. He started pulling it up immediately, though it still made a loud plunk in the water. As he drew up the line, a voice startled him. “I thought you were throwing rocks overboard” It came from an adjacent Casinor, and wide eyed with a sheepish grin, Marino looked over at the svefra. “I think I’d have more luck fishing with a rock.” He replied looking over at the man. He had long brown hair, and clean shave. From this distance, it looked like they were around the same height. “Fishing? Is that what you are trying to do. I thought you were trying to wake up the pod.” The man said as he walked over onto Marino’s casinor. He gave him a brief nod and a disarming grin before continuing. “Shoal Wavecrest.” Pulling the net over the side, Marino nodded back. “Marino Oceangem. This net is your rock.” He chuckled. Shoal stepped closer, inspecting the net for a tick before shaking his head. “Looks fine to me, give it another toss.”
WC: 547
Rubbing his face, he shook of the fragments of his dream and got out of bed. He stumbled around for several moments in the dark cabin before coming out onto the deck to look at the predawn sky. From behind the island, the scarlet light was just starting to peek through the blue-black sky. A stiff breeze, and spatter of rain washed over him, waking him up while dislodging the last fragments of his troubling dreams. With a sigh, he got to work inspecting the sides of the ship and the deck while he enjoyed the light mist of rain.
When it appeared nothing had gone missing while he was asleep, he brought up his fishing net. He’d yet to use the thing before and early morning seemed like a fine time to try. Besides it would give him a chance to get his thoughts sorted for the day. After throwing a handful of bait over the side, he chucked the bundle of net in after it. Contrary to what he expected, the net did not unfurl as it dropped but landed with a solid plink, still very much bunched together. It sank like a rock upon hitting the water, and certainly was not going to catch any fish. After a brief look around to see if anyone was watching, he began to haul the net up as fast as he could.
Fortunately, so far as he could make out, no one stirred on the Casinors near him, and the few svefra he could pick out hopefully hadn’t seen his goof. The net was of course empty when he pulled it up. It didn’t look to be tangled on the end, but he gave it another check. Then, throwing it over the side, he watched again as it fell in a lump. He started pulling it up immediately, though it still made a loud plunk in the water. As he drew up the line, a voice startled him. “I thought you were throwing rocks overboard” It came from an adjacent Casinor, and wide eyed with a sheepish grin, Marino looked over at the svefra. “I think I’d have more luck fishing with a rock.” He replied looking over at the man. He had long brown hair, and clean shave. From this distance, it looked like they were around the same height. “Fishing? Is that what you are trying to do. I thought you were trying to wake up the pod.” The man said as he walked over onto Marino’s casinor. He gave him a brief nod and a disarming grin before continuing. “Shoal Wavecrest.” Pulling the net over the side, Marino nodded back. “Marino Oceangem. This net is your rock.” He chuckled. Shoal stepped closer, inspecting the net for a tick before shaking his head. “Looks fine to me, give it another toss.”
WC: 547
