piratejournal | 005 ♦ Voice + Action [Isla Empieza]

Rikka's running around the Shepherd, and the dock where it remains moored, like a girl possessed. She looks like a completely different young woman than she did a week ago; friends and a long bath have breathed new life into her after the events leading up to Halloween. But, whatever happened, it's got her scared again, and both her own crew and anyone else on the island are likely to notice - she's usually a little more collected than this, vampiric shenanigans aside. Catching herself for a moment and realizing there's a better way, she stops, take a moment to get her breath back, and opens her journal.

"If anyone on the Shepherd is reading this, we need to move now. We're in danger if we stay here any longer. If anyone's joining us, get aboard. Alice, Mana, we need to start making preparations; meet me on the deck. Whoever else is left, you should probably meet me on the deck, too. I am not going to see us killed today, if there's anything I can do about it.

Anyone else that's on Isla Empieza, I think it's a good idea if you do the same thing - if the Navy comes here, we're going to be stuck, and I don't want to think about what's going to happen to us. Please... everyone be careful."

Satisfied as the journal finishes recording her handwriting, she snaps it shut, and starts up the gangplank at a brisk walk. And when she's on the deck:

"MARIBELLE!"

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Maribelle is practically stumbling out of her cabin. She'd been sick, turned into a zombie, throwing up blood and gods know what else, and she still was not feeling at peak health. Still she was not about to ignore a distressed cry from one of her crew members no matter how ill she was.

"Rikka?! What in Naga's name are you shouting about? Can you quickly explain what's going on? Is the island under attack?"

Well she might not exactly look like a kind benevolent captain at the moment, but she would not shirk from her duties to her crew.

"Yes, actually... that's exactly it." Her tone is strange; she's worried, that much is clear, but seeing Maribelle seems to be causing other problems. "Are you still sick, ma'am? I don't mean to cause a problem, but... we can't stay here. The Navy's coming. For all of us."

She frowns, considering the language she wants to use, before continuing, "With your blessing, I'd like to begin preparations to depart. Staying here longer than we have to is... making me very, very uneasy."

Maribelle winced... that was not good news... actually that was some of the worst news she could have heard. They were still undermanned with the loss of several of their members, and she still hadn't had the opportunity to parley with the Navy. Staying and invoking their wrath simply because of their presence however, was something they could not risk.

"Our original plan was to sail back to Green Breeze island. Hopefully if any of our missing crew members are still in this world, they will know to meet with us there. Before I took ill, I made preparations to set sail again, if you could please check our stock to see that we have the supplies and rations we need, I'd like to get the crew ready to sail as quickly as possible..." Maribelle winced again, trying to shake off the illness that had been plaguing her the last few days. It would figure that she could heal broken limbs, and gashing head wounds, but illness? That was usually beyond her power.

"You were right to come to me about this. I apologize for my... ngh... absence of late. When everything is ready, we'll make a roll call of all available hands, and set sail. Any of the others who fall behind will need to use the Nav system if they are not here within the next 24 hours. Understood?"

"Aye, ma'am," she replied, listening attentively to the orders - knowing she was in the right and had Maribelle's permission to continue made her feel quite a bit better about everything. "I'll finish checking the supplies soon; if anything's missing, I'll run into town for it, quickly, so we can get moving. I'll try and get everyone moving and ready, too. You're still sick, so don't push yourself too hard if you don't have to - we need you back to health as soon as possible, so let us handle things for now."

She tries to think if there's anything else; mostly, she's waiting to make sure Maribelle doesn't have any other thoughts to add.

005 ♦ Voice + Action [Isla Empieza]

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