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	Chaos ensued.
	"That's a good idea, I wager, Cap'n." Kruk chipped in. Isar rolled his eyes at the mate. They had left Vor'Gra a day or two after the celebrating - Isar couldn't remember. They had all been so drunk. "Oswyn, what do you think he'll tell Tiagri that he won't tell me?" Isar was convinced that Oswyn and Tiagri were hiding something from him. He had suspected since the journey to the mysterious public house. "Who goes down there feeding him the most? With a cheerful attitude? I think that he's more likely to trust Tiagri than he is the man that ordered his imprisonment." "Fine! Fine, Oswyn, let Tiagri ask him questions. As long as I get the answers I want, I don't care. Just have it done!" Snapped the Captain, irritated. He felt the ship lean slowly to the Port side, they were heading Northwest to the Lokli Sea, a sea rougher than the Sarok Sea, but the Lokli Sea was far more dangerous. "I'll ensure you aren't let down, Captain. I promise. When have I ever let you down before?" Isar regarded Oswyn coolly. Without looking away, he spoke to Kruk. "Keep Grundal at the wheel until night. Get your sleep now, you'll do your duties throughout the night. With your watch working with you. I'm going to get some fresh air, then I'll do some…reading." Kruk nodded silently, understanding that Oswyn and the Captain were at odd, so he left the navigator and the Captain alone. Oswyn, unblinking, listened to Kruk leave. He had annoyed the Captain, by bluntly defying his wishes. Instead of apologising, he stood up, facing Isar. "Tell Tiagri. Then get back here to check our course. Tell Grundal. After that, wait for Tiagri's report. When that is done, come here to report to me. Any problems with that, navigator?" Isar's tone was dangerous. "None at all, Captain. I'll not let a word from Tiagri's mouth go unheard to you. Until later then, Captain." Oswyn turned and left the cabin slowly. Isar's anger almost pulsated from him in red hot waves. Oswyn silently rebuked himself as he went below decks to Tiagri's quarters. It was just a small space with some straw, a rugged torn blanket, a bucket and a peg with a change of clothes and some rags. "Tiagri?" Whispered Oswyn, pointlessly as he could see nobody was there. "Oswyn?" Somebody tapped his shoulder. "There you are," he sighed. Tiagri was stood behind him, head cocked introspectively. "Captain's orders, you're to ask Gossamer questions about the charts, about his ship, and about Lord Hempt." "Because he'll trust me, right?" Tiagri sighed, green eyes looking up innocently at Oswyn. "I thought you were supposed to be clever." "You visit him most, Chip trusted you. Are you sure you don't know where he went?" "Definite, Sir. Nothing, that's what he said to me. Not a word. I'll talk to his precious Captain. Wait in the kitchen for me." "Let nothing distract you, we need to know about the charts and about Hempt. Understand?" Tiagri nodded and ran off, speedily. Oswyn's eyes wandered the small passageway and the quarters that the crew shared. Belongings, hammocks and clothes were scattered everywhere, messy but organized at the same time. It also showed how trusting the crew were of each other. Their duffles were the only place where their belongings could be private, and they were hung or tied onto the hammocks. Everybody respected everybody on this ship. Oswyn felt that Isar respected the crew, despite his attitude sometimes. It was a good atmosphere on board 'The Remorseless'. Comfortable. As he ventured through the hull, Oswyn felt something was not quite right in the waters beneath 'The Remorseless'. A sudden lurch confirmed his hunch. Without thinking, being a hypocrite of his own orders - to not get distracted - he ran out to the deck, with was clothed with sunset's soft glow. Just to be sure. "What's happening?!" He yelled. It wasn't his place, he wasn't any more in command than Julk, or Grundal. "Oswyn!" The Captain acknowledged him. Some of the men were leaning over the guardrail, searching the waters below. "Here! I saw something!" Oswyn recognised Julk the rigger's voice. He dashed to the starboard side, and saw it too. A shadow swirling, no, slithering, through the water. "Quiet, men…" Oswyn urged them. He looked up at Isar. Nobody said anything. When silence fell upon them, Oswyn, and the other men, saw the shadow rise. A flash and flicker of dark green light forced them to turn away. The ship lurched again. It was bashing into the wood. "Oswyn, what is this?" Isar whispered. Behind him, Getty dropped to the deck. Aghast, he stared at Oswyn. "We're in the Lokli Sea, everybody." Was all Oswyn could declare. The water sloshed and slapped the wood in a frenzy. The dark green shape rose again. The ship's wood moaned as the figure pressed against it with a threatening pressure. Getting, completely nonplussed, shoved Julk aside, eyes wide. "SERPENT!" He screamed. Chaos ensued.
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