Teaser for Chapter 13

To All You Guys supporting me, hopefully this is something to help you get excited for chapter 13.

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BANG! BANG! BANG!

“Captain! A dense mist comes over the horizon! We sail straight for it!” someone called.

…Or I could call the crew together right now. Might as well.

I opened my door and quickly ordered my mother and Ellen to round up the ship’s workers. Everyone came onto the Main Deck. Alteria Balamar arrived first from the lower deck. Liara, Goron, and Diane arrived as well with Maeloson, Aesteal, and their warriors arriving last.

Once everyone was here, I pointed towards the coming mist. “Alright you lot, if you want to live then from now on, you do exactly as I say and exactly as I do!” I told them.

I then took off my captain’s hat, my coat, and my boots. I was left in naught but a white shirt, dark shorts, and bare feet

“Anything that jingles, anything that shines, anything that makes a sound except for the creaking of this ship better be off! When we enter the mist, Do. Not. Speak! Do not utter a single sound! No matter what you hear, no matter what you might see in the distance or floating near the ship, do not call out to it nor give it your attention. If you can’t do that, then I’ll offer to shoot you in the head now and save you from whatever will take you later,” I said.

Everyone shivered as a tense mood settled over my ship. The mist grew closer to us all. I would already run down and tie Boreli down as hard as I could. I already knew the fucker would try some way to make this trial hell for me if I left him alone. As for the Xhaluter, he had remained mostly quiet so I would give him the warning and leave him alone.

I turned to Liara. “That includes you, Liara,” I said.

Admittedly, the witch doesn’t have too much that would cause noise, but she does wear some jewelry from time to time that I want her to be aware of.

Liara nodded. “Tis quite unfortunate, but I shall abide,” she said.

She was the first to begin taking off anything that might make noise. She took off her belt, some dark earrings, and a belt buckle to a satchel around her waist. Like the horndogs that my ship has, men, and even some women, got aroused at the sight of Liara slowly untying her shoes thus allowing her long, beautiful, sculpted legs to reach everyone’s eyes. I can’t deny I was among them.

I dare think what was made worse about this situation was the fact that she kept eye contact with me for the entire duration of her painfully slow undressing. I bet this was for me to savor the moment, which I most definitely did.

Her show ended with her bare feet on the wooden deck. She then smoothed her dresses and offered everyone a mysterious smile. “Shall I be the only one following the captain’s orders?” she asked.

Her question seemed to be the spell to break everyone from their trance as everyone started undressing and discarding personal items that could make too much noise from the push and pull of the sea. Many scrambled to their rooms and back to put away their belongings and I did the same. Except for my control of the tides, I held no other weapon on me.

“Captain!” someone called to me. I turned around and noticed a man pocketing some ornament of his.

“What if we get attacked? How shall we defend ourselves without weapons?” he asked.

I spotted the coming mist. It would be upon us in another half an hour. “What’s your name?” I asked.

“Bol, sir!” he replied. I slowly turned around.

“Trust me, Bol. man’s weapons will not defend against what lies in there. What we’re doing now is the best defense,” I replied. Bol swallowed heavily before he began taking even more things off as well.

Once everyone was as soundless as we could get, I walked down to warn Nz’ia. He did not reply to my words or care to watch me gag Boreli and tie the fucker up like a hog. He only sat in his corner of the room. I decided to leave him alone.

As I returned to the deck, I was just in time to see the mist hit the bow of my ship.

“If you absolutely must speak at all, then get as close to someone as you can and whisper it! You got it?!” I asked.

“Aye Aye Captain!” They resounded.

I nodded as my crew and I held our breaths as the mist crawled over our ship. For the next eight to twelve hours, we would sail through here. The name I had given this one was ‘I’on D’Faen’ or The Clinging Dread.