Kingdom of Crestoria! 32
Princess Adelina kept silent an started to eat the abundance of food in front of us. Duncan just watched her and understood what she tried to tell him. Never been taught how to socialize with people, only able or shown how to order around servants. Not to mention her warrior instinct that constantly has to rival with large brutes of men. It was that thought of that little girl to beat up those with a big mouth. Eyes that would look down on the defeated and have her soar even higher without sense of humble.
To hide he joins the princess and stuffs his cheeks with meat and rotates his head to watch a land drops straight down. The black rocks shines and glistens from water left by the roaring waves that crashed into it. To him it was an unusual sight to see. Taller than a flat the sides are made of spiked columns and cracks created sharp edges that cut into the oncoming waves.
“I’m Sorry, I guess..” Adelina sighed holding on to a cup filled with water. A dreamy gaze watched the ripples created by one of her fingers tapping.
-“I guess so to…” A bit uneasy Duncan answers with a tiny voice before returning to look outside and the island getting smaller. “How long is the trip again?” The question was like thunder bursting into the awkward silence.
“We be there by morning, I think” Princess Adelina turns her eyes away from Duncan while she answers. Time passes on slowly as we drink the last drop of water from the decanter.
In the mean while on another part of the ship a suspicious person is making the craziest manoeuvres like rolls and turns to avoid gazes of the personnel that are at work in the lower regions of the ship. At the same time he was looking for something, checking tags that had been placed on all luggage and crates. Near the stairs the dark figure tapped his flat hand against a side and hid behind the large box.
The woods cracks and splinters by a force. Some loaders look up and rotate their ears but go back to their work when the usual sounds of the cargo hold. A stumble and a shuffle of crates, trunks and screams over power the cracking from down the stairs.
Not before long another person came walking from the other side and walking up the stairs. The attire had changed dramatically from a baggy pants and simple shirt and hiding the face with a large scarf. This person was to over dressed to be considered a worker on the ship. Even a near by muscular sailor was alarmed by the view. “Ooy. Oy, Whattah you been doin’ all thee way down ‘ere, Missy! You’d be lost now, wouldn’t yah?”
To be Continued…
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