Commodore Houk called for the ship to be anchored. While Paeter untied himself and began his climb down to the deck below. When his feet landed upon the ship’s deck. He heard the boots of the Commodore approach.
“Well…boy…lady luck as taken a charm to you, best hope she is nota. fickle mistress.” Commodore Houk quipped.
“Yes…sir.” Paeter replied gasping for breath.
“Smeethe…get these salt vermin to right my ship and give a report of her wounds.”
“Right away Captain.”
Commodore Houk walked over to the ship’s side rail and gazed out to the mysterious island. He looked through his spyglass. He had never seen an island so lush and vast. It seemed covered in a wide array flora and was peaked with great snow capped mountains.
“Strange…an island within a storm.” Commodore Houk muttered to himself.
“Indeed…but I know of it.” Came a voice from behind the Commodore.
Commodore Houk spun upon his heels and gazed upon the witch.
“what do you know of this place?“
“I will gather my books, I will need audience in your chambers.”
“So be it.” Commodore Houk affirmed.
The witch sauntered off to the cabins below ship and left the crew to their duties. Soon she arrived in her quarters, that had once been a store room. The place suited her needs as the shelves provided a great place to store all her books, scrolls, and a myriad of vials ands jars that contained various strange items.
She rummaged through her shelves looking for a particular book. Her hand finally fell upon its worn spine and she quickly seized it. She opened the book and placed it upon a nearby table. Her fingers gingerly turned it weathered pages until her eyes fell upon a faded map. The witch closed the book and left to go see Commodore Houk.
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