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The Pretender God Chapt. 4 Part 8As the sun rose and the fog of early morning faded with its approach, twelve small attack vessels could be seen on the horizon, heading for the Wyvern just as she was heading for them. Admiral Saebert, brought down his spyglass and handed it to the Prince, who looked through its lens.
“Well, Admiral,” the Pretender said, bring down the spyglass and facing the man, “I had thought you said there would be no more than five ships.”
“I may have made a slight miscalculation, my lord.”
“Yes, quite.” The prince handed him back the spyglass, shooting him a glance that brought out Saebert’s trademark, sheepish grin.
The Admiral then walked over to face the main deck, looking over the rail of the bridge, he shouted down orders.
“All hands, man your posts. You there, see that the guns are run out. Boy, make sure to secure any footloose. Marines to your posts to lay down fire should the enemy draw too close. Let no man be cau
The Pretender God Chapt. 4 Part 6Life aboard the Wyvern was far from pleasant, if you were not an officer that is. The daily rations consisted of hardtack and rum, with a spot of salted pork and half a salty lime to prevent scurvy. And it fell to Sungam to help the other marines (all of whom, including himself, had to wear strange black uniforms) to keep discipline on board. However, it was all Sungam could do to keep his own discipline.
The consequences for not falling in line were severe. Floggings were regular, and Sungam had to perform several himself. The proud Paladin also couldn’t stand how, after the “bridge incident”, everyone on the ship assumed he was daft. They all took the time to explain things very slowly and carefully, fearful that he wouldn’t understand, or just trying to mock him. He had also gained the nickname “Bridgy.”
However, for the Pretender and his loyal captain, Saebert, life at sea was at least somewhat comfortable. Not having to live in the berth
The Pretender God Chapt. 4 Part 5It had been but a fortnight since that fateful eve, when all of Halkan’s Landing lay in fear of flames’ encroachment. And now in the wake of such dire straits, a ship prepared to depart, having survived a fiery fate. So all along the docks and down by the wreckage, men lined up in droves, in order to seek passage.
And to review these persons, to see if they were fit for service aboard the Wyvern, was one former Lord High Admiral of the Kingdom of Súrr, Councilor to the Privy Council, and 4th Earl of Halforden, Saebert. While the work of sorting out riff-raff for service aboard a vessel was hardly the work of a former flag-ranker like himself, Saebert has to count himself lucky; He had managed to avoid the Prince’s ire, in no small part thanks to the fact that he was the only loyal man the Prince had who could command a vessel such as the Wyvern.
As for the merchant who had bought his flagship, well, let’s just say he had gone for a swim, one which
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