Return to the Tidelands

It would have been a simple thing, to slaughter the guards and fight past them.

But they were looking for a monster and a Mwarri, not an Uruk lad carrying the daily sack of garbage to the town dump.

"Next time," Kismet hissed, "you ride in the sack of garbage."

"This was your plan." I responded.

"And I've revised it for next time." she said, taking a bat at my fragile Uruk eyes.

We had written our letters of apology to Captaine Levemont, and booked passage on the Sea Dirge. I know, it sounds like a juicy opera, but it was a schooner (a ship with two masts). Smaller than most vessels that made the passage between the continents and the Shining Isles, but Captain Duncan was more than a canvas short of a full sail.

"One of the advantages of such a small vessel is it's easy enough for the crew to right her should she founder." he assured me.

"And your crew is experienced at doing so in a storm?" I asked.