Wake before the voting

The day of the vote dawned with a brisk wind rolling off the sea, carrying the tang of salt . On the Call, the amphitheater carved into the rock was alive with activity. Its semicircular tiers, capable of holding every lord and captain on the island, were quickly filling as men took their seats.Seats that were usually occupied sparingly by lords, were now all filled as the captains now bore the right to vote. 

The air was thick with the hum of conversation, the scrape of boots on stone, and the occasional bark of laughter. This was no royal court; the Call had no gilded chairs or flowing banners, just hard stone and the raw power of the men who sat upon it.

The four contenders for the title of High Captain stood apart,looking at each other with blank stares.