Buried At Sea: Picking Up The Pieces

Season 2

Episode 1

The sound of droplets echoing in the darkness gain in magnitude.  The source cannot be seen through the smoky shadows, but it’s there, the constant drip, drop.  He puts his hand up to his face, but in this place, void of any light, he cannot see, not even when he moves it from side to side, inches away.

…drip…drop…

This has to be the fourth, or fifth, time he has ended up in here, his dreams trying to show him something.  An endless wasteland of darkness, except for those drops somewhere. He continues on, one foot in front of the other, listening to the echoes, and tries to locate the origin of the droplets.

…drip…drop…

He stops, again, and moves his hands out before him, grabbing the darkness as if it is a tangible thing, and tries to pry it apart.  Little balls of it break away, floating away as they are tossed behind him. He picks up the pace, digging now, through the wall of shadow.

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Buried At Sea: Strangest Thing

Episode 2

A blood curdling, ear piercing scream echoes through the late night hour, a sound so horrid it makes everyone jolt awake.  Various crew members, above and below, come together just below decks, the stragglers peeking their heads out from their quarter’s doorways to try and discern the origin of such a sound.

“What in God’s name was that?”  Ivonelfe asks, the woman looking down the hallway, the sleep still trying to hold onto her.  She rubs her eyes and looks over at Tarnaa, the woman fearful of what it may be.

“You don’t…”  Tarnaa’s lips form very tightly.  “Where is Huff?”

It pains her to ask the question, Tarnaa hoping that the scream has nothing to do with their vampiric crew mate.  They have come to an understanding as of late, so to even insinuate she could be involved pains her greatly. She shifts the walking stick in her armpit more comfortably, hoping she is foolish in her accusation.

“Did you guys hear that?”  Huff, the woman in question, asks walking over to the two of them.  She slides by Arlynne to join her fellow mates, confusion on her face.  Tarnaa visibly relaxes seeing Huff coming from the opposite direction, not from the darkened corridor where the scream came from.

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Buried At Sea: Interrogation

Episode 3

The door to the Captain’s quarters closes as the mid morning sun graces the sea with sparkles upon the many white capped waves.  A perfect day to be at sea, weather wise, a calm breeze blowing away the warm rays of sunshine. Ivon, having had her ‘turn’ at being questioned, has just exited the ‘interrogation’ room, giving all she can in order to help solve this latest mystery that surrounds the crew of the Phoenix Rising.  She has been informed to bring the next person forward in what has become a long line of nowhere.  No one, yet, has given Torrinda and Huff anything else they did not already know.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from Ivon.”  Torr states as Huff informs him she had not lied in her retelling of the previous night.  He continues to sit back in the chair, going over what he had saw, and what Mejo’s recounting added to the fact finding, but he cannot get over the strange feeling he has over the fact he did not have a nightmare.  He has a mental block that will not let that strange occurrence go, thinking – just on a gut instinct – that maybe, just maybe, the two could somehow be related in some shape or form.

“I’m telling you.”  Huff says, reclined in one of the chairs, the room eerily darkened so she can freely be out in the sun, albeit inside the window covered quarters.  “I’ve got a strange feeling about all of this.” She looks at Torr and sits up more in the chair, a perplexed look upon her face as she sees his inner turmoil.

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Buried At Sea: Land! Sweet, Sweet Land

Episode 4

“When the rigging is completed, and we are fully docked, I believe we have all earned some relaxation time.”  Torr says to everyone gathered on the deck. The ball of fire that is the sun, has seemingly been swallowed up by the sea off in the distance, allowing Huff to join the crew without too much discomfort.  As the torches and lanterns begin to light the port of Millast, Torrinda, after been given the OK that they are docked, nods, releasing everyone of their duties.

“That sail o’ yers..”  A tall, sea weathered man says when everyone has left, sucking a morsel of food out of what teeth are left in his mouth.  He looks up to the patched sails and squints. “Looks like a big’n. Aint gonna be cheap to get a new one.”  He grins as he thinks Torrinda a young, foolish, naive Captain. “I’m sure hopin’ ya got deep pockets if’n ye wan’er fix’d.”

Torr surveys the sail again.  He very much doubts the man’s claims, but without knowledgeable information of who will fix, or sell one, it is hard to place a number on it.  He plays the man’s game, however, wondering what lengths he would go to.

“I hope it is not as expensive as you suggest…”

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Buried At Sea: Dreamscapes

Episode 5

A lazy, slanted ray of sunlight peeks over the horizon, the blanket of warmth chasing the last bit of shadows from the land.  With many crewmates taking a night at one of the local inns – glad to be off the boat- one individual has chosen to stay on board to see the night through.

Inside the Captain’s quarters, on the soft bed, Torr peeks open an eye as he sees the sun begin to fill outside, a ray slipping passed the curtain in the room to catch his attention.  He blinks a few times and begins to stretch, but feels his right arm is pinned and cannot move. He slowly looks that way to see the cause.

Perhaps he isn’t the only one to take the night aboard the ship.

He smiles and lays back down, putting his left arm, bending it at the elbow, behind his head, thinking about the events of the late hour where this situation came about.
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