Captain Kyle Delossantos glanced up to the cabin of Queen’s Bounty, shooting a smile of encouragement to his First Mate. It was McTavers’ first time handling the large ship on his own and the young man was understandably nervous. Leaving port wasn’t the difficult part of the voyage by any means, but it was a good starting point to building up the man’s confidence on an unfamiliar vessel. McTavers was a good sailor, a good leader even if he was a bit prone to nerves. Although to be fair, everyone was painfully on edge as they reached this final step of their evacuation of Landing. For his part Delossantos was starting to feel that knot of unease relax with every minute they moved further out to sea, further from the spewing mountain that was currently doing its best to bury their home. He was always a man who felt safer and more comfortable on the deck of a ship more than the solid, unmoving earth and this only reinforced his belief. He understood the sea and how she worked, but the ground was unpredictable and volatile, clearly ready to kill you at any given moment. The old sailor squinted against the sun to get a last look at the shore, where the smoke from Mount Garben was quickly obscuring Landing from sight.
There was little thought about the dangers of crossing an unknown spread of ocean to an area of the world only a handful of the Pernese colonists had seen with the threat of airborne, flesh-eating organisms looming above; Delossantos was only happy to have a voyage ahead of them, back where he belonged and where he trusted his environment.
Perhaps this was a foolish mistake.
In all fairness the captain of the Queen’s Bounty had never sailed seas as affected by the seismic activity as the Southern Sea and in hindsight he would feel bitterly betrayed that she’d fought so hard to kill him. It was a rough crossing for the fleet that would take the five thousand the hundred twenty-five settlers from the southern continent to the north and it was a great amount of luck and skill on the Captain’s part that got the Queen’s Bounty to land at all. It wasn’t anywhere near the destination of the newly dubbed Fort Hold that had been the target, but Ista Island could provide safety at least until they figured out what to do next
There was little thought about the dangers of crossing an unknown spread of ocean to an area of the world only a handful of the Pernese colonists had seen with the threat of airborne, flesh-eating organisms looming above; Delossantos was only happy to have a voyage ahead of them, back where he belonged and where he trusted his environment.
Perhaps this was a foolish mistake.
In all fairness the captain of the Queen’s Bounty had never sailed seas as affected by the seismic activity as the Southern Sea and in hindsight he would feel bitterly betrayed that she’d fought so hard to kill him. It was a rough crossing for the fleet that would take the five thousand the hundred twenty-five settlers from the southern continent to the north and it was a great amount of luck and skill on the Captain’s part that got the Queen’s Bounty to land at all. It wasn’t anywhere near the destination of the newly dubbed Fort Hold that had been the target, but Ista Island could provide safety at least until they figured out what to do next