Akiva Sea
Ayman stood at the prow of the Golden Sparrow, the wind whipping at his face and his fingers wrapped tightly around the railing.
Three sails flapped hard behind him, warm winds pushing them faster and faster across the Akiva Sea. It was humid here, even this far out in the ocean. The Captain had said it mostly had to due with tidal forces and Kiva's manipulations of the weather, but Ayman had no idea if that was true.
Kiva was a foreign god to him, and though most of the crew believed in her he was still more than a little suspicious.
The gods of his people were far different, far more cruel.
Ayman preferred to put his faith in something else, something more tangible. Unconsciously at the thought Ayman fingered his coat pocket, moving the two dice around. They were the only reason he had survived this long, the only reason he had managed to come so far.
They were what he believed in. His lips thinned at the thought, it was dark, but unfortunately true. He was no great sailor and most certainly not a great fighter. He'd earned his place among the crew, but mostly through his ability in lying, and the dice of course.
Always the dice. "The Island's up ahead."
Ayman mentioned quietly to the man standing beside him. He was a newcommer to the crew, recruited from the last ship that the Sparrow had captured. A merchant sailor once, now just another pirate.
"Prepare to be underwhelmed." The Island of course was where the Captain of The Golden Sparrow kept a heavy storage of their stolen goods. Rum, silks, even a bit of gold. All of it was stored on this forgotten little island. Once it had been an outpost for the Allirian Navy, but long ago they had abandoned it for one reason or another.
Now it was a secret hideaway for the pirates of the Sparrow.
Ayman stood at the prow of the Golden Sparrow, the wind whipping at his face and his fingers wrapped tightly around the railing.
Three sails flapped hard behind him, warm winds pushing them faster and faster across the Akiva Sea. It was humid here, even this far out in the ocean. The Captain had said it mostly had to due with tidal forces and Kiva's manipulations of the weather, but Ayman had no idea if that was true.
Kiva was a foreign god to him, and though most of the crew believed in her he was still more than a little suspicious.
The gods of his people were far different, far more cruel.
Ayman preferred to put his faith in something else, something more tangible. Unconsciously at the thought Ayman fingered his coat pocket, moving the two dice around. They were the only reason he had survived this long, the only reason he had managed to come so far.
They were what he believed in. His lips thinned at the thought, it was dark, but unfortunately true. He was no great sailor and most certainly not a great fighter. He'd earned his place among the crew, but mostly through his ability in lying, and the dice of course.
Always the dice. "The Island's up ahead."
Ayman mentioned quietly to the man standing beside him. He was a newcommer to the crew, recruited from the last ship that the Sparrow had captured. A merchant sailor once, now just another pirate.
"Prepare to be underwhelmed." The Island of course was where the Captain of The Golden Sparrow kept a heavy storage of their stolen goods. Rum, silks, even a bit of gold. All of it was stored on this forgotten little island. Once it had been an outpost for the Allirian Navy, but long ago they had abandoned it for one reason or another.
Now it was a secret hideaway for the pirates of the Sparrow.
