The sea was dark, a storm slowly rocked the ship, waves cascading over the side and washing over the deck. He could hear the commotion above, the sounds of men rushing to tie down sails and pull the rigging. They were not uncommon sounds during a storm. There was no reason to go up there. The Captain had told him to rest, relax. That they would have a conversation tomorrow.
Then he'd heard the first scream.
Teth
Lucius awoke with a start, his eyes snapping open with the memories of the dream still clinging to the forefront of his mind. A lump formed in his throat, and his fingers tightened unconsciously as he suddenly whirled around and emptied his stomach onto floor.
"Agh, disgusten."
An unfamiliar voice called out over to him, a man on the street witnessing his missfortune as he awoke in the gutter. Lucius wiped his mouth, scowling at the ground as his eyes witnessed it shift and move. Such a thing was not impossible on Teth, the city of a thousand ships, but...he very much doubted it was the city moving now. "FUCK OFF!"
Lucius yelled towards the man that had insulted him, half throwing an empty bottle that he'd been laying on. It smashed against the ground a few feet away, though didn't come near the man. He heard laughter and another, but both were drowned out.
The come down from Shade, a drug made famous here on Teth, was a harsh one.
His head hurt, his muscles ached, and he felt as though his stomach had already emptied itself the night before. A groan escaped him, and slowly he sat himself back down in the gutter. He could feel the sunlight shining down on him, the sound of nearby birds and the bustle of the people echoing out in the streets just above.
No one cared that a man was in the gutter. No one cared that he seemed half-dead. This was Teth, a city created not by the hands of great men and merchants, but pirates, smugglers, and all the other dregs. A thousand ships lashed together, centered around an island smaller than an Anirian Castle. This was the great floating city, where trash was as common as the birds.
Then he'd heard the first scream.
Teth
Lucius awoke with a start, his eyes snapping open with the memories of the dream still clinging to the forefront of his mind. A lump formed in his throat, and his fingers tightened unconsciously as he suddenly whirled around and emptied his stomach onto floor.
"Agh, disgusten."
An unfamiliar voice called out over to him, a man on the street witnessing his missfortune as he awoke in the gutter. Lucius wiped his mouth, scowling at the ground as his eyes witnessed it shift and move. Such a thing was not impossible on Teth, the city of a thousand ships, but...he very much doubted it was the city moving now. "FUCK OFF!"
Lucius yelled towards the man that had insulted him, half throwing an empty bottle that he'd been laying on. It smashed against the ground a few feet away, though didn't come near the man. He heard laughter and another, but both were drowned out.
The come down from Shade, a drug made famous here on Teth, was a harsh one.
His head hurt, his muscles ached, and he felt as though his stomach had already emptied itself the night before. A groan escaped him, and slowly he sat himself back down in the gutter. He could feel the sunlight shining down on him, the sound of nearby birds and the bustle of the people echoing out in the streets just above.
No one cared that a man was in the gutter. No one cared that he seemed half-dead. This was Teth, a city created not by the hands of great men and merchants, but pirates, smugglers, and all the other dregs. A thousand ships lashed together, centered around an island smaller than an Anirian Castle. This was the great floating city, where trash was as common as the birds.