| Subject: Allrighty, I'm going to try to write a bit more...Word is still dead! So PART EIGHT will likely be short... |
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Dakkan
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Date Posted: 01:35:42 10/30/03 Thu
In reply to:
Dakkan
's message, "Aaargh!" on 02:15:09 09/30/03 Tue
First, I want to correct an error. Originally I wrote that Kib's otter family died in the storm. Then in a later part I said the corsairs killed his family. My mistake. I forgot I was specifically avoiding the cliched storyline of revenge for killed family members. Kib's family died in the storm. Thankee.
Salpik gripped the railing of the ship Blitzrudder as he leaned over to speak to his brother on the dock. "You sure y'don't want to come with us, mate?"
Rask smiled slightly and shook his head. "Naw. I got me crew to look after. An' boats to build." He adopted a mock-stern tone. "Don't you wreck my boat!"
Salpik laughed heartily. "Who, me?"
Rask sighed despairingly. "Matchwood, that's what ye'll sail back, matey. Toothpicks."
Salpik grinned. "You know it!"
The tan otter waved a rough paw at his brother. "Ah, away with ye! Have a great time fightin' those corsairs!"
Kib spoke from Salpik's right paw. "We'll do that, me 'earty. May th' waves allus bring good fortune t'yore shores."
Salpik looked at the ferret with wonder as the anchor was drawn up and the last provisions loaded. When Rask's shore was out of sight, the sea otter turned and spoke with Kib. "Great seasons, mate! When you spoke to my brother it sounded almost like my ol' dad alive again. Where'd you learn the otter-rover's accent?"
Kib smiled broadly. "My cousin was from one of the westrn islands. He had it heavier than I can imitate."
Salpik chuckled, then turned to face south. "We're bound south'ard, toward Salamandastron. Where is this treasure you heard of?"
Kib scratched his head. "I'm not sure. The only thing the searat managed to tell us about where the treasure was came in halted words. He was close to death, you understand."
Salpik blinked impatiently. "Well? D'you remember what they were?"
Kib's brow furrowed as he thought. "Hmm... 'Cliff.' 'Gold.' 'Snake.' And then he sang a little part of a song over and over until he lost consciousness. 'Left is right, right is wrong...' Does that help?"
Salpik frowned. "I can't make head nor tail of it, Kib mate. S'pose we'll have to figger it out as we go."
The two stood at the prow, watching the foam from the ship's bow wave as the vessel sped south toward dangers yet unveiled.
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