The future is blind beyond our lives. Darkness tells us that our end is near. And I see nothing beyond the next week.
-Journal of Denera Matir
Brentai assisted Reane over the railing and onto the deck of The Oracle.
"Prepare to set sail," her blunt command blared to her crew. Turning to her First Mate she added, "We've got trouble. Big trouble."
With a quizzical look, Brentai informed his Captain, "But we're still short on crew."
"Can't worry about that." She looked about the main deck and the fewer than normal men moving about. "We'll just have to make do with the men we have and leave the rest behind."
"Well, do you mind cluing me in on the sudden rush?"
"It appears Lord Hedric has a preexisting interest in our passenger after all."
"Sounds like there were already a few Imperial entanglements. We should just leave him to the authorities."
"I've never backed out on a deal before. Damned if I'm going to start now. I have a reputation to keep."
"What good's a reputation if you're dead?"
The lookout called from the crow's nest, "Captain! Lubber approaching!"
Reane turned to look over the railing at Anthony as he traveled the remaining yards to the ship's ladder. He looked up and back at her.
"Get on board!" she ordered. "We don't have much time!" She turned back to Brentai. "We'll wait as long as we can for Sheala, but I won't put this ship in any more danger than I have to."
A grunt of strain accompanied Anthony as he climbed on to the deck with an over-packed satchel he carried on his shoulder. He took a second to look around before joining the First Mate and Reane.
"The man you sent for me said you were in a hurry?"
Reane ignored him and kept talking. "Bentai, how long to get the sails primed and get underway?"
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