Wind and Whisper
The Twentieth of Elnu-hamba [Elnu Descendent], Year Unknown
Pull... beat... beat... Pull.
All notion of rowing being beneath your dignity were crushed by the undeniable weight of sheer necessity, of survival. You had thought the waters cold and the wind biting on the other side of the Mouth of the World, but besides what you find in the Great Sunset Sea it may as well have been a warm summer breeze bearing light morning dew. You can imagine the scene on deck all too well.
Rain and storm rolled in behind you swifter than the Marcella's sails could carry her, white capped swells rolling alongside and drenching over the low deck. All around you the timbers of the ship groan and shift in the brief moments of heart-pounding stillness before the next pull of the oars.
Sailors are braver men than you thought them to be to put their backs into this sort of work, trusting their captain, never knowing if the sea would rush into claim them. Time seems to stretch and twist uneasily as the body screamed for release and the mind was left wandering.
Pull... beat... beat... Pull.
After a time you could not rightly name the groaning of the ship grows less, the men begin to talk between greedy gulps of air. There is more time to drink. Stale water spiced with worse spirits never tasted so fine.
"Looks as though the sea won't be getting the best of us today, will it lads?" you call back. You had heard this sort of boasting is supposed to be bad luck, but you do not give a shit. Your armsmen's hearts could do with a good cheer and cheer they do.
***
Rain still beats down on the deck, cool rivulets slipping under your tunic to mingle with the sweat of the day's rowing, but you do not have much attention to spare for the sky. Inge is sitting cross legged at the bow of the ship looking straight at the western horizon, her eyes are closed, her hands clenched about a piece of driftwood carved like the wishbone of a bird. She is praying.
Is it chance that the storm had abated now or something more? you wonder, shifting uneasily from one foot to the other.
Whenever the weather had been foulest the girl had always sat just there, eyes closed and thoughts elsewhere. "Good to be close, to tell captain course," is all she had said, but you had heard more to it. She was preying to her goddess and here in the midst of the dark waves foaming white and the cutting wind, you could almost believe there is an uncanny will to the sea, wild and untamed, beyond the ken of men whose words are upon its face as child's toys.
"Come, it's over," you say ushering the girl into the warmth and light of the cabin where you are greeted by the sight of Zaia, somehow still managing to read those tablets of his even through the storm.
'To truly speak a tongue you must understand the people to whom it belongs,' he had said when you had first proposed to learn Inge's tongue and you had thought it a warning against the work it would take. In truth you are beginning to suspect it runs far deeper.
You know six words tor wind and another four for storm, you can name the sacred standing stones by which the Sky-Seers of Ikomi measure time, you know the name of the great leviathans of the deep waters,
Ejun, and those who hunt them, for bone, meat and ivory,
Ogonbo. You know the words for war, both restrained by ritual and vow fought in deadly earnest.
The Anwa, the people of the Sunset Islands are still strangers, but they are more than just a means of getting answers, they are their own people seen through the eyes of one of their own. Part of you wonders if you had first heard of the Saracen from the mouth of one who lived as they do, who believed as they do, would you have been so eager to shed their blood and count it justice?
Basic Knowledge of the Anwari Tongue gained.
What questions do you have for Inge now that you can understand her tongue and she yours to at least some degree?
[] Of faith
[] Of her family
[] Of lords and kings
[] Write in
OOC: You guys were unlucky for the weather but Antonio make his Profession Sailing roll and you also made your Intelligence roll so now you actually get to know what some of the locals are actually saying without a translator.