Life's Shores
Day Eleven, Year Unknown
The girl is talking to the seagulls, there is no denying the fact. She is calling them down with cries that do not quite fit in any human throat, and down they come to heed her and to lead her. The men are making signs against the evil eye and murmuring prayers under their breath more fervently than ever they had done in Egypt.
What would they say... what would they do if they should witness a more blatant act of sorcery? The question coils in your stomach like a snake. If you had to choose between the life of a child and doing to your own men as you had done to the mutineers, what would you choose?
You turn your eyes away from the window and into the dormitory you had commandeered for the use of the wounded. Like the rest of the structure it is at once strange and familiar. Instead of beds made of reeds and driftwood, as much of the furnishings in public rooms are, there are instead stone slabs that bring to mind uneasy comparisons of crypts for all the bedding upon them makes their purpose clear. Only one of those who had fallen against the dead had so far opened their eyes, able to prop himself up to eat and even sleep a little. Hugh the elder on the other hand had fallen into a deep slumber which had set a dark expression upon the face of the healer. The wounds about his face and neck had already begun to swell and sour...
"I will not lie to you, Sir Knight, his wounds are grave. If they heal at all they shall be long in the doing," Zaia confesses after changing the bandages.
"Do all you can doctor and leave the rest to the Lord," you reply. The words are more habit then faith as a thousand unanswered questions churn in your mind "It is the best any of us can do."
Henri meanwhile had been forbidden to hold not just a sword but anything in his right hand until it is set straight, leaving the boy caught between anger and shame. He would have been swiftest to reach the ship if he were hale, or so at least he thinks. For your part caution is preferable to haste in making it back to the ship given that you had seen at least one body on the way here.
With a sigh you roll up the parchment which you had been been holding completed in hand for a while now and set out to find the most hale pair to carry it back to the ship. You would be left with the wounded, walking and not... at least they would be easier to manage.
As you leave the tower however you are greeted by the doctor with Inge in his shadow. She says something which you are almost certain is a greeting so you return in kind.
"She does not want to burn the bodies, nor bury them Sir Knight, though she seems more opposed to the former than the latter..." the doctor begins.
"A pity then that we do not have so many strong arms to dig," you reply, not harshly but leaving little room for contradiction. You had thirty two bodies in all to dispose of and dispose of them you as swiftly as you are able, lest some cursed power reach out to them again.
"Eku Ikomi ime anu," the girl interjects, pulling on the doctor's sleeve.
"You saw her talking to the gulls...?" He shakes his head. "It sounds mad to say it, but so it is." At your sympathetic nod he continues. "I think she sent them searching, she lead me to a stockpile of wood here in the village. I think she wants us to build a raft and send the bodies out to sea."
What do you do?
[] Try to build the raft and set the bodies adrift (will take two days)
[] Burn the bodies over Inge's objections
[] Write in
OOC: One of your men crit failed against infection in spite of Zaia rolling very well for treatment quality. 
