Place: Avalon Avenger
Interaction: Verrax @W0lf d3m0n
The Shadowmount Isles. Barik had heard every story, myth, and legend there was to be told about that damned little cluster of islands. Every single one made it very clear that anyone with any sense of self-preservation would stay well away from them. However, Barik now found himself on a direct course straight for them. It was for a good cause of course. The queen needed to be found and delivered to her rightful place in Glasston, but good intentions did not make for any safer a journey.
The voyage was not off to a great start. At least not in Barik's opinion. The seas were rougher than normal so close to the mainland. Despite his years as a sailor, Barik was not superstitious as most seafarers tended to be. He had always put his faith in wood, steel, and gunpowder. Still, given their destination and the unusually unwelcoming sea, he couldn't help but see it as some kind of bad omen and it made him feel uneasy. This uneasiness would never show on his face of course. As the first mate he needed to set an example. If he were uneasy, the crew would be also. If they weren't already that is.
As the seas tossed and rocked the Avenger Barik busied himself with making sure everything was secure and running smoothly. It was far too early in their voyage for anything to start going wrong, so he was going to make sure that nothing did. As he was making his rounds a sailor approached him and introduced himself as Sergeant Malagon. Wasn't this the lad who had been spending all his time at the railing? Barik looked him over. He may be a Sergeant on land, but not at sea. As far as Barik was concerned he was just another sailor, and not a very good one considering he couldn't even hold his breakfast.
"Well, lad, if you're done losing your breakfast to the sea you can go around and check the guns," Barik told him. "Make sure the wheels on the carriages are locked. If one of them starts rolling someone is going to lose a foot."