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| Stewart-Halfling |
Stewart had taken to tending to the old man whose wounds
appeared to be both physical and mental, his sleep assaulted by
nightmares. For several weeks the Old
Man hardly moved. Stewart spent most of
his time convincing the ship captain that they were not inviting death and
disease aboard The Waterhawk by saving the old man. The truth was the Halfling wanted to know all
he could about this old man that somehow lived through the jailer’s prison and
felt he owed it to a fellow survivor to give his best. Somewhere around the sixth week The Captain
informed Stewart that if the old man wasn’t at least conscious by the time of
their first ship moot they would place him in a small boat and leave him to the
Sea’s fate.
First the weather began to work in the old man’s favor,
turning so bad that their arrival at the moot was delayed, giving the old man
even longer to recover. When the
Waterhawk finally arrived at the moot Stewart thought he had failed the old
man, whose only communication had been mad ravings during his nightmares. The Captain and his crew were quick to begin
their introductions to the other ships, the old man briefly forgotten but
Stewart knew he was down to his last hours. Looking down at the old man Stewart wondered
why he couldn’t just think him awake.
The Halfling fell over backwards in shock when the old man opened his
eyes staring at Stewart a moment before
croaking out, “Water…who..where are we? MY Amulet! Where is it!?”
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