Christopher Robinson
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Breaching the surface was an epic moment – even for a carrack. Storms moved the water in the ocean in unique patterns. The depths were affected differently than the surface – most notably they were calmer. Powerful still, but not riotous. As we departed the relative peace of that layer the force of moving waves seemed to shock everyone, freezing them in place. Then the bow split the surface to the report of crashing thunder and forks of lightning in the air. Hurricane winds whipped rain about us like…-
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There were a thousand things to be done in a limited time frame. An entirely new crew of cursed beings were orienting themselves around my broken ship. A hostile choir of sirens were sizing them up, trying to decide if killing on principle was worth the effort. Notifications for each and every crewmember were swimming at the crest of my subconscious, just waiting to be recognized. Above those notifications came the notification about my new ship and everything about it. There also seemed to be some skill…
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Domenic began his story aboard the whaling ship Unfortunatly Nilfheim, their sworn enemy, has hired the pirate mercenary Captain Jack to capture the princess and the cargo of the Domenic is not Jack’s prisoner for long, soon being weighted down and sent to the bottom of the sea. There, rather than drowning in the abyss, he encounters Davy Jones. It seems that the legend of the sea has had his eye on Domenic. Domenic makes a deal with Jones. At first glance the deal is everything Domenic could have…
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Happy New Year! I’m back! Well, quasi-back. Here’s an update: I’m settling into a new home and a new job position. I *AM* taking the time to start writing Seaborn again, though! The thing with that is due to the aforementioned new home/job my writing time is sporadic, and will be for the foreseeable future. I’ve written two new chapters that I’ve released on Patreon – that was a ‘thank-you’ to the awesome list of crazy people who stuck around on Patreon for the months I was away with no…
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There was a well-established road winding around town up the cliffs. We asked around and got directions. Apparently visitors were welcome there – the pieces were just as much about discouraging people from trying anything as they were about sinking vessels. Me and my companion – I couldn’t think of him as a slave and calling him my crewman felt pitiful when he was the only one – both wanted to test our endurance and bottom out our stamina. The kitsune wasn’t in his prime, though. In addition to…
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We continued our journey north without any more interference from the sirens, though we kept a close eye out. Kuko gradually recovered his charmed wits, though he still swore by the beauty and goodness of his predators. I spent more and more time with the slaves. Burdette didn’t like the influence I had with the crew and more than happy to have me assist Myota on his medical rounds instead. We were still criminally under-crewed, so I wasn’t released from my duties, merely shuffled around a bit so my…
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I didn’t sleep much, which was for the better since I wanted to spend as much time healing as possible. My spell did wonders, but my back was far from whole. I didn’t look forward to the recovery period – shortened as it may have been. When I could feel dawn readying itself on the horizon with a fresh storm, I ended my therapy session. I removed myself from my knotted harness and then anchored myself. The effect was swinging down through the water like a pendulum, below the keel of the boat and then…
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The last time I was in a hold with facing a situation like this, my enemies had kindly allowed me plenty of time of take stock of the situation and plan. Captain Burdette was not so patient. Scarcely two minutes had passed from the moment Zamari fled to the moment the Captain stormed into the hold with a face like thunder. “What bloody madness has sunk in down here?” I’d donned a gambeson from my bag on the chance that this indeed turned into a fight. With my movement buffs Kane had agreed that…
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Once Donovan was out of sight, Captain Burdette turned a baleful eye on me again. “He a friend of yours?” “Only when he’s pouring my drink,” I said casually. True, I wouldn’t have called Donovan a friend, but I really didn’t want to get involved in whatever ire the Captain had for the innkeeper. Burdette nodded. “I can tell you have the experience, so I’ll not waste much time.” He quickly asked about my relevant expertise, and I responded quickly and honestly. He wasn’t about to…
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I made sure to avoid the notice of the roving shapeshifter as I made my escape. When I felt I was out of immediate danger, I reviewed my prompts. I stopped swimming, stunned into immobility. It was only the slight upward buoyancy of my drifting body that snapped me back into motion. I didn’t like being called out on feelings I buried. The message was right; my passive attitude about the absence of my father was a front. I’d always felt abandoned by the man, or worse – discarded. The idea that my…
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