Dragon Soul 1 by Dante King

Author:Dante King [King, Dante]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-05-15T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

Nights on the ship were a communal affair. One of the crew, Quan, was responsible for cooking. He’d been an innkeeper before joining the Rebellion, and he had a knack for stretching the provisions on board The Orphan.

Of course, with half the crew dead, there was more food than expected to go around.

While one of the crew, Calvary, kept watch from the tallest tree she could climb, the rest of the crew ate at a long table set up on The Orphan’s main deck. Everyone was in good spirits, talking about the progress that had been made on repairs to the ship. Even Marchello was excitedly telling anyone who would listen all about what he had found in the Tomb’s library.

Even though their situation was dire—stranded in a twisted jungle, with only the ghost of a millennia-old tyrant for company, waiting on supplies to arrive from a far-off village—Mark had to admit the atmosphere was warm and friendly. He was reminded of the camaraderie of a work crew at a bar after a long shift, the good cheer that comes from having done an honest day’s work, building something real.

“Have you seen Jacqlyn?” Mark asked Amalica as she took a seat next to him. She smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek before answering.

“I think she’s still down in the hold,” she said. “I went down there to see if there was anything I could use to stitch together a scabbard for her new sword, and it looked like she was practicing the meditation movements.”

Mark frowned. “She has to know it’s supper time. I think I’ll go down there and see what’s up.”

Amalica put her hand on his arm as he moved to stand. “Mark just… be careful with her. She would hate me for telling you this, but she’s not happy about the direction her training with the King is going.”

“Right,” Mark said with a sigh. “Yeah. She didn’t like being a drake, I can’t imagine how she’s reacting to being told her ideal self has horns, wings, and a tail.”

“Listen, I know you care about her. I care about her, too. I think what she needs right now, is to know there are people she can lean on. That love her, and that she can trust.”

Mark squeezed her hand. “Anyone ever told you that you should be a psychiatrist?”

“I have my hands full just being a healer,” she said with a smile. “Let alone whatever the heck one of those is.”

Mark laughed. “Sorry. Save some food for us, we’ll be back in a sec.”

Mark swung his legs out from under the long table and headed for the stairs down to the cargo deck, located by the forecastle. Once he reached the cargo deck, he took the next flight down to the steerage deck, the lowest deck in the sky galleon.

The hold was where The Orphan kept most of its supplies. Liberty had a policy of keeping a month’s worth of food, spare rope, planks for

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