Harbinger: The Downfall - Book One by Travis I. Sivart

Author:Travis I. Sivart [Sivart, Travis I.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Talk of the Tavern Publishing Group
Published: 2016-03-09T22:00:00+00:00

Cite left Tildan’s cabin and went up to the quarterdeck. Jumper was at the wheel. It was tied to hold the course, but someone was always in attendance. The skinny man leaned against the permanent table behind the wheel that was used for maps. He peeled an orange and flicked the pieces of peel overboard. As he watched Cite approach a smile spread across Jumper’s face.

“Hello, glad to see you are still doing well,” Jumper said.

“I am, thanks. Just a bit shaken by the things that went on I guess,” Cite replied.

“Yeah, I know what you mean. I am pretty upset about it too. Maurence was a good one. He sure could guard like no one’s business.” He tossed the last bit of peel towards the rail and watched it bounce off and land on the deck. With a shrug he pulled a wedge from the orange, bit into it and licked the juices from his fingers as they dribbled down.

Cite tested to see if he could get any thoughts from the man without overdoing it and hurting himself or Jumper. He could feel Maurence in the other man’s thoughts, and they slipped to a large fish swimming by the hull of the ship.

“You have talked with Rogen; you know him a little bit. I don’t think he did it, do you?” Cite asked.

“Naw, I guess not.” Thoughts of Rogen drifted past lazily on the man’s thoughts. A rod then dominated the feeling and a line in the thoughts was let out to that waiting fish. “He is a slaver though, and the easiest way to keep your trip secret would be to kill everyone on board. He could do it, too. I think he really knows those weapons he lugs around. I hear they found almost a dozen different weapons in his things.”

The idea of going through Rogen’s personal things charged the man’s thoughts with excitement. The image changed to the fish being pulled on deck and its belly being slit, its guts spilling across the planks. Jumper smiled and looked at Cite and asked, “You said you liked fishing, how come you haven’t done any fishing with me?”

Cite was taken aback by the sudden change of topic. “I don’t know, no reason really.”

“Well maybe you can later. Come find me, I have some great bait and I think I can guarantee some good sport.” Jumper slid the last piece of orange into his mouth and wiggled it with his tongue. For a moment it appeared to be a living thing, trying to escape a predator. “Good eating too, I promise. Nothing more tasty.”

“I will do that.” Cite made one last attempt at trying to glean any information from the man’s thoughts. He only saw the image of dozens of fish hanging from the yardarm to dry, their bellies slit open.

Cite wandered the ship in the predawn light. The sun seemed to rise sooner and set later when there was nothing except the horizon for it to fall behind. It was still the morning watch, four bells.

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