Limitless Seas Book 1: Privateer (A LitRPG Adventure) by Dean Henegar

Author:Dean Henegar [Henegar, Dean]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, azw3
Published: 2020-12-29T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

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Larson awoke with a start. He hadn’t died again; he had apparently just been sleeping. Maybe his new body did need a longer period of rest, at least occasionally. He was thirsty, hungry, and confused about how long he had been out. From the position of the sun shining through the window of his cabin, he judged that it was midday, well past the time a captain needed to be going about his duties. He gathered his things, checking that the coins had been untouched during his rest before leaving the cabin.

“Captain on deck!” Tarley shouted. The man was at the tiller, as usual, keeping the Gull Dropping on her course. Larson slithered aft to join his first mate. “Glad you’re up, Captain. Given your normal sleeping habits, or lack thereof, I was starting to get a bit worried.”

“Just how long have I been out?” Larson asked.

“A good fourteen hours, give or take,” Tarley replied to Larson’s shock.

“I didn’t intend to be out that long. What’s our status?”

“Nogreb reports the repairs are holding up quite nicely. The ogre does good work, I’m happy to say. The crew has been worn to the bone, but we’re headed in the right direction and should make port in another week or so,” Tarley reported.

“Excellent, I’ll see if I can speed our passage a bit,” Larson said, embarrassed to have slept so long. He had tried showing the crew that he was willing to work harder than any of them. Time would tell how often his body would need these longer periods of rest.

Larson made the rounds through his ship, inspecting everything and showing the crew he was back at work. The men and women of his crew did look tired, but the overall mood had been good since they were on their way back to civilization. Nogreb gave him an update on the ship, his tone and mannerisms closely guarded, giving Larson no hint as to his reaction to their previous conversation.

Thankfully, the hold remained dry and the repairs, while necessarily rough given the tools available, were well crafted. The prisoners were still secured to an oar. Larson made sure they hadn’t been abused and were given a ration of food and water. He still wasn’t sure what to do with them. Was there even any law enforcement to turn them over to? It might just be best to kick them overboard before they reached port.

“Not throwsing up my meat anymore,” Bartholomew said as Larson approached the area where the ogre had been nesting during the trip.

“Yes, but it does seem that the sea intends to disagree with us in every manner it can, brother,” Bug added. His head still looked a little green around the gills.

“Tell me, what are your plans once we make port?” Larson asked the ogre, curious where he would head next.

“That depends on our reception at Stratwall Harbor. The Free Isles are quite tolerant of the various races, but an ogre? Well, we still can cause a bit of consternation among some of the local governing bodies.

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