The Navigator's Throne by Kell Inkston

Author:Kell Inkston [Inkston, Kell]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-03-14T16:00:00+00:00

All Roads lead to Death

“CAPTAINING!” Boris yells triumphantly through the open air of the mysteriously-oxygenated cave section, rushing up to The Captain while holding Cole like a recently-hunted morsel of food.

“Ahh,” The Captain says. He’s impaled on a jagged stalagmite and slowly pulling his body out off while bandaging up the damage. “Well that’s one.”

Boris slams down the wildly convulsing Cole with an excited plop. “IT LOOKS LIKE THE LAUDANUM ISN’T OF THE WORKING.”

The Captain looks over Cole, who is simultaneously laughing and drooling while flailing on the ground. “Is his line working?”

Boris looks to the oxygen and tow lines, gives them a little wiggle, then looks over to Cole’s suit to read his gauges. “THEY CERTAINLY OF THE ARE.”

“So it must be the eldritch… hmm.” The Captain pauses a moment, recovering himself to open up his box of anti-occult goodies.

“WHAT IS OF IT?”

The Captain inspects the bottle he used for Cole. He opens the bottle and squeezes a bit along his bandages for a taste. His mummified face squinting perceptively only a moment, he jolts back, pushing his upper torso along the stalagmite a bit. “Oh, Estradia you slithery little…” The Captain sighs. “This definitely isn’t just occult laudanum.”

“WHAT IS OF THE IT, THEN?”

The Captain gestures Boris over, just in case. Boris steps over, and The Captain whispers against his shell.

There’s a short pause, where the two fight back the laughter from the sheer inconvenience of the situation.

“WOW, THAT IS OF THE REALLY BAD!”

“Indeed. The eldritch haven’t even started their physical attack it seems, he’s just tripping out and he got misdirected by them: doubly disturbing to him, I’m sure.”

The giant lobster looks over to Cole, who’s grinning under his helmet lens. “WILL HE BE OF THE OKAYING?”

“Of course, it’s not like he didn’t literally die at Irefall’s. Now go find the other line and get Grancis. It’s going to be a pain to find the two sorts, so we should get the other easy one out of the way first.”

Boris fires off a quick salute. “OH CAPTAINING MY CAPTAINING!” Boris races off, following the other line into the swallowing, obviously supernatural darkness.

The Captain sighs, and gets back to work on unimpaling himself from the stalagmite.

“Clever bastards,” he whispers to himself with a bitter tone.

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