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Arcadius
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When at sea, dare to stick your head underneath the water's surface. Open your eyes, ignore the stinging from the dissolved salt, and watch for a while. What will you see? Small fish, large fish, cornucopia of life. Pull your head back above, and look at the surface again. What will you see? A blueish, wavy surface, maybe foam, couple of twigs or other flotsam.
As I stood there, sand shaking under my boots, I wondered what kind of creature was going to surface from this dry ocean, and more importantly, whether it was hungry or not. The reality, as per custom, prooved to be much weirder than expected.
"Well, not sure about you tw-" Arcadius started, but before he could address his two compatriots, Ray was already gone to the watering hole. Arcadius sighted and joined him to refill his canteen. Doing so, he continued to talk. "We should find this C.T., to whom those two belonged, and at least thank them. Box of chocolates, or something. Pretty sure we have cargo hold full of petty trinkets. But anyway," he stood back up and looked at the group of women. "We have work to do."
The navigator walked towards the gathering, his now slightly tattered longcoat, covered in fine dust from the day in the sandbox, lightly flickering behind him in the early evening's breeze. "Good evening, ladies. My name is Michael Arcadius, and I am led to believe one of you is the owner of those two crocodiles that just passed by. I would like to express sincere thanks from me and my group, for if not for following those two over here, we would surely perish from thirst in the desert," he made his introduction, friendly smile on his face.
As I stood there, sand shaking under my boots, I wondered what kind of creature was going to surface from this dry ocean, and more importantly, whether it was hungry or not. The reality, as per custom, prooved to be much weirder than expected.
"Well, not sure about you tw-" Arcadius started, but before he could address his two compatriots, Ray was already gone to the watering hole. Arcadius sighted and joined him to refill his canteen. Doing so, he continued to talk. "We should find this C.T., to whom those two belonged, and at least thank them. Box of chocolates, or something. Pretty sure we have cargo hold full of petty trinkets. But anyway," he stood back up and looked at the group of women. "We have work to do."
The navigator walked towards the gathering, his now slightly tattered longcoat, covered in fine dust from the day in the sandbox, lightly flickering behind him in the early evening's breeze. "Good evening, ladies. My name is Michael Arcadius, and I am led to believe one of you is the owner of those two crocodiles that just passed by. I would like to express sincere thanks from me and my group, for if not for following those two over here, we would surely perish from thirst in the desert," he made his introduction, friendly smile on his face.