The Sea At A Steady Speed

“If any of the seamen refuse to perform their services, or passengers to pass their freight; If any refuse to help, in person or purse, towards the common charges or defense; If any refuse to obey the common laws and orders of the ship, concerning their common peace or preservation; – I say, I never denied, but in such cases, whatever is pretended, the commander or commanders may judge, resist, compel, and punish such transgressors, according to their deserts and

Alistar waved his hand dismissively. "You're a veteran, the new bloods don't get to double cross their point man on the first mission they run. Treachery is earned."

"Though you do not want to challenge the throne, how about your subjects? They might put the imperial yellow robe on you!"

There was no way I would let any of the Queen's Guard go free. The man has to know that. I applaud him mentally for having the nerve to ask. He certainly is no coward. If I reveal myself, I would have no choice but to cut them all down. Not an option. Instead, I hold my breath and wait. After a few moment's more discussion, the soldiers head back in the

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. Now you’re going to slide your pistol toward me, and if you try anything, my men will kill you.”

“You mean the prince of those traitorous orcs that broke our agreement to sharing our supplies and

"But you planned the battle. I'm sure that my companions will agree with me that this fact invalidates you as commander of the army."

“Do you want me to go, sire? Leave the kingdom? Would that be easier for you?”

"Ohhh man." She whined to herself as she looked up at the bulkhead and ran her hands through her golden locks. Pulling her own hair in frustration she thought about what sort of punishment she was about to receive for violating a direct order.

“To be exact, it’s four thousand, four hundred ad forty-four enemy soldiers,” I told him, unable to keep the glee out of my voice. “They aren’t as advanced or

“I have about two hundred men on my estate. I have one small group of men who has some paramilitary training. The vast majority are plain old farmhands; we wouldn’t stand a chance against a professional military.”

You should be proud that you have been chosen to join us, after all, we are the ones that are going to eliminate the psychotic outsiders forever. Those people are pimples on the face of humanity, rats, living on the outskirts of civilisation." He paused and then smiled, his smile was one of those awful smiles that only go halfway up your face, almost like a smirk, instantly I felt uneasy. "I can already tell that it's only a matter of time before you make me proud! Will you will be one of our best fighters huh son?" He says expectantly, my stomach gives a lurch of disgust as I comprehend what he is talking about but even so, he is expecting an answer so I manage to choke one

Samson laughs. “I wasn’t a good man at that stage. I ceased being a good man the moment Meredith removed me from my duties. By the time I returned, the order was not what it was, and that, Commander Cullen, was none of my doing.”

“No, but the crew is making the final preparations as we speak with the remaining supplies brought aboard shortly. Soldiers have been carrying supplies down to the hold all morning, and I suspect we will set sail within the hour.”

“The captain was right in asking me not hurting you, since not only were you telling the truth, you are also a great person” Siri added in a humble tone. “Anyway, the captain is almost always right. It must be because he gathers the knowledge of the nobles and the instinct and the tenacity of the warriors.” Siri’s voice became dreamy and her face lit.