No, you're just being silly, Marschal, it is just a ship and nothing more he thought to himself, clenching his fists against the sides of his legs. He paused in his tracks, squeezed his eyes shut briefly, and repeated in his head a few times that he was going to be all right taking a ship ride. Moments later, the young man opened his eyes and continued on his path until he had reached the city docks and a ship that was available.
"I need a ride to Beanstalk Village," Marschal shouted up to the captain, who was standing on the main deck of the ship called, The Migrator. Waving his hand partially, he was able to gain the attention of a white-haired, white-bearded man, who then descended the stairs connected to the ship deck.
"Beanstalk Village, ye say, aye?" he repeated, stuffing his thumbs into the pockets of his pants, and nodding to Marschal approvingly. "A'ight; pay up the fee to board me ship, boy, and me hopes that ye have yer sea legs, or yer in for one hell of a ship ride."
Right, that was just the words of confidence that the Black Rose mage was searching for from the ship's captain; he did not have his sea legs. Digging into his coat pocket, the teenager picked out a few jewels and handed them to the significantly older man, who looked like he should not be running a ship anymore. He watched as the man eyed the jewels, as if he did not believe them to be real, then stuff them into his pants pocket when he was satisfied they were.
"Name's Captain Finger, and I's be yer chauffeur for the time being," the gruff man introduced himself.
"Right. . . and I'll be your one and only mage aboard the ship," Marschal answered sarcastically, pushing past the man to walk up the steps. He avoided looking downward as well, keeping a hand tightly grasping the railing of the movable staircase, like he did not trust it. All of this was a bad idea, but he had already paid the price to get on the ship, so now he would have to go through with the ride if he did not want to lose out on jewels.
The captain followed him up the stairs, though no other words were exchanged between the two of them as they boarded. Instead, Marschy took his chance of silence and slipped away, down into hold of the ship, where he ducked into an empty room. He was not sure how long it had been after he had disappeared into the ship, but what felt like moments later, the ship was now rocking gently from side to side. It made him sick--the rocking motion--but he stayed put in his bed and waited out the ship ride the best that he could. Hours later, the motion sick Marschal clambered out of his bed at the captain's call, and sidled his way to the top. Holding his stomach with one had, bile threatening to leave his body, he joined the rest of the crew as they neared Fiore's docking station close to Beanstalk Village. The relief of knowing he was almost to land washed over him like a wave in the ocean tides, and he collapsed happily to the deck's floor.
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