88th of Winter of 511 AV.
Stefan spent two years in the Laviku’s Pride, under the command of captain Marysol. He got stabbed more times that he cared to remember, killed more men that he could count, tried drugs and alcohol which he never heard about before, got sick with various exotic illnesses, visited almost every city with a port in Mizahar, bedded at least one woman in every one of them, crossed the entire Suvan Sea various times, got new tattoos in his body –a miza on his left shoulder and, on stylized letter, the inscription “Of Wine, Women & Song” on his upper back –, sailed through storms, swam until his arms were at the point of falling off and raided various ships of any kinds. And he survived everything.
Laddie, his good friend, was almost like a brother to him, as they were inseparable. He did teach him how to fish, how to fight with a dagger, and how to sail –the basics of survival at sea– and in exchange, Stefan spent some time teaching him how to read and write, and even some stories of faraway places. Stefan also acted like a brother, but on a more unusual way; for example, in the celebration of Laddie’s birthday, Stefan purchased the services of a prostitute in Sunberth for him. His “little brother” never stopped thanking him for that. He even tattooed the face of the Benshira prostitute on his right shoulder, and even though Stefan adviced than that was too hasty, he didn’t listened.
Stefan also became quite popular in the crew, mostly because he became the shantyman and the musician that played under the deck for entertainment. He did make some friends among the crew, especially Iman, how truly appreciated the small, but important role that Stefan played on the ship.
It was a fine life, of adventures, freedom, thrill and everything else.
But even though, the crew of the Laviku’s Pride was nervous, and they had reason to be.
The crew heard the news in Riverfall: a big storm was about to come. And it wasn’t any ordinary storm; it was something straight out of a nightmare, something to do with Djed, and the result would not be pretty. If everything that was told to them was true, they had slim chances of survival.
And as soon as the first small drops of water began to fall on the deck of the Laviku’s Pride, and the water started to get a little turbulent, everybody started to get incredibly nervous, but at the orders of the Captain Marysol, the crew started to work as hard as they could. That was their only hope.
Stefan, showing proudly the tattoo of the miza on his right shoulder, and yet wearing a leather vest and a colourful bandana over his head to keep his hair out of his face, as well as a small, yet messy beard, tied the knots as hard as he could to avoid the ropes from breaking off, just as Laddie, the now not so young Svefra taught him.
“Come on, Stefan! The Captain ordered full sail! We need to get to the Anchorage Flotilla before the storm gets worse!” Laddie said in Fratava while tying the knot as a professional. He became a rough, yet short man, yet still stronger that his “brother” Stefan. On his shoulder, there was the portrait of the beautiful Benshira prostitute, and on his face, a light stubble and his big, blue eyes.
“Aye, aye, I’m doing the best than I can!” Stefan replied in the same language while pulling the rope on the fore-mast, just for Laddie to tie the ropes as hard as he could. Among them there were the other sailors, doing the same job in an agitated manner, scared, yet ready for anything. It was the way of life, after all.
“Brother, at the rate of which this storm is brewing, we will not have the slightest chance to success! We need to cut the ropes of the main sails!” the young Svefra gave Stefan a steel dagger, and he smiled while putting it in his belt.
“Such language, Laddie. Wonder where you got that up...”
“I learned from the most incompetent teacher!” he said with a loud chuckle “But of course, everything I learned will be useless in Laviku’s Laundry Room!”
“Keep dreaming, Laddie! You will not get rid of me so easily! After we survive the rum’s on me!” and with that, Stefan started to climb ratlines, just as Laddie told him to. Firm grasp, steady footing, calm nerves, don’t mind the burn of your hands, and don’t be afraid of the height.
Stefan was right on top of the mast, but couldn’t go any further, thanks to the scenes in front of him. The sea was raging, with the waters forming dangerous waves and foam. The wind was blowing like an angry scream, and the crew beneath him was running barefoot to not to trip on the slippery floor, all while the Captain manned the ship and the quartermaster shouted orders. Everything was pure chaos, pure fear, and pure need for survival that could be tasted in the rain that feel out of the dark, cloudy sky.
And as Stefan’s heart pounded like a rhythmic drum, he smiled widely. Now, this was exciting! There was just one thing that was needed: something that gives these Laviku’s forsaken sailors some courage. So, on top of the rigging, Stefan started to sing with a loud, clear voice, and as he sang, the crew followed with the chorus. It was a shanty he knew quite well, and knew that there would be a proper time to use it. It was this time.
Breaking the waves, a ride on the wild raging sea
Playing with fortune oh, what a lust to be free
Flashlights and thunder, the prattering rain in the hull
From a stormy horizon we get our course
The cry of freedom!
Face in the wind, we're riding the storm
We'll stay our course whatever will come
Wandering souls in the sea of the damned
Death or glory, oh, oh we're riding the storm
Cracks in the planks, the rigging moves upwards and down
Staggering masts, the pounding splash of the prow
The wind in our sails, our flag flies high on the top
From a stormy horizon we get our course
The cry of freedom!
Face in the wind, we're riding the storm
We'll stay our course whatever will come
Wandering souls in the sea of the damned
Death or glory, oh, oh we're riding the storm
Breaking the waves, a ride on the wild raging sea
Playing with fortune oh, what a lust to be free
Flashlights and thunder, the prattering rain in the hull
From a stormy horizon we get our course
The cry of freedom!
Face in the wind, we're riding the storm
We'll stay our course whatever will come
Wandering souls in the sea of the damned
Death or glory, oh, oh we're riding the storm
It worked like a charm. The courage could be felt as the crew roared, and when Stefan got up in the mast and started to cut the ropes that hold down the main sails, he could feel, indeed, that it was a cry of freedom. If he learnt something as a shantyman, is that morale was important.
But alas, it didn’t last long, as another cry from the quartermaster shouted something that did make Stefan, and almost all of the crew, afraid. Iman, the quartermaster gave a loud shout, which was heard from stern deck to prow.
“Rogue wave, port bow! Brace yourselves for impact!”
And as it was told, they did.
A giant wave, that Stefan could swear was more than 10 meters tall, though his memory often failed for that detail, crashed against the port of the Laviku’s Pride, shaking it, damaging it, and taking with it the members of the crew that weren’t lucky enough, or didn’t listen at time. The shock of the impact was enough to knock Stefan out of the mast, leaving him hanging from there, with the dagger clenched in his teeth. The wood was slippery, and he was about to fall to his doom... but he made a promise to Laddie. It was a good excuse as any, as long as he could survive, so taking chance and giving a silent prayer to Laviku, he leaped towards one side, and managed to get hold of the ratline.
Stefan’s heart was filled with joy as he managed to survive the disastrous impact. And now that the brig was going at full speed, they would most likely arrive to the Anchorage Flotilla in no time, without more loses. As soon as he got down on the ratline, he got near a rope at the mast and tied his waist with it. He was not going to die; not yet.
The waves continued to crash against the hull, but the brig resisted, and after an amount of time that he could not calculate, somebody yelled “The Anchorage Flotilla! I can see it! We made it!” Everybody, including Stefan himself, cheered loudly and gladly. They made it! It was hard to tell thanks to the dark of the storm, but they managed to get to it! Stefan would have to kept his promise, though, but he didn’t care.
But Laddie didn’t, as he was nowhere to be seen.