Adal
The sun blared down onto Adal's black hair, setting it ablaze with a heat that made him drip with sweat. Slumped over the side of the teetering ship, sick to his stomach from the tremors caused by crashing waves, the man quite seriously believed he would throw up all of that morning's breakfast he'd had earlier. Or maybe all of his innards.
"Sir, you're not really looking so good," a familiar voice chirped behind him, forcing him to turn his head uneasily from the rail of the ship. "You're sure you'd rather not eat something?"
He found himself shaking his head and slowly straightening his spine. His quickly swiped away any sweat that gathered at his brow and smiled. "I'll be fine, Reynold. It just seems I'm not fit for long voyages on these ships! I'll adjust soon enough."
To that, his friend merely chuckled and walked back to the front deck whistling a low tune. Adal could only manage a sigh. I still haven't adjusted after a few weeks. This isn't too good. I may need some medicine from below.
It'd been a while since he last wrote down anything in his journal, but it was hard to make any new finds or observations when there was only a vast expanse of blue around him. It was futile to even try to come up with new things to write; he'd written it all down already within the first week. He remembered how excited he was initially, taking note of the wind and weather they'd come across, the sea creatures he'd managed to only glimpse briefly before they returned to the depths. It was becoming more and more repetitive and it made him stir-crazy to no end. Even the faintest of doubts began to cross his mind, whether or not there truly was an island that was out in the vast gulf. It was hard to even imagine how some piece of land could have traveled so far, but Adal was a firm believer in the ounce of truth that made up the legends of old. His ancestors knew something was up, it merely got distorted with time and the passing on from ear to ear...
A low bellow from the crow's nest interrupted the researcher's train of thought. "There is land ahead!"
A silence, followed by a loud, collective "What?" burst from every corner of the ship, the word even managing to spit itself forward from Adal's mouth. The twenty or so members of the expedition scrambled towards the front of the ship, narrowing their eyes and whispering amongst themselves. "Where is it?" "I can't see a damned thing! Not with your bloody big head in the way!" "Hush now, stop squirming!" "I'm sure he's just joking, ain't he?"
All doubts erased, Adal joined them at the front, shushing their mumbles and focusing his gaze on the horizon. Though it was faint at first, the few minutes that passed by allowed it to come into view: an island, just like the legends described it. "The Isle of Izohir," Adal croaked, finally forgetting about his seasickness from before.
Mira
"There, the ship! It's headed for the bay!"
Mira blinked, allowing her eyes to follow the tip of a guard's finger to the exact object he pointed towards. Her family had been called to the watch tower at the bay to observe the approaching ship, coming up with the best plan possible to deal with the mysterious threat. She didn't quite see it as a threat though; it was more of a box in which no one knew what lay inside. It could've been a gift or perhaps it was empty. Or if what her family said about outsiders were true...
"It's best we guide them to the shore, then deal with them when they come off the boat. If they are hostile, we will resort to our forces. In preparation, gather those who are capable of fighting and protecting. Guards and Hunters will come with us when we guide them to the castle. Let messengers know to keep mothers and children safely indoors," her silk-like voice stated, not a single tremor of fear showing in the words. Her words hushed the others around her and they stared for a few seconds before nodding in agreement, shouting orders to the messengers to fetch those needed.
Mira turned to her parents, her eyes shining. "I will greet them by the docks. You should return to the castle so as to hear what they have to say. If anything happens before then, our forces will dispose of them before it reaches you or the people." They also agreed, hastily making their way to their residence. Yet through it all, the princess's excitement fluttered in her stomach and she couldn't help bounce in her step as she made her way down to the bay.
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With the guards and hunters behind her, Mira waited patiently for the ship to settle. Each moment lasted an eternity, yet no one thought to say a word. They were all on edge, but Mira stood tall with a hand on the hilt of her sword. She could not let her beating heart give her away, her nervousness peak her voice. She needed to remain the stronger one at the bay, knowing her people watched from the windows.
The ship's passengers were odd-looking, paled and thin, tall, with looks of awe plastered onto their faces. The man who seemed to be their leader moved towards her, hand outstretched. He breathed in, words beginning to form in his chest, but Mira cut him off.
"Before you speak, drop any weapons you have here and proceed to the boats at the end of the docks. We will take you to those who rule our homeland," she spoke, her tongue like a sharp knife that seemingly caused the man to flinch and retract his hand. The outsiders murmured quietly before dropping the few mysterious weapons in their hands, following down the line to the boats. Mira made sure the leader took the first boat that she intended to ride. But before then, she glanced behind her.
"You two, hunters. Sit beside me, please," Mira commanded, gesturing to the boat that contained a dazed, mesmerized Adal. With the hunters, she took her seat and they started to row between the cliffs into the heart of the city.
It was mostly quiet, unnaturally so. It unnerved Mira, so she looked at the hunters pointedly. As much as she hated conversation, she hated the silence even more. "Your names?"