As the sky darkened, the strengthening wind pushed the Elfleda even faster toward the bay at Avery's Isle. But luckily, the storm seemed to be gathering mostly behind them. "Looks like it'll miss us!" cried out Captain Harris Thorne, almost sounding disappointed to miss the opportunity to battle a raging sea.
"Those that'll be going to shore, get ready," the captains voice boomed, easily heard above the sounds of the sea. "We'll be settin' anchor in the bay and you'll take the dinghy ta shore."
Already the sailors were working to lower the sails.
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"Perhaps just one for me too," Cedric said, coming up toward the rather sea-sick looking elf and the beautiful lady who was the bearer of ale. He produced a wooden stein that was hung from a leather strap on his belt and poured himself a full mug. "Wouldn't want any to spill!" He took a gulp, the roughening sea making him lose a little down his stubble and onto his shirt, but he didn't seem to pay it any mind besides wiping it away with the sleeve of his shirt. "You two planning on going ashore to meet the Constable?"