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Galt was not tracker, but he had an eye for detail and the body to keep up with it. He and Jess hurried up the beach, the thief having grabbed a fallen cutlass and pistol from the eerie spot where the men had been taken. He hadn't asked permission, but to his surprise Jess hadn't cared. That meant she was too preoccupied in her worries or too desperate to really call him out, or perhaps both. He didn't blame her. Honestly he wondered why he was following her now, and after a brief moment of thought he judged his chances of survival with her, even going into the bosom of whatever eldritch horror that awaited, was better than waiting on the beach or rowing up to the ship of pirates who would likely look at him as a bit of sport. He imagined his legs dangling over the deck, neck broken from the heavy fall of a hanging, in the air day and night as the crew drank and took shots at his corpse.
No, he would take his chance with the woman, though doubtless he would regret it later. He had been in sticky situations before, he reminded himself. Hopefully his luck hadn't run out.
The two found a small but serviceable road cutting through the jungle, forming a yawning maw to enter like some gateway into another realm of reality. So out of place was it the thief and the pirate both looked at one another in confusion for a brief moment, unsure of what to do, before Jess casually brushed her thick braid behind her shoulder and strode forward. Galt followed close behind, weapons braced. The stones of the road seemed impossibly ancient, squared stones set together by impressively precise architects that were surprisingly clean. The symbols on the stones were mesmerizing, yet almost impossible to follow with your eyes. He found it hurt to keep looking, and so he kept his eyes ahead and around them. Jess led the way, sword held with the loose grip of a deadly swordsman. Somehow, he felt fairly confident walking with her, as if whatever monsters were ahead, he felt more sorry for them than the pirate captain.
The jungle was dense, ferns poking out from the enclosed 'walls' of foliage that surrounded them as they walked. Every now and then eyes would peer out at them, but when Galt would give a closer look, they would disappear as if they had never been. Galt kept alert, but as hoped for, the two did not run into an adversary until they reached the end of the road. In the distance, they saw the jungle parted, with two great torches alight, framing the road. Beyond them, a large mass of something half slithered, half wound past the opening. If Galt hadn't been mistaken, it held a huge axe in its hands.
"We need to get off the road and go arou-" Galt began to say, but Jess had already grabbed his forearm and pulled him into the jungle, the idea evidently coming to her at the same moment.
"Keep quiet, landlubber." She warned as Galt stumbled in. He found his footing, still not brazen enough to point out it was her yanking that had caused him to ruffle the foliage. He pulled a leaf out of his black head of hair and followed behind her, the captain move like a born skirmisher through the brush, until they both nestled behind a grove of ferns just before the treeline's ending. Beyond their hiding spot, the ziggurat loomed into the air. It dominated the landscape like a mountain, with an air of timelessness about it. If some scholar had told Galt it was as old as the sun, he might believe it.
No, he would take his chance with the woman, though doubtless he would regret it later. He had been in sticky situations before, he reminded himself. Hopefully his luck hadn't run out.
The two found a small but serviceable road cutting through the jungle, forming a yawning maw to enter like some gateway into another realm of reality. So out of place was it the thief and the pirate both looked at one another in confusion for a brief moment, unsure of what to do, before Jess casually brushed her thick braid behind her shoulder and strode forward. Galt followed close behind, weapons braced. The stones of the road seemed impossibly ancient, squared stones set together by impressively precise architects that were surprisingly clean. The symbols on the stones were mesmerizing, yet almost impossible to follow with your eyes. He found it hurt to keep looking, and so he kept his eyes ahead and around them. Jess led the way, sword held with the loose grip of a deadly swordsman. Somehow, he felt fairly confident walking with her, as if whatever monsters were ahead, he felt more sorry for them than the pirate captain.
The jungle was dense, ferns poking out from the enclosed 'walls' of foliage that surrounded them as they walked. Every now and then eyes would peer out at them, but when Galt would give a closer look, they would disappear as if they had never been. Galt kept alert, but as hoped for, the two did not run into an adversary until they reached the end of the road. In the distance, they saw the jungle parted, with two great torches alight, framing the road. Beyond them, a large mass of something half slithered, half wound past the opening. If Galt hadn't been mistaken, it held a huge axe in its hands.
"We need to get off the road and go arou-" Galt began to say, but Jess had already grabbed his forearm and pulled him into the jungle, the idea evidently coming to her at the same moment.
"Keep quiet, landlubber." She warned as Galt stumbled in. He found his footing, still not brazen enough to point out it was her yanking that had caused him to ruffle the foliage. He pulled a leaf out of his black head of hair and followed behind her, the captain move like a born skirmisher through the brush, until they both nestled behind a grove of ferns just before the treeline's ending. Beyond their hiding spot, the ziggurat loomed into the air. It dominated the landscape like a mountain, with an air of timelessness about it. If some scholar had told Galt it was as old as the sun, he might believe it.
