#odyssey

While the sunset IS glorious, Art is far more enthralled by what comes next. While Silverwolf is fairly secluded when it comes to light pollution, it is still near several cities. Out here, there is nothing but the sea, the sky, and the stars, burning brightly.

The hours he spent hunched over the precious, soggy and salt-streaked navigation texts and charts bear fruit, as he is able to determine at least their rough location, and their proper bearing to get to land.

However, he DOES fall off the boat once while stepping forward with his head tilted too far UP, and Citrine proves a vital spot of light in finding him in the lapping waves and pulling the soggy lad back over to the dry side of the hull.

Thistle, meanwhile, spends most of the night below. Sure, they sky IS pretty - but there's an engine to fix!

Gwen and Art might come to the conclusion that at least 50% of the repair process is a complicated intimidation process involving scowls, curses, and elaborate threats to the engine's mother.

Art has fallen asleep on the deck, when a rumble-sputter-clank rings out, and the sailboat starts to move. "Mmmm... 5 more minutes?" He says, and turns over.

"Woo!"

"Woo?"

Blink blink. The sun has started to come up, and Art cracks bleary eyelids as the light seeps through. "It's morning?"

"It's movement.. if we can move, we can get to land"

"It's morning, and it's moving!" He sits up and rubs at his eyes. Looking fairly exhausted still, he was awake when Gwen was on watch, and awake still when she went to sleep.

"you didn't get enough sleep" She observes

"How could I sleep? I had to chart the stars. I've never seen a night so clear." Had to, perhaps, but he doesn't seem at all upset about it.

"When you get sained and title, your use name should be something like Arthur Starseeker... it would suit you" fondly "I wonder if the camera on my phone works. Might be worth a bit of charge to take a picture of this"

The cover is cracked but the camera should work

True! The cracked screen is just cosmetic. However, her battery has gone down a bit from last night. She can certainly take pictures though.

She takes one or two

Getting the horizon. She doesn't send it to mom. SHe'd freak. Better to show her when they're safe

Alas she has no signal, so she can't send it even if she wanted to. But she can save it for later.

"I don't suppose there's any breakfast." Art says, a little sadly. "But the motor is working, so we should be able to make it to shore. I don't know how long it will take, but I know what direction to go now. "The sun rises in the east, so we need to go..." He checks the sextant, the sun's position, and the horizon, and points. "That way!"

While Art learns about his favorite sextant positions, as ever young person eventually must for a happy social life, Gwen looks for fishing gear "I can't sail, but I can fish. Never been sea fishing so this should be interesting but I'll try to round us up some grub"

She finds the tacklebox - or the remains thereof, Thistle has gutted a lot of the supplies. To say it's a bit of a mess in the hold is an understatement. It was torn apart when they got there, and looks worse now. Gwen DOES see, sticking out from behind a shattered bunk, a long wooden shaft. Oh good! Is that a broom? Marigold's daughter thinks so for a moment, but then Gladiola knows better. The weight, the length, the haft... she recognizes.

SHe takes it.. is this a spear?

Spear fishing she can do!

The haft is carved with swimming fish - not expertly, but it seems to have been done with love, and time, and is polished smooth from use.

"Wel well well, Dibs" She says and then looks up "Spirit of the fellow this once belonged to, I hope to use this honorably and well. You are with your ancestors now, or on the wheel's ride. Either way it is of no use to you, so I must take it, for the good of my tribe and pack. "

Thistle has fallen asleep, lulled by the rumbling of the motor. It's an interesting looking setup - did she take apart the little galley sink and use the piping? Hopefully the small, cramped but VITAL head is still operational.

The spear does not answer - but it does feel good in her hand. Well weighted - a little shorter than her other spear, but she can adjust.

"I gotta watch the water and see if I can skewer something edible but not intelligent"

The curious pair of dolphins disappeared the day before - once the trio had started exploring the ship and not playing with them, the friendly cetaceans lost interest and swam off. But the waters are fresh and clear, and Gwen can see the flickering shapes of silvery fish darting about.

She adjusts for the refraction, waits till one bobs too close to the surface, let it gets comfy, ones, twice... third bob up.. then thrust!

Refraction was the key! It takes a while for a fish to show up - there are many deeper, perhaps if she was diving she'd have better luck down among the schools for a bigger catch that is preying on the little guys. The little guys rise to the surface though, seeking skimming bugs and such, and soon she has a small pile of smaller fish, expertly speared.

"How are we going to cook those?" Art is impressed. "The only fish my mother prepares is tuna... and it comes in a can."

"If we have to we slow simmer it on the engine, but I think primal might work.. or fire magics from our brave nocker" SHe looks at the size of the fish she has pulled out to see if that will do for now. She suspects a second would be wise "Art, did you see a cooking pot on board?"

Thistle snores.

Softly, but still.

A smirk "Nockers are so peaceful and cute while sleeping"

"I was only looking for books." He admits a little sheepishly.

"Oh, Thistle." He pokes her. "Psst. PSST."

Gwen looks for cooking pots

She'll need to do a little tidying away, but eventually she finds a dented pan, which might have to do

Art finally prods at Thistle in the arm. "Wake up?"

"Whaaaat?" Mumble-grumble.

The dented pan and the fish are both being cleaned

"Hey, we got a heat source to cook on?"

"Um..."

"Mmm you want to heat this up with a cantrip or shall I?"

"Nah, there's gotta be a system..."

"Uh .. "

"Sorry, not sure I understand. We need a system to cast a heating cantrip on a pan of fish?"

“And I think you need to wind up Citrine. She looks a bit peaky.”