Alright, now what do you propose we do about that, Captain?” Larman Ogges shouted from down the deck.
Putain de l’enfer Lafitte thought as he saw it, that’s all we need. Captain Jean Lafitte III had been hoping to avoid meeting any dragons, and here he was in the middle of a squabble between two of them.
“Evasive action, hard starboard now!” he yelled as he caught a glimpse of the other dragon going for a dive. Everything would have to be repositioned for the maneuver, and at the fastest possible speed, and therefore Lafitte and Larman repeated the process of making the rounds on the main deck, shouting out orders, giving out help where it was needed.
Truth be told, Lafitte was worried. Out in the Aeldrethian sea he’d never really feared dragons as did the other denizens of this world. In the sea, he had the upper hand, at least as far as getting away was concerned. When a dragon attacked his ship, the prey could both fly and “swim” as it were, something the dragon didn’t expect.
But out here, in the skies above the ground, that simply wasn’t the case, and now his only plan had backfired as they were attacked by two of the terrible beasts.
“Maybe it’s not over yet…” he said aloud to himself.
“What was that Captain?” Larman said, the worry Lafitte felt every bit as evidence in the squat dwarf’s face.
“I said maybe it’s not over yet! Keep her goin’ up! I want her moving starboard, but I wanna gain altitude too. Our only chance is to freeze ‘em out! He can’t rise as high as we can! It’s our only advantage out here!” he yelled back, maybe a bit long-winded, but speaking allowed him to vent his worry in a new direction. Moving from one rope line to the next, sweat pouring down his face and into his clothes, kept him completely occupied.
“Milord Captain! Master Nightwise’s compliments, sir, and would you wait upon him on the main deck?”
Lafitte nearly jumped out of his skin. “Que dans l’enfer?-er-I mean, uh, what?” he clumsily replied, both rage at the faerie and relief that his native language wasn’t spoken on Aeldreth showing on his face.
“Master Nightwise’s compliments, if you please, sir, and would you accompany me to speak with him at once?” Thimble said.
“Is it vitally important? The Lord Magus has to know I’m a bit busy what with the attack and all.”