Chapter Two: Bosanozian Harbor



26 Maiesta 206
Debgett Renée:
The next morning when I awoke it was about six o’clock.  Our house was a refreshing cool on my face.  The cold air had come in from Rounge’s open window.  At first I didn’t remember my plans from lat night, but when it came to me again I got up and dressed warm in my new attire and went to my frizzy haired brother’s room.  He was still in a deep sleep with the bruise above his eye a deep purple color now.  I woke him up and waited by my window for him.  When he walked silently in I opened the window and let him climb down the nyrath ivy, which was taking over the wall of the house, since my mother was no longer here to tend to her plant.  Whirling the ankle length cloak over the ledge he quickly descended down without making a sound.  Then I went down.  It was slightly harder for me.  I wasn’t weak at all but he was stronger and more agile than me, which gave him the advantage.  My foot slipped a couple of times, and when I was about three feet from the ground Rounge took me by the waist and held me as I jumped to the ground.  It took us roughly thirty-five minutes to finally get our selves there in the end.
We walked along the harbor walking straight past the pricy new-style ships.  We were headed for the old-style ships.  They were less pricy but generally took longer to get where you were going.  They were popular with tourist attractions or shipping that didn’t need to be at their destination straight away.  The had the look of the Earthen wooden ships they used to use before they had running motors, but were made out of a faux-wood and sailed by far better.  There were so many different kinds from so many different cultures.  They had prices listed outside of their ships; they all seemed to be affordable.  Rounge stopped in front of me looking at a large red ship trimmed with gold.  It had a giant dragons head at the front.  The fancy gold writing at the side of the ship said Kaida.  
“This one looks good to me.” Rounge said as he walked up onto the great ship.
I followed him and looked around myself.  The whole ship had an oriental look to it.  I looked over to Rounge and he was looking amazed up at the mass that was lost in the abyss of fog above.
“I think I’ll go see if I can get a pass to go over on the first.”  He looked over at me and said, “You can find yours if you want.”
I nodded and said, “Meet me at the bakery.”  We went our ways, disappearing into the chilled fog.  I kept walking down the way we had started past a couple larger ships until I found a medium sized one that caught my eye.  It was blue, with a large phoenix as its front with wings that spread along the side of the ship.  In silver cursive writing on the side read, Soaring Phoenix.  I walked up where a small girl who was short, thin, almost sickly looking but yet somehow stocky in appearance.  Her hair was long and auburn with streaks of blonds and browns.  The girl’s fringe hung in her eyes that were looking down at a piece of paper.  She was sitting on a crate at the edge of the dock.  I was about to get her attention when she looked up at me.  Her eyes were a brown-green combination with lines of ice blue.  It was the oddest mix of colors I had ever seen in my life.
Everything about her indicated she was native to Irotel; the way she dressed, with the layered clothing—fashionable in Irotel and her obviously died hair, also a more common thing in Irotel than my own Realm Bosanozia.  Then she said, “I suppose you have some inquiries about the ship.” in such a perfect accent I would have thought she was native to Bosanozia.
“Yes I do.”
She smiled and I saw she had a dark blue ribbon around her neck with an array of silver necklaces. I figured she was about three years younger than my twenty.
“Where is this ship going?” I asked.
“No where at the moment,” I was about to rephrase my question, but she then went on to say, “but it takes passengers to Ceattel, Irotel.” She then stared at me for a moment as if she were looking straight into my intentions.  “You haven’t taken off your hood, Miss.  Most people around here do that when they talk to one another, unless it is raining, which it is not.  That makes me think you don’t want to be seen, even though it is fogy.  I think that you especially don’t want to take the risk.  I wonder.  Do you want anyone to know you plan to sail on this ship?”
I was shocked to hear that she had fairly well spotted the notion. “No not particularly.”
She smirked and set her paper under a metal notebook, then hopped off the crate signaling for me to fallow.  She led me onto the ship to a man far taller than she.  He was muscular with spiky blond hair.  She looked up at him for a second, like she was conveying something through her eyes.  “This is the man you want to talk to.” She said pointing to him looking away, her thick waist length hair blowing in the wind.
When she walked away the man said, “Did you wish to talk to me in my office?”
“Yes sir.” I said quietly, noticing that he didn’t speak my language as fluent as the girl with the auburn hair.
He put a hand behind my back and gestured forward to a hallway at the front of the ship and led me forward.  Then a girl a little shorter than me, but no where near as short as the first girl came walking our way.
She pined back her shoulder length blond hair as she said “Brody, did you take the keys to my bike?”
The tall man beside me stopped and replied “Yeah, here.  What are you going out for?” and tossed her the keys.
“I’m picking up some more supplies.  Need anything?”
As she put on her sun glasses he tossed her his wallet, from his back pocket, “Get that part we need for Kazi, could you Megan?”
“Sure thing, Captain Man.”
“Ah now, shall we go to my office?”  Brody asked me, and he walked on.
We reached his small office.  I sat down at his dark wooden desk. And he cleared off a space and put down the electronic bookkeeper.
“Well if you haven’t been told, I’m Brody Phoenix, the captain of the Soaring Phoenix.   So, what can I do for you?”
“I’m looking to leave for Ceattel on the fifteenth.”
“We should be leaving then.  Shall I reserve a spot for you?”
“Yes thank you.”
He took up the stylus and pressed buttons on the screen and came to the page he was looking for.  
Handing it to me I took it, and picked up the stylus and paused when it I read it was requesting for my name.
“Captain Phoenix,”
“Yes?”
“If anyone would ask you to see your records, would you show them?”
“No not typically.  Not unless the law enforcement asked to.  You’re not in trouble with the law are you?”
“No.” I said hurriedly.  I didn’t want him getting the wrong idea.
“And how old are you?”
“Twenty-one.” I said softly.
“Well then, since you are not in trouble with the law and you’re of the legal age, I won’t show a soul your records.”
He was so trusting of my word as I was not normal of complete strangers, just as I was to him.  “You’re just going to take my word?”
“Yes… My sister would not have let you one the ship if you were trouble.”
“You’re sister?”
“Kyna, the girl who brought you to me.” He said smiling what seemed to me a slightly sad smile.
I looked down and filled out my information on the lines.
I gave it to him and he glanced down.  “Thank you Miss Debgett Renée.”
“Just Gett.” I corrected almost second natured.
He gave a short laugh and typed something up at a small computer and printed out something, then gave it to me.  It was my ticket.  “So since no one will know that you’re coming here, how am to know you’re here.  I’d hate to leave you behind by mistake.”
I forgot I hadn’t taken off my hood. I pulled it back and said, “You remember my face.” and smiled, though really he could only see half my face with my hair in the way like it was.
He laughed.  “Fair enough.”
“Well thank you Captain Phoenix—”
“Just Brody.”
“Well thank you Brody, but I should go now.  My brother will be waiting.” I said and sat up and went to the door.
“Here,” he said quickly and handed me the ticket, and I gave him the money.
Brody fallowed me and as I walked out putting up my hood the short girl I now knew as Kyna was watching me intently with her hidden all knowing eyes.  It was disconcerting to the extreme.
Brody leaned down slightly and said in my ear, “Don’t worry about her, she just hasn’t been her self lately. She makes everyone uneasy.”
I smiled, not sure what to think, and left the ship to meet up with Rounge.  It turned out to be a successful trip; both Rounge and I had booked passage to Ceattel.
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