Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on May 20, 2016 1:23:49 GMT
OPEN TO ALL BROTHERHOOD OF ROGUES:
Caitlin had had enough!
Enough of always running
Enough of always hiding
Enough of burying guildmates
Or of the sea burying them for her when they were sunk or shot out of the sky
She was beyond her limit with all this death death death
All this war- - war - - war
"We're having a party."
Harold stared at her. She slapped her hands down on her desk.
"We're having a sky party. Tell the guild. send out invitations, word of mouth from one pirate to one thief and so on. Tell them to follow the stars. Set course for Orion's Belt and meet us beneath the nebulas"
If you went far enough away from the shore, suspended over the ocean, all the worldly light pollution melted away and it was like looking up through a telescope, the best the world had to offer, and when you got away from worldly light, all you needed was the naked eye - and the right vantage point.
It was a breezy night, but that was ok. It was summer, they could use a little breeze, even in the dark of night.
but it wasn't dark. No, there wasn't a cloud in the sky and the stars shown brightly, their radiance twinking above their heads. The hot air bags on the sides of these ships would occasionally let off a bout of fire, like a hot air balloon gaining altitude and they'd breifly be bathed in a reddish glow. Then everything was calm and cold again and their faces would turn back up at the sky.
Music played, as some of them competed for who could spot the most shooting stars, and there were a lot of them. Amazing what you could see all the way out here in the dead of night. Caitlin patted down her satin skirt and tried to release the tension in her shoulders and her chest. She still felt anxious and uneasy, but she was trying her best to let that all go.
The water hundreds of meters below was like glass: Unrippling. You couldn't tell its depth from up here, it looked as dark as obsidian and land was too far out to spot in the distance. It was only one night. They could have this one night, couldn't they?
"A round!" someone called out, and everyone cried back "A round!" as they raised their glasses high. A keg was overturned by two sailors and a third shot a hole through it and filled their drink. Some cheered, some flinched at the gun shot sound but everyone drank, drinking away the months before, drinking away their sobriety.
Even Cait.
Caitlin had had enough!
Enough of always running
Enough of always hiding
Enough of burying guildmates
Or of the sea burying them for her when they were sunk or shot out of the sky
She was beyond her limit with all this death death death
All this war- - war - - war
"We're having a party."
Harold stared at her. She slapped her hands down on her desk.
"We're having a sky party. Tell the guild. send out invitations, word of mouth from one pirate to one thief and so on. Tell them to follow the stars. Set course for Orion's Belt and meet us beneath the nebulas"
If you went far enough away from the shore, suspended over the ocean, all the worldly light pollution melted away and it was like looking up through a telescope, the best the world had to offer, and when you got away from worldly light, all you needed was the naked eye - and the right vantage point.
It was a breezy night, but that was ok. It was summer, they could use a little breeze, even in the dark of night.
but it wasn't dark. No, there wasn't a cloud in the sky and the stars shown brightly, their radiance twinking above their heads. The hot air bags on the sides of these ships would occasionally let off a bout of fire, like a hot air balloon gaining altitude and they'd breifly be bathed in a reddish glow. Then everything was calm and cold again and their faces would turn back up at the sky.
Music played, as some of them competed for who could spot the most shooting stars, and there were a lot of them. Amazing what you could see all the way out here in the dead of night. Caitlin patted down her satin skirt and tried to release the tension in her shoulders and her chest. She still felt anxious and uneasy, but she was trying her best to let that all go.
The water hundreds of meters below was like glass: Unrippling. You couldn't tell its depth from up here, it looked as dark as obsidian and land was too far out to spot in the distance. It was only one night. They could have this one night, couldn't they?
"A round!" someone called out, and everyone cried back "A round!" as they raised their glasses high. A keg was overturned by two sailors and a third shot a hole through it and filled their drink. Some cheered, some flinched at the gun shot sound but everyone drank, drinking away the months before, drinking away their sobriety.
Even Cait.