Chapter 99: Dictum of Sweet Dreams
Aboard Shimmer, Will was staring at the setting sun, eyes narrowed for a moment before he glanced away, diverting his gaze to the sails bobbing all around them, dyed orange by the sunset.
Lamps were starting to come out as the sailors around them began to work through the night to coordinate the reconstruction of the Flotilla.
Despite the sheer chaos, it was moving faster than Will thought possible, owing to superhuman effort and years of practice.
Will was pleased to note his political backer was still alive, slightly less pleased to note that the composition of The Flotilla had shifted drastically.
Here and there he was able to pick out the absence of a ship he’d seen earlier, and invariably, it was either a neutral ship or one that allied with a different deity.
Meanwhile, ships that bore the symbol of Granesh across their sides clustered tighter together, becoming more and more prevalent as The Flotilla was stitched together.
There’s one, there’s one, there’s one… Will thought, picking them out as he scanned the surroundings.
According to the headcrab matriarch, each ship captain got votes loosely based on the number of people aboard their vessel, and as soon as the Flotilla was put back together, the church of Granesh would likely have a supermajority.
Which meant, once the reconstruction was complete, the church would make the rules, and complaining to them about them sending people to sink his ship would be pointless, since they would excuse themselves.