Chapter 263: Sonic Shift
“Are you sure that’s ours?” Irwin asked.
He and the others were staring in awe at the ship. Easily double the length of The Sonata, its smooth hull was dark with a slight metallic gleam to the gray wood. With a single main mast, angled back with a massive sail, Irwin wondered if Zender and Earila could even keep it clean with the two of them. The smaller front sail looked similar to the one on The Sonata.
“Aye, that’s your ship!”
He glanced at the young man who had led them along Brazardian’s private dock. Burly, though nothing compared to the smiths, and with intense blue eyes that gazed lovingly at the ship before them.
The others stood nearby, staring in awe at their new vessel. Rindiri had a look of conflicted desire, but she said nothing. A dark, nearly black metal Ganvil sat on her shoulder. Zir’dor, a friend of Ambraz, who was over four hundred years old and without a smith. He’d been more than happy to leave Granvrox for a mission, having been excused from his guard duties because of it.
“Number three! The smallest of the four Lord Brazardian commissioned for his Prodigies and my favorite of the batch,” the young man said.
Irwin saw his eyes gleaming as his gaze raked across the ship's sleek and deadly form.
“The Shipwright had to drain himself dry each day to get these done in time, but they are worth it. This one is as fast as a Scout class, half the size of an Escort, and able to house forty crew with ease!”
“Must you bellow so loud?”
A familiar, deafening voice made them all turn to a line of crates on the other side of the docks adjacent to the buildings. Boohm got up, rubbing at his face, looking at them.
“Ah, captain! It was late the day before, so I decided to find this place and just sleep here,” Boohm said, wandering over. He had a small bag in one hand, and a larger one lay behind him.
“Weren’t you with-”