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Flying Valkyries (Chapter 4)

by WrenZorya


 Idalia surveyed the scene. Hay scattered everywhere, chores half done, girls avoiding each other like the plague. She let out an exasperated breath. How could everything have gone so wrong so quickly? They had only been an official crew for two weeks! She retreated back into her cabin and gulped down copious amounts of water, hoping to dispel this ever-present migraine. What could she do to fix these shattered relationships? She was in the process of brainstorming ideas when Verity knocked.

"Come in. Sit down, maybe you can help me."

"Of course, I would be happy to. What do you need help with?"

"I'm thinking of ways to bring the crew together since they're always arguing. I have it narrowed down to a choreless game night or a treasure hunt where if they don't work together they lose privileges. Yes, I know I sound like a mother. What do you think?" Idalia valued her input on everything, they had been friends for almost three years now.

"I think that, while your tenacity is honorable, these people will never be close. They are too different, too segregated. You should stop trying before you get harmed. I have foreseen a great destruction, ending in fire and water and blood!"

Idalia was unfazed. "You're a Lytira. That's your job. And you know I don't appreciate dark magic! El forbids it!"

"El is dead," Verity refuted matter-of-factly.

Idalia bit her cheek. They had been through this argument a thousand times, but she was tired and she had a headache and her feet hurt. She decided to let it go.

"I am going to do this, regardless of what your rocks are telling you. Game night it is." Idalia opened the dusty game cabinet and sighed. She knew that they weren't going to be playing much, but two games? Pathetic. She grabbed Assassination and got ready to be yelled at.

Verity shook her head and threw her hands up. "Do not say I did not warn you."

Idalia ignored her and rang the bell that called everyone to the deck. Ruri was there first as usual, running over as fast as she possibly could decked out in gold armor. Morgan trudged up from the hold, squinting in the sun. It took Farzeen another moment to come as she was at the top of the Crow's Nest. She was the only one who offered a greeting to her fellow crewmates. Verity joined them from behind Idalia.

"Listen up," Idalia announced. "We are playing this game now. There will be no arguing, with me or anyone else. You don't have to do any chores tonight, as long as you behave yourselves and be nice! Y'hear me? No fighting!" She glared at each of them in turn until they nodded and agreed and mumbled that they wouldn't get in trouble.

The sun cast gold and pink shadows across the deck, causing the sea to sparkle and half-blind Idalia. It might have been pretty, if only she could take her mind off that stupid prophecy. She was making her own destiny, she wasn't following Lord Order's rules, she was a fearless- she sounded stupid, even in her own head. Did she honestly think that jumping on a ship and sailing to El-knows-where would save her? Selfish. That little voice whispered. Her conscience. Your death will save millions. You're going to let them die so you can romp around with murderers and misfits? She pushed it away. Was it really so selfish to preserve her own life? Yes. She gritted her teeth and pretended not to hear it.

"You sit over there- no I'm sitting here!"

"Well maybe you're not the only one who likes that spot!"

"You people are so. Cursed. Annoying. I'M sitting there!"

Idalia kept glaring at the ocean as a fight broke out behind her. The game hadn't even started yet.

"No no, I will shuffle the cards."

"Oh, so I'm so disabled that I can't even shuffle cards now?!"

"Your words."

"You want another concussion, harpy?!"

Idalia stopped staring at the ocean and whirled around. "Hey! What did I say?! No fighting! Morgan! Let go of Verity's arm! I swear, I will throw you all overboard if I hear- detect- one OUNCE of animosity! Understood?!"

A chorus of "yes ma'ams" rippled across the ship like a reluctant wave merging back into the sea before it caused destruction.

"What could you POSSIBLY be fighting about that would warrant violence?!" Idalia looked at Verity.

"They are fighting over who gets to sit on the patch of planks that the blue paint was spilled on."

Farzeen, Ruri, and Morgan glanced away sheepishly.

"Yes, but, then Verity told Z she wasn't allowed to shuffle the deck because she was disabled!" Morgan pointed at Verity.

"Her words." Verity sounded bored.

"Let's start. We're starting, and whatever anyone said, just let it alone, okay?!" Idalia sat in between Farzeen and Verity with the game box.

They began the game in complete silence. The tension between the five of them could be cut with a knife and served for dinner. Any attempts that Idalia made to lighten the mood or start conversation fell flat.

Farzeen stretched and accidentally bumped Idalia with her wing. "Sorry! My wing is asleep and my leg is asleep and I just need to-" Farzeen stood up and stretched again.

Morgan smirked. "Oh, how awful," she declared in a dramatic voice. "Saige has been ASSASSINATED!" She was referring to Farzeen's character in the game.

Farzeen stopped mid-stretch. "Not fair! I wasn't even sitting down!"

Morgan sniffled. "I can still hear our beloved Saige crying out for justice."

"I was STRETCHING!"

"It's almost as if she's still with us!" Ruri clutched her hand to her heart.

"Idalia! Please! That can't count!"

"We're going to miss her terribly," Idalia spoke as solemnly as she could. "But we must learn to move on."

Farzeen sat back down and pouted. "This isn't fair! I wasn't even playing the game!" She undid her hairtie, letting her halo of black curly hair fall around her shoulders.

They continued the game. Azzura, or Idalia, was also assassinated. There were a lot of laughs when that happened as well. They eased into comfortable conversation, with some friendly taunting to awaken their competitive streaks. Idalia almost cheered when Ruri laughed and complimented Morgan without a second thought.

It was a tough game. Only Morgan, Ruri, and Verity were alive, and one of them was the assassin. Whoever it was hadn't managed to kill anyone in half an hour and everyone was getting a little antsy. A high-pitched whining noise cut through Idalia's head, reawakening her migraine.

"Bunny! What's wrong?!" Bunny launched himself into Farzeen's arms and whined again. "Shh, baby, what's going on?"

"Do you... do you smell smoke?" Morgan sniffed delicately and stood up.

Idalia took in a deep breath. A hint of smoke settled in the back of her throat and caused her heart to fall through her stomach. Fire?! On the ship?! Out in the middle of nowhere?! "Fan out and find the source! Don't panic, we need to stay calm!"

They ran around, searching for the fire. It was somewhat orderly thanks to the drills that Idalia made them practice from day one.

"Fire!" Idalia heard Farzeen scream from below deck. "Fire!"

Idalia took off running and jumped down, foregoing the ladder. What she found was a terrifying sight.

Angry red flames were devouring the supply room. Barrels of essential food were already engulfed, the smoke thick and black. Terror sunk its claws into her heart as the fire started licking their water purifiers.

"Farzeen! Where are you?!" She coughed, trying to find her through the smoke.

"I'm here!" A voice behind her panted. Farzeen was holding a bucket of water, which she splashed on the purifiers.

"Oh, thank El." Idalia gripped Farzeen's arm and could somehow breathe a little easier.

"Farzeen! Farzeen! Where are-" Ruri ran down and saw the horrific scene. Her already white face paled even more but she sprung into action immediately. "Grab some more buckets! I'm bringing water!" She shouted, sprinting back up the ladder.

They both did as she ordered, coughing and jumping back as the fire grew and reached out its fingers to burn them. The next few hours passed in a blur. There were countless runs for water as they killed the fire again and again, only for it to be reborn with new fury. Idalia did a headcount every opportunity she could, eyes roving for injuries. The sound of coughing grew louder and more frequent as the smoke burned their eyes and lungs and made them lightheaded.

Long after Sol had sunk under the horizon and Mani rose above the ship, the supply room was finally reduced to the cold ashes of their necessities. The five of them collapsed in exhaustion and took in gasps of fresh, clean air.

"Is everyone," Idalia wheezed. "Is everyone alright?"

"I'm fine," Farzeen panted, sprawled out on the deck and clutching Bunny.

"So am I." Ruri was passing out cold glasses of water. She looked angelic, the moonlight reflecting off the armor she still had on and her face the epitome of sainthood as she handed Idalia the cup. Idalia reckoned she had dealt with a lot of fires in her old position.

Morgan just nodded and wiped away the sweat from her face. At some point during the night, her dress had caught fire and she had gotten a few burns, but they weren't bad. Idalia grabbed the first aid kit and started treating her.

Morgan seemed very confused. "I can administer first aid to myself."

"I know, but let me help you."

Her brow furrowed but she didn't say anything else.

"I also remain uninjured, although I cut my hand on something that I could not see." Verity was already bandaging it up. "You should be cautious about treating traitors."

"What do you mean?" Idalia looked at Verity.

"The fire," Ruri chimed in. "It kept coming back. It was magically set."

"And?" There was a dangerous edge to Idalia's voice.

No one answered. No one said the obvious, that it was arson, not an accident. No one had to.

"None of you will investigate this." Four heads snapped suspiciously in her direction. After all, it was Idalia who could manipulate fire. "You may investigate me to your heart's desire, but you are forbidden from snooping around each other. I will find out who did this. Are we clear?"

They nodded in agreement. This was fair. Idalia scrutinized them. Who could have done such a thing? Morgan was the obvious choice, with her magical talents and history, but Idalia didn't think she wanted to hurt anyone, especially Farzeen. Farzeen was so sweet and kind, but she had the magic and the know-how to pull this off. But why would she? Verity couldn't have done it either, she needed things in the supply room and she had no motive. Ruri had no magic but she could have easily acquired powder or oil to set a crewmate up from one of her old contacts. She couldn't believe any of them would do it, but then there was no one else to consider and she had to start again.

Idalia got a queasy feeling in her stomach as she thought back on the past two weeks. Faulty rigging, snapped ropes, torn sails... little things that could be written off as accidents until something like this happened. Someone had actually wanted a crewmate to get hurt, someone standing in front of her right now. She felt sick and retired to her cabin, tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep for fear of her throat being slit by one of her closest friends.


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Hi WrenZorya,

Mailice back with another review! :D

The more I read here, the more I get the impression that the individual crew members are children who never received what they needed from their parents, or received too much and have a spoiled character as a result. Just when they were about to start playing the game, I felt as if I were sitting in front of a table with 8- to 12-year-olds again and wanted to play a game with them. I like that. Again, it gives the story a dynamic.

I realise that a seething atmosphere on a ship could lead to a mutiny, and I'm afraid that some of the characters will be less present as a result. I hope it won't come to that, of course, and that's why I welcome the approach Idalia had. It also shows her stubbornness a bit, of course. :D

It was very unexpected when this fire appeared and devoured everything. I'm still very curious about who set it, but I also think it helped a bit to awaken discipline and friendship in the characters. That was definitely another good point you put in here.

I liked the chapter in general. It had a nice approach and I liked that it was different from the previous one, so this one didn't feel so dialogue heavy. You also proved with this chapter that your main focus is on the characters and you're great at setting them up.

Yes, I know I sound like a mother. What do you think?"

Usually there is some kind of "but if" after such a sentence.

I have foreseen a great destruction, ending in fire and water and blood!"

Is this a kind of foreshadowing for one of the coming chapters?

The sun cast gold and pink shadows across the deck, causing the sea to sparkle and half-blind Idalia.

I like the description here.

They eased into comfortable conversation, with some friendly taunting to awaken their competitive streaks.

I'm glad to see a bit of calm developing amongst the chaos.

Angry red flames

I like your characterisation of the fire here as angry.

"Is everyone," Idalia wheezed. "Is everyone alright?"

Since the sentence is one in this dialogue, I would add a comma after the "wheezed".

Have fun writing!

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Good evening, good morning, good afternoon, good evening, and many other pleasant things to be honest I've forgotten half of my greeting. Anyway, Wolf here. First off I have two things to say.
Number one, I see ~~~Character development~~~ and number two, I smell DEATH and DESTRUCTION. I like the way this story is shaping up. I especially like the real life aspect of it, they seem to have very realistic relationships.
one thing i would like to add is that it is at times difficult to determine who it is that is speaking or thinking, its not a huge issue as you can often discover as you read on but it does distract from the story in the moment.
also WOW that closing I mean that was really good.
can't wait to see more.
keep writing, beware the trees, remember the golden turtle,
as always, Wolf




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Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),

Hi! I'm baack for another review!!

First Impression: Okay...a pretty interesting turn of events there, the ending certainly leaves you with a few questions and we get to see Idalia's perspective for what I believe is the first time here.

Anyway let's get right to it,

Idalia surveyed the scene. Hay scattered everywhere, chores half done, girls avoiding each other like the plague. She let out an exasperated breath. How could everything have gone so wrong so quickly? They had only been an official crew for two weeks! She retreated back into her cabin and gulped down copious amounts of water, hoping to dispel this ever-present migraine. What could she do to fix these shattered relationships? She was in the process of brainstorming ideas when Verity knocked.


At this point this crew doesn't look to have any hope at all, if this is what is going to develop in just two weeks...well...on the bright side, crews like this eventually learning to work together does always make for a pretty good story...we'll see I suppose.

"Come in. Sit down, maybe you can help me."

"Of course, I would be happy to. What do you need help with?"

"I'm thinking of ways to bring the crew together since they're always arguing. I have it narrowed down to a choreless game night or a treasure hunt where if they don't work together they lose privileges. Yes, I know I sound like a mother. What do you think?" Idalia valued her input on everything, they had been friends for almost three years now.


That does sound like a little bit of a recipe for disaster, forcing people to learn to work together like that, especially when some of these people seem to want to just straight up murder each other is probably not going to end too well for anyone.

"I think that, while your tenacity is honorable, these people will never be close. They are too different, too segregated. You should stop trying before you get harmed. I have foreseen a great destruction, ending in fire and water and blood!"


Well, that's a very vague prediction though...doesn't quite seem particularly impressive there, fire, water and blood are just generic ingredients for any kind of bad incident out at sea...hmm, I do suspect Verity's just assuming things will go terrible here.

Idalia was unfazed. "You're a Lytira. That's your job. And you know I don't appreciate dark magic! El forbids it!"

"El is dead," Verity refuted matter-of-factly.

Idalia bit her cheek. They had been through this argument a thousand times, but she was tired and she had a headache and her feet hurt. She decided to let it go.


Interesting piece of backstory there I see...well that was a bit interesting there. I wonder what could be behind all of that.

"I am going to do this, regardless of what your rocks are telling you. Game night it is." Idalia opened the dusty game cabinet and sighed. She knew that they weren't going to be playing much, but two games? Pathetic. She grabbed Assassination and got ready to be yelled at.

Verity shook her head and threw her hands up. "Do not say I did not warn you."


Well, to be fair that was a terrible phrased and very generic warning, you probably want to try harder than that next time Verity when you want to give someone a warning that they will actually consider heeding.

Idalia ignored her and rang the bell that called everyone to the deck. Ruri was there first as usual, running over as fast as she possibly could decked out in gold armor. Morgan trudged up from the hold, squinting in the sun. It took Farzeen another moment to come as she was at the top of the Crow's Nest. She was the only one who offered a greeting to her fellow crewmates. Verity joined them from behind Idalia.

"Listen up," Idalia announced. "We are playing this game now. There will be no arguing, with me or anyone else. You don't have to do any chores tonight, as long as you behave yourselves and be nice! Y'hear me? No fighting!" She glared at each of them in turn until they nodded and agreed and mumbled that they wouldn't get in trouble.


Well, here begins the games or something along those lines, this should be interesting to see how much of a mess ends up happening here.

The sun cast gold and pink shadows across the deck, causing the sea to sparkle and half-blind Idalia. It might have been pretty, if only she could take her mind off that stupid prophecy. She was making her own destiny, she wasn't following Lord Order's rules, she was a fearless- she sounded stupid, even in her own head. Did she honestly think that jumping on a ship and sailing to El-knows-where would save her? Selfish. That little voice whispered. Her conscience. Your death will save millions. You're going to let them die so you can romp around with murderers and misfits? She pushed it away. Was it really so selfish to preserve her own life? Yes. She gritted her teeth and pretended not to hear it.


Well it looks like our Captain has a lot of things to hide there, which is definitely going to impact this crew going forward and it does seem like quite a few things are going on here behind the scenes that perhaps we'll get around to in the not too distant future. Prophecies are always a lot of fun.

"You sit over there- no I'm sitting here!"

"Well maybe you're not the only one who likes that spot!"

"You people are so. Cursed. Annoying. I'M sitting there!"


Aaand the fighting has begun before the game starts...well, I suppose at the very least no one present is going to be surprised that this was the outcome of the attempt at a game night.

Idalia kept glaring at the ocean as a fight broke out behind her. The game hadn't even started yet.

"No no, I will shuffle the cards."

"Oh, so I'm so disabled that I can't even shuffle cards now?!"

"Your words."

"You want another concussion, harpy?!"


Well, yup, that just escalated even more...well, at any rate it should be interesting to see how Idalia plans on dealing with this situation now that she did kind of request them not to fight specifically in this scenario.

Idalia stopped staring at the ocean and whirled around. "Hey! What did I say?! No fighting! Morgan! Let go of Verity's arm! I swear, I will throw you all overboard if I hear- detect- one OUNCE of animosity! Understood?!"

A chorus of "yes ma'ams" rippled across the ship like a reluctant wave merging back into the sea before it caused destruction.


Well, that was a solid thing to say as a captain, I do like the fact that she's very clear in her orders there and is treating everyone who fighting the same in that instance...even though this is obviously a lot less serious than the situation that caused most of the animosity earlier.

"What could you POSSIBLY be fighting about that would warrant violence?!" Idalia looked at Verity.

"They are fighting over who gets to sit on the patch of planks that the blue paint was spilled on."

Farzeen, Ruri, and Morgan glanced away sheepishly.


For five year olds that is a very valid reason, but for this crew, looking sheepish seems like the appropriate way to go there, well, that was a nice little touch of humor there.

"Yes, but, then Verity told Z she wasn't allowed to shuffle the deck because she was disabled!" Morgan pointed at Verity.

"Her words." Verity sounded bored.

"Let's start. We're starting, and whatever anyone said, just let it alone, okay?!" Idalia sat in between Farzeen and Verity with the game box.


Okay, that I have to call out as bad captaining, a situation like that should not just be dismissed cause...really that seems like the sort of thing that can escalate to very serious circumstances if that's not dealt with properly...this is basically allowing those three to argue about that all over again later and that time it can be more than words.

They began the game in complete silence. The tension between the five of them could be cut with a knife and served for dinner. Any attempts that Idalia made to lighten the mood or start conversation fell flat.


Well, those are rather relatable tense silences there....neat little description for that one, establishing a nice little starting point for what the atmosphere is like between the crew at this very early stage in the story when we get to see the whole crew sitting down together and trying to do an activity.

Farzeen stretched and accidentally bumped Idalia with her wing. "Sorry! My wing is asleep and my leg is asleep and I just need to-" Farzeen stood up and stretched again.

Morgan smirked. "Oh, how awful," she declared in a dramatic voice. "Saige has been ASSASSINATED!" She was referring to Farzeen's character in the game.


Well, the games have properly begun I see, let's see how long this goes before we get into the whole fire and water and blood part of the games, now those are definitely going to be the actually entertaining parts of this.

Farzeen stopped mid-stretch. "Not fair! I wasn't even sitting down!"

Morgan sniffled. "I can still hear our beloved Saige crying out for justice."

"I was STRETCHING!"

"It's almost as if she's still with us!" Ruri clutched her hand to her heart.

"Idalia! Please! That can't count!"

"We're going to miss her terribly," Idalia spoke as solemnly as she could. "But we must learn to move on."

Farzeen sat back down and pouted. "This isn't fair! I wasn't even playing the game!" She undid her hairtie, letting her halo of black curly hair fall around her shoulders.


Well, that was almost camaraderie there for a second, a nice little bit of cooperation between everyone there, almost hinting at what it could be...as a game between actual friends, but I don't feel like they earned any of that yet...so I'm quite sure everyone will turn on each other very soon.

They continued the game. Azzura, or Idalia, was also assassinated. There were a lot of laughs when that happened as well. They eased into comfortable conversation, with some friendly taunting to awaken their competitive streaks. Idalia almost cheered when Ruri laughed and complimented Morgan without a second thought.

It was a tough game. Only Morgan, Ruri, and Verity were alive, and one of them was the assassin. Whoever it was hadn't managed to kill anyone in half an hour and everyone was getting a little antsy. A high-pitched whining noise cut through Idalia's head, reawakening her migraine.


Well, that was going almost well for a second and there was hope, buuut...it looks like something is going on if Idalia is going to suddenly get her migraine again there...it appears some form is trouble is afoot.

"Bunny! What's wrong?!" Bunny launched himself into Farzeen's arms and whined again. "Shh, baby, what's going on?"

"Do you... do you smell smoke?" Morgan sniffed delicately and stood up.


Here comes the fire!!...although I'm assuming that's not something you should be saying happily...

Idalia took in a deep breath. A hint of smoke settled in the back of her throat and caused her heart to fall through her stomach. Fire?! On the ship?! Out in the middle of nowhere?! "Fan out and find the source! Don't panic, we need to stay calm!"

They ran around, searching for the fire. It was somewhat orderly thanks to the drills that Idalia made them practice from day one.


Hmm, a somewhat orderly search for fire is actually pretty impressive for a crew that's only been together for a mere two weeks...and also doesn't really get along well at all.

"Fire!" Idalia heard Farzeen scream from below deck. "Fire!"

Idalia took off running and jumped down, foregoing the ladder. What she found was a terrifying sight.

Angry red flames were devouring the supply room. Barrels of essential food were already engulfed, the smoke thick and black. Terror sunk its claws into her heart as the fire started licking their water purifiers.


Well, that can't mean anything good at all, the food being burned and lost is potentially one of the worst possible things to happen and if gets to the water purifiers, well, that's not going to end well at all.

"Farzeen! Where are you?!" She coughed, trying to find her through the smoke.

"I'm here!" A voice behind her panted. Farzeen was holding a bucket of water, which she splashed on the purifiers.

"Oh, thank El." Idalia gripped Farzeen's arm and could somehow breathe a little easier.


Well I suppose it was Farzeen who managed to first find out the actual scene of the fire there judging by here being there throwing buckets of water.

"Farzeen! Farzeen! Where are-" Ruri ran down and saw the horrific scene. Her already white face paled even more but she sprung into action immediately. "Grab some more buckets! I'm bringing water!" She shouted, sprinting back up the ladder.

They both did as she ordered, coughing and jumping back as the fire grew and reached out its fingers to burn them. The next few hours passed in a blur. There were countless runs for water as they killed the fire again and again, only for it to be reborn with new fury. Idalia did a headcount every opportunity she could, eyes roving for injuries. The sound of coughing grew louder and more frequent as the smoke burned their eyes and lungs and made them lightheaded.


Well I guess we do have the whole water part of the fire, water and blood thing and I am not looking forward to seeing what that third part might mean for the crew, at the moment it looks to be a tough task that's still relatively under control so that's at least a sign that nothing too bad is going to happen here.

Long after Sol had sunk under the horizon and Mani rose above the ship, the supply room was finally reduced to the cold ashes of their necessities. The five of them collapsed in exhaustion and took in gasps of fresh, clean air.


Well they will have to go shopping for supplies and do it quite soon if they want actually pull off whatever the rest of this voyage is meant to be..unless those were only surplus supplies or something like that.

"Is everyone," Idalia wheezed. "Is everyone alright?"

"I'm fine," Farzeen panted, sprawled out on the deck and clutching Bunny.

"So am I." Ruri was passing out cold glasses of water. She looked angelic, the moonlight reflecting off the armor she still had on and her face the epitome of sainthood as she handed Idalia the cup. Idalia reckoned she had dealt with a lot of fires in her old position.


Or....she had a hand in actually causing this particular fire...although probably not I guess...its hard to point figures with this little evidence...but well, someone on the crew has to be responsible unless there's a stowaway somewhere that they should all be very worried about.

Morgan just nodded and wiped away the sweat from her face. At some point during the night, her dress had caught fire and she had gotten a few burns, but they weren't bad. Idalia grabbed the first aid kit and started treating her.

Morgan seemed very confused. "I can administer first aid to myself."

"I know, but let me help you."

Her brow furrowed but she didn't say anything else.


Well it doesn't look one she's ever been offered help in a situation like that before, definitely an interesting point to consider about the kind of backstory that Morgan has.

"I also remain uninjured, although I cut my hand on something that I could not see." Verity was already bandaging it up. "You should be cautious about treating traitors."

"What do you mean?" Idalia looked at Verity.

"The fire," Ruri chimed in. "It kept coming back. It was magically set."


Why do I get the feeling that the two people doing the accusing here are the ones actually responsible for the whole fire in the first place, I mean I could be wrong but they are the ones that appear to be the most suspicious a the moment.

"And?" There was a dangerous edge to Idalia's voice.

No one answered. No one said the obvious, that it was arson, not an accident. No one had to.

"None of you will investigate this." Four heads snapped suspiciously in her direction. After all, it was Idalia who could manipulate fire. "You may investigate me to your heart's desire, but you are forbidden from snooping around each other. I will find out who did this. Are we clear?"


Well, that seems like a solid order for a captain to be giving there....not to mention I assume it's going to be here responsibility to investigate something like that and the others shouldn't be doing any investigating whether or not Idalia actually forbids them or not.

They nodded in agreement. This was fair. Idalia scrutinized them. Who could have done such a thing? Morgan was the obvious choice, with her magical talents and history, but Idalia didn't think she wanted to hurt anyone, especially Farzeen. Farzeen was so sweet and kind, but she had the magic and the know-how to pull this off. But why would she? Verity couldn't have done it either, she needed things in the supply room and she had no motive. Ruri had no magic but she could have easily acquired powder or oil to set a crewmate up from one of her old contacts. She couldn't believe any of them would do it, but then there was no one else to consider and she had to start again.


Well, I have my suspects narrowed down, but when you list it all down like that it does appear to be quite tough, especially with the limited amount of knowledge that Idalia possesses at the moment, she doesn't get to see exactly how everyone around her is actually feeling..but then there is always the stowaway theory.

Idalia got a queasy feeling in her stomach as she thought back on the past two weeks. Faulty rigging, snapped ropes, torn sails... little things that could be written off as accidents until something like this happened. Someone had actually wanted a crewmate to get hurt, someone standing in front of her right now. She felt sick and retired to her cabin, tossing and turning all night, unable to sleep for fear of her throat being slit by one of her closest friends.


That definitely seems like the sort of thing that would make you lose a bit of sleep there...and well, this is a lovely little cliffhanger at any rate cause we have ourselves a bit of a whodunnit situation here...it could really be anyone...couldn't it? Or could it?

Aaaaand that's it for this one.

Overall: Overall, it appears we've left off on a pretty interesting note here, I can't wait to see how this pans out in the next few chapters here. On the whole, it looks this chapter really gives you a sense of what the crew is like at this point in time while also hinting at some pretty major secrets behind the captain...its hard to judge the plot quite yet, but things are looking pretty good so far.

As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.

Stay Safe
Harry





The moral of Snow White is never eat apples.
— Lemony Snicket