Rose, don't send from that ship!
Pio sent that brief message to the frightened hobbit. She wanted to give her some reassurance, but she didn't know if unfriendly minds might be able to listen in. She suspected it was so, especially with the the twin evils in such close proximity.
The large ship was now closing the distance between the elven ship, Tuor's ship, and the cat. She could see the main mast clearly and the small figure tied to it. Her heart was rent by the sight of her friend in such pain and fear.
She called Veritas to her side and had a hurried conference with the wizard. 'We will stay in this position and let the blue wizards' ship come to us. Tuor will run the main naval defense with his ship. Idril will stay near us but in the fore as it is her ship which carries the Ringbearers. Our part will be to assist Tuor in the defense of the ships should the blue wizards' ship attack. I need you to maintain the link on the monitor of the PC; that should alert us to any other friendly or enemy vessels coming into the fray. Also, you will now assume command of this vessel until I return.'
Veritas blinked at her. 'Return?!'
Pio nodded, but would say no more. She linked her arm in Veritas' and strolled with her to the stern. 'You must tell no one that I have gone.' She pulled Veritas behind some large boxes piled near the end of the ship, obscuring them from any on deck.
'Keep these safe for me', she said, giving Veritas her sword to belt on, along with a small leather pouch. 'Put these under your robes where no one might see them.' She bent down and quickly unlaced her leather boots, and took them off along with her leggings. From her belt she took a silver knife with a double edge. Down the center of the blade was a curious script which seemed to float like kelp and foam on a glassy sea. Mother-of-pearl winked and shifted in the intricate traceries of the grip, and on the pommel sat the small, worn head of a very old man with a long beard and sea grey eyes.
Bowing briefly toward the West, as if in supplication, she shrugged off the rest of her raiment and grasped the knife in her teeth. One quick step and she jumped from the ship, sinking quickly in the waves which reached up to pull her under.
Veritas looked for her, but could see nothing. 'May you find friendly currents, Pio.' she whispered. Gathering up the small pile of clothes she tucked them into her voluminous sleeve and hurried back to the cabin to store them and to retrieve the PC.
[ June 19, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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Eldest, that’s what I am . . . I knew the dark under the stars when it was fearless - before the Dark Lord came from Outside.
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