Supper being got over, the crew went up on deck to enjoy the stars for a while and talk quietly among themselves. It had been a long, busy day and for the most part they were tired. After a while, one by one they said their good-nights and went off to bed.
The deck was quiet, and Pio sat on the bow railing, watching the moon's silver path on the water rise and fall with waves.
Angara sat nearby watching the elf.
Do you never sleep, Elf?
When there is time, I will sleep. But now I must puzzle out a few more details before we reach the Gulf of Lune.
What then?
Then, my dear wingéd friend, I think we shall pull far out to open sea and chance a flight to get the lay of the sunken lands.
I see. Then I shall go off to sleep now. It will require all my strength to have to carry your carcass about!
And with that remark, the dragon quickly flew to the mast top, before Pio could respond.
[ July 20, 2002: Message edited by: piosenniel ]
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