Blood of Storms

Cyrus and Dinah have a pleasant conversation.

Cyrus's glass explodes against the far wall. Shards of crystal and droplets of rum fall to the floor as the echoes of the curse he shouts slowly fade away.

Dinah holds her glass tightly, her knuckles growing white. She doesn't say anything, but that rage in her eyes grows even more vivid.

Cyrus clenches and releases his fists as he takes several deep breaths in an attempt to get himself under control.

Captain's Log

Things have been calm, lately, and each new day brings Cyrus further down the long road to health. It has not been an easy time, but as things progress the silver lining to this black cloud becomes brighter and brighter.

I had a few days, in the past month, where I thought that I had caught an affliction that seems to be running rampant lately. Thankfully it was just a late-coming catching of what had Stormcrow so torn up, and nearly not as bad. Not to say that I was *horrified* by the thought, but, well. There are things that need to be done, still, and I'd rather not be waddling when they come to pass.

Still need to catch up with Benedict, and see about going off into shadow again. Still need to talk with Dad. I've heard that Captain Danger is back in the city, and that's another I should speak with. Also, Valentine. I'm desiring something shiny, beyond what I can just plunder.

Managed to speak with Pwyll, and two new cannons are on the way. I doubt they'll have the perfect elegance that BCM's do, but, well. Beggars, choosers, and everything else that goes with the saying. He did, however, ask me a rather curious question, which now swims about in my mind. Time to get out the good rum, wear something red, and speak with my husband.
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The Enemy of My Enemy [LOG]

Dawn breaks off the coast of Kitezh and the light spills across a brilliant, red ship. Soon, other ships can be seen in her wake. This motley group of dangerous-looking vessels is on an intercept course with a fleet of long ships with a decidedly more uniform shape. The ships Minos and Kitezh are meeting once again but this time their archers are not aiming things at each other. For now.

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Captain's Log


Ow. Ow. Ow.

Also: Ow.

Charging the mound might not  have been the best of ideas. But it had some effect, so not all is wasted.
Hurts too much to keep writing, will properly update the log later.
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Captain's Log [Dear Diary]

'Cause the truth you might be runnin' from is so small,
But it's as big as the promise, the promise of a comin' day.

So I'm sailing for tomorrow. My dreams are a-dying.
And my love is an anchor tied to you, tied with a silver chain.
I have my ship, and all her flags are a-flying.
She is all that I have left, and Music is her name.

Think about how many times I have fallen.
Spirits are using me; larger voices callin'.
What heaven brought you and me cannot be forgotten...

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Quiet on the Western Front [Dear Diary]

"Do you think I LIKE sitting around here and doing nothing, Molly? Do you think that I'd rather be here in harbor instead of out there, blowing some Black out of the water? I've lost *friends* to that rot," Dinah near hisses, her gaze saying frigid. "Do some good? If I was here to do anything else the Lower City'd be on fire ten times over, not that anyone would notice. The last damn time I tried to do some good I got my ass thrown in a cell and beaten. The Admirals are less than forthcoming with information, right now. All I know is that things are going to come to soon. I can feel it in the air. These ghost ships they keep sighting... It's all part of it. And once we have a clue where to strike, we will. I will. No power out there that can stop me from going to that target. The Blackness has gone and pissed me the HELL off. It wants to eat this little world I've grown quite fond of and I'm not about to let that happen, even if I have to go down keeping it from doing so." Her eyes flash again, darkly. 
-- Excerpt from a scene.

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