![]() “How much longer will I be expected to starve?” Vataea yells at Suntosans, leaning dramatically over the bow. But that doesn’t mean my cabin fever isn’t settling in I’m dying to get off this ship. If my people must suffer, then it’s only right that I suffer alongside them and ensure their safety first. Though the crew and I would likely be able to be expedited and go to shore earlier due to my status, it doesn’t feel right to pull the royal card, here. Even if we wanted to leave, the bay has been blockaded by Suntosan ships, and sailors are stuck here until we can be examined and confirmed healthy. Though only a few have been infected, it’s enough of a threat that the healers are being vigilant about not letting the disease spread into their island. ![]() No one can come ashore, and no one can leave due to a deadly disease spreading through the islands. The shores of Suntosu have been barricaded for three days, now. My stomach aches to be in that line, rather than trapped here on the deck of Keel Haul. It snarls as I lean against the bow, glaring past the emerald bay and at the Suntosans who wait upon it, searing meats and stirring stews that they dole out to a line of hungry residents. The scent of roasting venison turns my stomach into a beast. ![]()
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