Watching the waves (open for crew, others pm me)

[Doubar]

Doubar paused a moment before answering his little brother. In deed he also had felt like something didn't seem to be right with the little one today but hearing the same now from his brother surprised him a little.
"Aye", he finally spoke without taking his gaze of the hawk, "just like there was something troubling him."

[Dermott]

“What this is supposed to mean?” wondered Dermott recalling the three moving spheres. There had always been an hidden meaning into his visions, and more than once he missed to understand them before they became real.

The third sphere troubled him the most. There was fire. Fire in Basra. Could it be, that the whole city was in danger? And the ghostly people on that strange island where somehow involved in this? And above all, was this an upcoming event, or was already happened?

“Basra is where the Nomad is headed for right now” mumbled the hawk while perching on Bryn’s gloved hand. “I have to warn them”. Decided firmly. But when he looked up to his friend face, he couldn’t help to notice her sad eyes. Then, entering the familiar spot of her mind he asked telepathically “Bryn, are you okay?”

[Sinbad]

The hawk finally swooped down completely and landed on Bryn´s hand. Sinbad followed the bird with his eyes, once more feeling his bad consciousness nag him. He had been harsh earlier. He nodded. "Then we should maybe be on the look out." he said.

He did not know how communication worked between Dermott and Bryn but there seemed o be some sort of an exchange. It had been just like that with Maeve who had always been so protective around the hawk. She would have known exactly what was up with him and ... Sinbad noticed his thoughts drifting off again but managed to keep that for himself this time.

[alex]

Bryn looked at the hawk and smiled. He was a very beautiful hawk. "Oh, yeah, I am fine, thank you." She then remembered Sinbad's words, "That's Dermott. Maeve's hawk." She frowned a little and returned to look at the captain. Maeve. He still refused to mention her. "I don't know, sometime I wish that stubborn captain would wake-up and smell the fresh air. He still refuses to talk about her," Bryn silently said to the hawk.

[Dermott]

Dermott observed attentively Bryn, giving, at the same time, a glimpse at Sinbad and Doubar, who were looking as well in their direction. It was unlikely for her to ask this kind of unvoiced questions and in such a tensely way. Since she joined the crew, she has always been sweet, composed, almost cool, and Dermott wondered how somebody suffering from amnesia could be so calm and at ease, considering what she was passing through.

Anyway, during the last days she has become more talkative, and insecure, as if in Scratch's lair she had somehow acquired the need to be involved more deeply in what was passing, or was passed before on the ship. Dermott didn’t want she had the impression to be apart from the rest of the crew, on the contrary, he expected her to be curious about his sister more earlier, so he answered cautiously.


“Her? Do you mean Maeve?”


He could easily figure out Sinbad’s reaction. It has always been like that when they brought up the subject, after, but also before her disappearance. It was a sore point that nobody dared to hit.


“I suppose our captain had been a bit harsh. But you don’t have to take it too seriously, it’s not your fault. You weren’t here last year to see with your own eyes the kind of relationship they had. We should have told you. Well, how can I explain ….it was a kind of an …unspoken, but at the same time clear thing. They implied but never used explicit words. From this point of you I can assure you they are two of a kind.”


Besides he tried also to put himself in Sinbad’s shoes, and nobody could have understand him better than Dermott. He, in the first place was hiding a lot of personal things. How much has he feared, and worried about, and missed her too? What was she doing now? Was she all right? His sister has always been a strong person, who constantly tried to be clever and cope with her pain alone. But he knew her too well for not being aware of the turmoil behind her pretence. Anyway, he took the last consideration for himself, because it only concerned his sister.

[alex]

Bryn looked at the hawk with questionable eyes then smiled. “So he does care deeply about her. Or should I say he loves her. And they must have argued all the time because she felt he was overprotecting her.” She chuckled at the thought. “Thanks featherbrain.”

[Doubar]

From where he and his brother stood, Doubar wasn't able to hear what Bryn was saying. In fact, he even wasn't sure if the girl's lips had moved at all or not. But one thing he could clearly see: she started to smile soon after Dermott had come to join her.
"It can't be that bad", he objected absent-mindedly, referring to the thought Sinbad had just voiced. "Bryn would for sure tell us if something was wrong and featherbrain knew it." Expectantly he cast a glance towards Sinbad whose eyes were still lingering on the brunette sorceress.

[Dermott]

Dermott felt relieved in seeing Bryn’s smile, she looked more relaxed and serene now. He intended to come back to the subject, and talk again about Maeve with her. But not now. There were far more important things to settle.

The sense of urge was increasing. His prediction had been so strong and powerful that he really was afraid there could be the warning of an unknown danger in it. The mysterious sorceress has often helped him to interpret the answers behind his gift. But unfortunately both of them had a scarce control over their powers.

In any case he couldn’t keep quiet. So, after a brief pause he spoke again whispering:


“Bryn,… I had a vision”

[Sinbad]

Sinbad kept watching the girl and the hawk for anther momend before he averted his gaze and looked at his brother again. "Yes." he said. "I´m sure if the little one has anything important to tell her, she´ll let us know."

He turned towards the railing for a moment, refusing he urge to close his eyes and just let the wind rush past his face like he had liked to do some time ago. It was a beautiful day, despite the hawks restlessness an despite the fact that he had not acted like a gentleman exactly earlier, but if one only concentrated hard enough one could call it a perfectly nice day which took away all sorrows. If one concentrated hard enough... which Sinbad did not.

[alex]

Bryn’s smile vanished, and her face turned to concern. She knew Dermott must have had something important or he would not have brought it up. “What kind of vision?” she asked, speaking through her mind.

[Dermott]

Dermott concentrated, trying to gather again the pictures of the ice-cold eyes, the strange island and the symbolic three moving globes. Then he opened his mind, letting the flow of the images reach the sorceress, while sharing at the same time the sense of danger and oppression they conveyed.

[alex]

Bryn's frown deepened. "Hmmm, seems like we might encounter trouble. As, for the fire, perhaps that could mean Basra is on fire or could be heading for trouble. I will tell the captain. Thanks Dermott." She then lifted her arm and let the hawk fly off. She started walking to Sinbad.

[Sinbad]

Sinbad had half watched Bryn and the hawk. He had never fully understood how the two of them communicated - it had been the same with Maeve and Dermott. They were probably exchanging thoughts, he guessed.

When Bryn approached them, he straightened up a little.

[alex]

She saw her captain had straightened up as she approached and smiled. *At least he is a gentleman,* she thought. However, she shrugged off the thought. There were more important things to take care of. "Sinbad. We may be heading for trouble. Basra may be under attack."

[Sinbad]

Sinbad tossed a glance at his brother who was still standing next to him and a he frowned slightly as his eyes turned more serious. An attack? He wondered what was going on there, but knew there was no way of telling it until they reached the place which would be in the early morning of the next day if the winds meant well with them. "Did Dermott tell you this?" he asked, his words not doubting the truth of hers, but showing that he made a connection between the hawks apparent uneasyness and what Bryn was saying.