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━━━━━━━━ 🏹 T E U T A 🏹 ━━━━━━━━
"You have officially lost your mind, Sturmhond!"
"I have a fantastic plan," he assured the young woman but she didn't buy it. Which showed in her face, his shoulders dropped in disbelieve. "Why don't you trust me? It's idiot proof, nothing can go wrong! You have nothing to worry about."
"Concerning you, I have everything to worry about!" She put her bag down on the main deck and returned to the plank that lead down to the docks. "We need the other ship, we don't have the capacity to place all we need for this long journey. Why did you sent it away with half of our crew?"
Sturmhond leaned against the rail, watching her walk down again. "Just trust me, that's all I'm asking. The Billy of Tea plays a significant role in my plan."
"A plan you won't tell us!"
"Yet!"
"Teuta, we have everything! You can come up again, there's nothing left on the docks!" Bassim yelled from the quarterdeck down to the young woman. "We'll set sail soon and we need to check the ship one more time!"
"I'm just waiting for the children!"
"Oh, they are staying here," Sturmhond replied. "Where we're heading is no place for them. Puls, we need the empty hammocks."
Teuta frowned. "For who?"
"You'll see."
She sighed in frustration and returned to the ship. Tamar walked over to her and Sturmhond, reporting that everything downstairs was ready. "Tamar, if he's that mysterious, the mission is another crazy idea of his. How bad is it? Is the world ending?"
The woman answered straight away. "Yes."
"No!" Stormhond called out immediately. "It is that bad, Tamar."
"It is."
Teutas eyes wandered back to her Captain. "What are we doing?"
"Helping to find a mystic creature for the Darkling."
He just said it like they were helping fishermen with their catch of the day. Teuta's face dropped in shock, and she couldn't help but to call out: "The Darkling?!"
"Sh!" Sturmhond put a finger on his lips. "Don't say his name out loud!"
She shot him an angry look, ready to blow up on him again. And not only because he just hushed her, but she was also still a bit upset about their conversation two days ago. And the ruined moment when she had brought him dinner. No, upset was the wrong word for it, she was disappointed. She didn't know either what exactly what her feelings were towards him, but she meant what she said to him. She would have hated him if he just had died like that, he was the great Sturmhond, nobody could defeat him, not even his blood brother.
