The Atlark Incident

From Lost Realm

Foreword

Please, bear in mind that the Atlark have not completely been developed. As our forums are down at the time of writing, I can't really say for sure on their behaviour. So, for the purpose of this story, the Atlark will have limited free-will, but will ultimately be controlled by the Queen. Also note that everything will be linked to its related page.

The Story

Tiko fiddled with his quill idly while lightly resting his head on his fist. The charts before him were starting to bore him, but he was sure that within a few days they'd be out of the southern islands and around the tip of Kandonia. Then it'd be smooth sailing to Ajyendar to deliver his goods, do some exploring, and maybe do a little antagonizing of the Red Hand.

Footsteps rang in his ears and he looked up to see his first mate, and best friend, Zonku grinning at him. "We've just rounded the point, Tiko, and it'll be smooth sailing onwards to Ladrao."

Tiko smiled at his friend and then nodded. What a funny (yet appropriate) name, Zonku, he thought to himself. Ah well, just a nickname anyway. Made it up because my name sounded funny.

Pulling his experimental "gun" (as they were calling them) out of his pocket, he inclined his head towards Zonku. "Little target practice with the crew? It'll pass some time and give them a bit of a break. Plus, there's this perfect little oasis island a few leagues ahead."

Zonku grinned and then nodded, throwing a mock salute. "Aye aye, Mr. Captain!"