The sky was dark, almost as black as night although it was the middle of the afternoon. The swells tossed the ship as if it was little more than a beach ball. The captain of the vessel ducked under the cabin door, keeping his large horns from hitting the roof. He began barking orders, hoping to keep the ship moving even in the dangerous weather. A larger than life wave rose up out of the ocean, hitting the ship from the stern. The captain had his back turned and was unaware of the danger. When the wave hit, water sloshed across the deck, taking the captain with it. The demon slid to the bow, hitting the railing hard, and a black orb the size of a softball fell out of an inner trench coat pocket.<br/><br/>If it wasn't for the fact that the captain was also the navigator, most of his crew probably would have little to no concern about his safety. However, since this was the case, a handful of demons stopped what they were doing to ask him if he was okay.<br/><br/>"Turn about lads! We can not head home with out that trinket!" the captain barked. The orb that had fallen into the dark and thrashing ocean, was the entire reason for their journey.<br/><br/>~~~~~~<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFFF">Morys was laying on the deck of the ship, his eyes tightly closed, his black hair flattened by the rain and sea water. His stomach tossed with the ship, he face was pale from nauseousness.<br/><br/>"Oi! You there Almerkian," a Fae sailor called, tapping Morys's leg with his foot. "Ye sea sick? Ye should try sitting up and putting yer head between yer knees. It helps the other landlubbers!"<br/><br/>Morys blinked at the Fae sailor, his gray eyes mirroring the sky above. He blinked again when a rain drop fell into one of his eyes. The Almerkian slowly sat up, bending his knees and he put his head between them. His nauseousness subsided, but he hoped land was not far.<br/><br/>As if his mind had any sort of control on the situation, a Faerie sailor yelled, "Land ho!"<br/><br/>The navigator shouted, "Prepare to port!"<br/><br/><br/><br/>After what felt like hours, Morys was finally able to walk down the plank onto solid ground. He was closer to home than he had been in several weeks. He turned to look back at the ocean, a grimace marring his handsome face. His countenance changed to one of questioning intrigue when he noticed something dark and shiny riding the waves right to the beach. Morys hesitated for a moment, but realized he was already soaked to the skin. The Almerkian walked into the water past his ankles and picked up the black orb before the tide had a chance to pull it back to sea. He studied it in his hand, noticing an odd sort of niche in one side where the orb was orange within.<br/><br/>Thinking it might be some sort of enchanted thing, Morys slid the large orb into a trouser pocket and headed toward his inn of choice, The Dove By Inn.</span>