<div class="floatright">(http://fc04.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/099/4/3/the_sea_is_my_mistress_by_revolution_77-d2iqhgy.jpg)<br/>Captain Tion</div><br/>The sea captain, a solid older man, shook his head no.  "No m'lady.  Your father's instructions to me were quite clear, give you enough time to turn command over to your second, collect whatever belongings and then return home as quickly as possible.  To that extent he's hired on an expensive wind-caller from House Saari to speed our journey.  We need not wait for the tides and I can have you home in a few days."<br/><br/>The mayor let out a low whistle, "A wind-caller just to transport her home?  The cost must be..."<br/><br/>The sea captain cut in speaking over the mayor, "The cost must be Lord Vynar's business and none of your own sir.  I'll remind you that your town owes it's business to Lord Vynar, and now the townsfolk owe their lives to Lady Vynar."  He gestured at Celes.  He seemed passionate and intelligent, not in keeping with a sailor's stereotypes for Celes.  Then again, to become a captain she supposed, one couldn't be a dummy either.  Despite his age and grey whiskers, his manner was strong and bold and his gait was rolling, as if he wasn't used to floors that stayed perfectly still.  So when he turned his gaze back on Celes, she felt the comfortable warmth in her stomach that caused her to smile at him.  "So m'lady Vynar, I shall wait on board my ship.  I beg of you to make haste, and make sure your affairs are in order here.  We leave the moment you return, regardless of the hour."<br/><br/>Celes knew that she could just leave now.  A trip back to the camp would take more than an hour just to travel, and Laird already knew how to command the platoon.  A message could just be sent along.  What few possessions she had that she'd want to take along were in the saddle bags of her horse, which was stabled below anyways.  Then again, who knew when she'd see her platoon again?  She could go back for a final celebration.  Plus it wouldn't be the worst idea in the world to see how her platoon was handling the clean up of the orcish horde they had decimated.  It might be a good idea to pull them back to the town now that the main force of the orcs had been broken... would Laird do that?   But her father did want her home immediately...