"Good night, Shalee," Charles said to the Crown Shalee Lianne. He bowed before her, bearing only traditional Amarrian robes that he had received while in Mercy's Keep bath house. Crown Lianne looked to him with a smile as she stepped into her quarters. The door shut gently behind there, and Charles left to stand facing the wooden oak. A long, sigh would escape his lips. His hand reached out, then he would lean against the wall in a moment of weakness.
Slowly, he came to his senses, gathering the soft belt that wrapped itself around his waist. With a tug, he secured his robes closer against his body as he would take off, slipper-footed through the keep to his own quarters. Fumbling like a fool with his entry card, he finally entered his quarters and let the door to shut behind him. His room was lit with nothing more than moonlight that streamed through a window whose drapes were drawn to the side. Charles would approach the window and gaze out of the glass, across the snowy plains that the Keep overlooked.
He made no move to turn the lights on. Instead, he turned to his fire place and approached it, kneeling in front of it and placing a few logs into it's heart. Some accelerant would also be poured ontop of the logs before a match was taken and with a single strike was lit. Charles would casually flip the match upon the soaked logs and watch the fire spark to life. Standing, content with the fire he had built, he proceeded to his closet and step inside, searching for something to wear. Something comfortable.
The Amarrian Captain moved from his closet back outside into his quarters, approaching his desk, his haven, and sitting in the wooden chair that scraped against the wooden floors a bit. In front of him lie some parchment and his ink well and quill that he had come to know all too well as of late. Writing had become an outlet for him.
Charles would reach for the quill, dipping it ever so gently into the black ink. But he pauses -- something catches him. A flush would rise to his cheeks at the thought of what had just transpired in the bath house. A kiss. The briefest of encounters, the briefest of touches. Sweet. Tender. The flush remained in his face as he smiled softly, bringing the quill to the parchment.
Behold, thou art fair, my love; behold; thou hast doves' eyes; within thy locks: thy hair is as a flock of goats, that appear from the vast mounts of Ezzara.
Thy teeth are like as perfect as a flock of sheep that are even shorn, which came up from the washing; whereof every one bear twins, and none is barren among them.
Thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy speech is comely: thy temples are like a piece of a pomegranate within thy locks.
Thy two breasts are like two young roes that are twins, which feed among the lilies.
Thou art all fair, my love; there is no spot in thee.
Thou hast ravished my heart; thou hast ravished my heart with one of thine eyes, with one chain of thy neck.
How fair is thy love, how much better is thy love than wine! And the smell of thine ointments than all spices!
Thy lips, drop as the honeycomb: honey and milk are under thy tongue; and the smell of thy garments is like the smell of heaven.
Tell me, O thou whom my soul loveth..
Charles would trail off, unable to complete the sentence. But he was perfectly content with what he had written. He would then proceed to bed.
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Friday, March 11, 2011
A Letter to Wentworth
Captain Charles Raine would pace mysteriously in his office that was apart of his quarters in Mercy's Keep. They had put him up in the most luxurious of suites; at least he thought so. It was more than generous to provide a newcomer with such accomodations. Finally, the restless Naval officer would stop pacing in front of his desk, where he would eye an old stack of blank papers and a quill. A sigh, and he would seat himself.
He would take a match and light a nearby oil lit lamp, illuminating the desk's surface in front of him for a better view. Taking a piece of paper and placing it neatly in front of him, he would reach for the quill and dip it's pointed tip into an ink well, dousing it in the black liquid. With a few strokes of his hand, he would begin composition.
Dear Frederick -
My heart is still filled with the grief at your absence, but knowing that you are at peace with God gives me the strength to continue.
Much have I been busying myself as of late with our war for the Empire. You should see my corpse collection. It's nothing to rival that of our youths, but it is still impressive to say the very least. I think it would please you at the extent of which I have been preserving them.
My corpse collection has grown thanks to the Knighthood and perhaps more importantly, Eran Mintor. I never would have thought I would call the Minmatar anything besides a wife stealing scoundrel, but his fleets have proven of much worth to fly in. He is a fearless commander and leader, setting an example for all who strive to serve.
I pity him, however, as I pitied myself over the loss of Crown Shalee Lianne. I originally thought him to be nothing more than a Minmatar scoundrel, a wife stealing back stabber. He has proven me quite wrong. Eran is one of the most dedicated pilots and leaders that I've ever had the pleasure to serve under. His direction is as clear as the night sky and his knowledge is vast like an ocean. Eran has led the Knighthood, and the militia, to many a glorious victory.
I've also come upon the pleasure of making new friends in the Knighthood. Karmilla Strife, a fellow pilot, has been much comfort and the most delightful of company to me. As well as another woman. A slave to Esna Pitoojee. Her name is Rin. Both have been more than kind to me during my stay so far with the Knighthood.
I find it peculiar, the relationship that Esna and Rin share. It is by no means your typical master-slave relationship. No, there is something more there. There is a mutual respect. Esna actually cares for the well being and values his slaves. Their bond is more of a friendship than anything, it seems like from what I've observed.
Rin has suggested that I speak with Esna privately as to what to do with all the slaves we've acquired throughout our adventures. Yes, I've still kept every single one. And I will find a way for them to live a life free from bondage. You probably roll over in your grave laughing at my naive notions, but it is what God has called me to do.
As for now, brother, I must rest. I grow eary in the wee hours of the morning. I shall write to you again soon.
Charles would sign the letter formally before folding it up neatly into a perfect square. He would pause for a moment, looking down at the letter. Suddenly, the sound of wood scraping against wood would be heard as his chair scooted back in its place and the Amarrian pilot rose to his feet, deep sigh escaping his drying lips. Picking up the piece of paper, he would hold it over the candle light, watching it light on fire. With his other hand, he would move to open a nearby window, watching as the ashes went scattering outside of the keep.
He would take a match and light a nearby oil lit lamp, illuminating the desk's surface in front of him for a better view. Taking a piece of paper and placing it neatly in front of him, he would reach for the quill and dip it's pointed tip into an ink well, dousing it in the black liquid. With a few strokes of his hand, he would begin composition.
Dear Frederick -
My heart is still filled with the grief at your absence, but knowing that you are at peace with God gives me the strength to continue.
Much have I been busying myself as of late with our war for the Empire. You should see my corpse collection. It's nothing to rival that of our youths, but it is still impressive to say the very least. I think it would please you at the extent of which I have been preserving them.
My corpse collection has grown thanks to the Knighthood and perhaps more importantly, Eran Mintor. I never would have thought I would call the Minmatar anything besides a wife stealing scoundrel, but his fleets have proven of much worth to fly in. He is a fearless commander and leader, setting an example for all who strive to serve.
I pity him, however, as I pitied myself over the loss of Crown Shalee Lianne. I originally thought him to be nothing more than a Minmatar scoundrel, a wife stealing back stabber. He has proven me quite wrong. Eran is one of the most dedicated pilots and leaders that I've ever had the pleasure to serve under. His direction is as clear as the night sky and his knowledge is vast like an ocean. Eran has led the Knighthood, and the militia, to many a glorious victory.
I've also come upon the pleasure of making new friends in the Knighthood. Karmilla Strife, a fellow pilot, has been much comfort and the most delightful of company to me. As well as another woman. A slave to Esna Pitoojee. Her name is Rin. Both have been more than kind to me during my stay so far with the Knighthood.
I find it peculiar, the relationship that Esna and Rin share. It is by no means your typical master-slave relationship. No, there is something more there. There is a mutual respect. Esna actually cares for the well being and values his slaves. Their bond is more of a friendship than anything, it seems like from what I've observed.
Rin has suggested that I speak with Esna privately as to what to do with all the slaves we've acquired throughout our adventures. Yes, I've still kept every single one. And I will find a way for them to live a life free from bondage. You probably roll over in your grave laughing at my naive notions, but it is what God has called me to do.
As for now, brother, I must rest. I grow eary in the wee hours of the morning. I shall write to you again soon.
Charles would sign the letter formally before folding it up neatly into a perfect square. He would pause for a moment, looking down at the letter. Suddenly, the sound of wood scraping against wood would be heard as his chair scooted back in its place and the Amarrian pilot rose to his feet, deep sigh escaping his drying lips. Picking up the piece of paper, he would hold it over the candle light, watching it light on fire. With his other hand, he would move to open a nearby window, watching as the ashes went scattering outside of the keep.
Monday, February 28, 2011
Good Morning
Good morning, heart ache. You old gloomy sight. Thought we said good bye last night. I tossed and turned until you seemed gone, .. but here you are, with the dawn. I wish I could forget you, but it seems you're here to stay. It.. grows by the day.
Good morning, heart ache. What's new? It seems I simply can't shake you. Might as well get used to.. having you around.
Good morning, heart ache. What's new? It seems I simply can't shake you. Might as well get used to.. having you around.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
A Letter of Appreciation
Captain Charles Raine would enter the office of his apartment, part of the Keep of the Knights of the Merciful Crown. Turning the lights on, he would head over to the fireplace and proceed to spark it skillfully. Removing his cloak and gloves, he would set them aside, moving to his desk to take a seat.
Something would catch his eye -- a new piece of mail in his personal account. He would let out a soft breath as he read it.
Captain Raine -
This is Cordellia M. Snyder. I wanted to let you know how I and the children were doing. Emile has grown up and now works for a large mining company. He loves what he does and is soon expected to marry and start a family. He sends his regards. Annette is nearly thirteen years of age and has taken quite an interest in the Navy, thanks to your influence.
As for me, I've remarried a fellow Caldari. His name is Hans. He owns his own transportation business. He's been a father to both of the children in every way possible.
Mr. Raine, we will never be able to show our appreciation for what you have done for our family. We think of you and your kindness often, and pray for your safety in the skies. Perhaps we might meet again. Our message is simply thank you, for giving us lives.
Sincerely,
Cordellia M. Snyder
Charles would close the piece of mail with a soft smile, leaning back in his plush chair, gazing into the embers of the fire place. He would lose himself in a moment of recollection..
~~~~
"We have to kill them, Charles. For the Empire," Captain F. Wentworth spoke to his fellow squadron commander. In front of them were two pirates whom had led a massive attack against Empire Space. Captains Raine and Wentworth's crew had been led into a trap and ambushed while out on patrol of the Huola system. The two pirates were all that remained of the small fleet that was easily defeated by the Naval squadron, led by Raine and Wentworth.
"Agreed," Charles would say, removing a pistol from his pressed uniform. Captain Wentworth would do the same, and both Amarrians would approach both of the captured Gallente who were forced down on their knees. Two shots would be fired, and the pirates bodies would slump over.
"Fine trophies. These ones are mine, by the way," Wentworth spoke of the corpses as he placed his weapon back in its holster. Charles would do the same, gazing upon the bodies. "Very well Frederick, if you simply must."
"Yes, I must," the Captain replied, his eyes looming in the distance to the ships the pirates had left behind. "What kind of isk you think those guys had been carrying?"
Charles would cross his arms over his chest and begin walking towards the downed Drakes that were now abandoned. "Only one way to tell."
The pair looted one of the Drakes with great success; parts that would be able to sell for more than a bunble back in Amarr and a plenty amount of isk. As they came to the second ship, however, they were greeted with a small group of slaves; among them a Caldari mother with two smaller children.
"Even better," Wentworth spoke. "Slaves. They're ours for the taking." He would begin rounding them up. Charles didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't keep slaves, but he dare not disclose that to Frederick. Being a Holder, he knew not to own slaves was suspicious and uncommon. A glance would be given to the mother Caldari and her children. Charles would speak out, "Those are mine."
Frederick would giggle. "Fancy the mother, do you?" Charles would smirk slightly, leading the mother and her children aboard his ship.
"Right, let's get back to station. We stick around here any longer, we're sitting ducks against those bastards," Wentworth grumbled. "I'll see you back there."
Charles would nod and proceed to his ship. But he wouldn't head back to base. Instead, he would make set his waypoint to Caldari space and let the mother and her children off at a major hub. He would take all the isk he had just looted and left it with them. The mother said nothing to him as he left them.
~~~~~~
Captain Raine would stand and take the letter to the fireplace, throwing it in and watching it intely catch fire and burn before his very eyes.
Something would catch his eye -- a new piece of mail in his personal account. He would let out a soft breath as he read it.
Captain Raine -
This is Cordellia M. Snyder. I wanted to let you know how I and the children were doing. Emile has grown up and now works for a large mining company. He loves what he does and is soon expected to marry and start a family. He sends his regards. Annette is nearly thirteen years of age and has taken quite an interest in the Navy, thanks to your influence.
As for me, I've remarried a fellow Caldari. His name is Hans. He owns his own transportation business. He's been a father to both of the children in every way possible.
Mr. Raine, we will never be able to show our appreciation for what you have done for our family. We think of you and your kindness often, and pray for your safety in the skies. Perhaps we might meet again. Our message is simply thank you, for giving us lives.
Sincerely,
Cordellia M. Snyder
Charles would close the piece of mail with a soft smile, leaning back in his plush chair, gazing into the embers of the fire place. He would lose himself in a moment of recollection..
~~~~
"We have to kill them, Charles. For the Empire," Captain F. Wentworth spoke to his fellow squadron commander. In front of them were two pirates whom had led a massive attack against Empire Space. Captains Raine and Wentworth's crew had been led into a trap and ambushed while out on patrol of the Huola system. The two pirates were all that remained of the small fleet that was easily defeated by the Naval squadron, led by Raine and Wentworth.
"Agreed," Charles would say, removing a pistol from his pressed uniform. Captain Wentworth would do the same, and both Amarrians would approach both of the captured Gallente who were forced down on their knees. Two shots would be fired, and the pirates bodies would slump over.
"Fine trophies. These ones are mine, by the way," Wentworth spoke of the corpses as he placed his weapon back in its holster. Charles would do the same, gazing upon the bodies. "Very well Frederick, if you simply must."
"Yes, I must," the Captain replied, his eyes looming in the distance to the ships the pirates had left behind. "What kind of isk you think those guys had been carrying?"
Charles would cross his arms over his chest and begin walking towards the downed Drakes that were now abandoned. "Only one way to tell."
The pair looted one of the Drakes with great success; parts that would be able to sell for more than a bunble back in Amarr and a plenty amount of isk. As they came to the second ship, however, they were greeted with a small group of slaves; among them a Caldari mother with two smaller children.
"Even better," Wentworth spoke. "Slaves. They're ours for the taking." He would begin rounding them up. Charles didn't know what to do with himself. He didn't keep slaves, but he dare not disclose that to Frederick. Being a Holder, he knew not to own slaves was suspicious and uncommon. A glance would be given to the mother Caldari and her children. Charles would speak out, "Those are mine."
Frederick would giggle. "Fancy the mother, do you?" Charles would smirk slightly, leading the mother and her children aboard his ship.
"Right, let's get back to station. We stick around here any longer, we're sitting ducks against those bastards," Wentworth grumbled. "I'll see you back there."
Charles would nod and proceed to his ship. But he wouldn't head back to base. Instead, he would make set his waypoint to Caldari space and let the mother and her children off at a major hub. He would take all the isk he had just looted and left it with them. The mother said nothing to him as he left them.
~~~~~~
Captain Raine would stand and take the letter to the fireplace, throwing it in and watching it intely catch fire and burn before his very eyes.
Monday, February 21, 2011
I've once again settled into the ranks of the Knights of the Merciful Crown. Everyone has been more than welcoming and helping me situate to my new life style. I've been mastering a new ship, the Thrasher, a Minmatar Destroyer. It's proved useful in the militia. Many corpses have been mine in the name of the Empire, and for that, I am pleased. Nothing gives me greater joy than to service the Empire and wiping that scum from our solar system.
I have found myself to be flying aside Eran Mintor, who has been leading the fleets, as I am not seasoned enough to take it upon myself quite yet. The man is indeed a worthy foe, and despite what I may have thought of him in the past, a seemingly pleasurable .. friend. I never thought I would come to find myself calling him such a thing, but it is so. We share something, he and I. Our loss, our heart ache. I think it bonds us together in a way. He's even offered to help me with some of the estates I've been awarded from my time in the Navy and the ones that have been passed down to me from my father, rest his soul.
I've found it increasingly difficult to serve under the Crown Shalee Lianne. She divorced me in my absense, which is understandable, but still, the fact remains. My feelings, remain. Frederick always said my first loyalty is to the Empire and to serve it as if it were your wife, your mistress, your lover.. but it's hard not to be caught up by the very way she carries herself through the keep. Her hair. The scent of her perfume as she walks by. Her voice. To gaze upon her every day and be denied her touch.. I have never turned from a challenge, but I feel as though I am without strength to face this one.
I have found myself to be flying aside Eran Mintor, who has been leading the fleets, as I am not seasoned enough to take it upon myself quite yet. The man is indeed a worthy foe, and despite what I may have thought of him in the past, a seemingly pleasurable .. friend. I never thought I would come to find myself calling him such a thing, but it is so. We share something, he and I. Our loss, our heart ache. I think it bonds us together in a way. He's even offered to help me with some of the estates I've been awarded from my time in the Navy and the ones that have been passed down to me from my father, rest his soul.
I've found it increasingly difficult to serve under the Crown Shalee Lianne. She divorced me in my absense, which is understandable, but still, the fact remains. My feelings, remain. Frederick always said my first loyalty is to the Empire and to serve it as if it were your wife, your mistress, your lover.. but it's hard not to be caught up by the very way she carries herself through the keep. Her hair. The scent of her perfume as she walks by. Her voice. To gaze upon her every day and be denied her touch.. I have never turned from a challenge, but I feel as though I am without strength to face this one.
Thursday, February 17, 2011
A Return to the Knighthood
My mind had been a flurry of thoughts surrounding the return of mine to the Knights of the Merciful Crown. Aldrith.. and Shalee.. were kind enough to see me returned to my status amongst them, and for that I am grateful. They have made my transition out of the Navy easier. Still though, there were many questions lingering in the air. What of the estates I had to leave behind at the time of my reinlistment? Hopefully they have been cared for, as I would have cared for them in my absense.
I'd hoped certain friends were well. And of course, Shalee. I pondered her status. Had she proceeded with the divorce and married Mr. Mintor? What would be her reaction upon my return? Would she even have me?
Frederick was right, however. It didn't matter. There is no time for folly and such foolish things as love and marriage. Service to the Navy was much more important, service to the Empire was all that mattered. Whatever the circumstances may be upon my arrival, I must return. I knew I must serve her and the rest of the Knights in order to serve the Empire. I knew it was time to stop being selfish and move on, continue with my life as my father would have.
I had been met with a fellow that frequents the Keep named Vlad upon my first arrival. He was kind enough to welcome me back. I had some wine and we spoke of a fleet he had been building. Odd character, but nice enough.
The keep remained silent for several hours. I passed my time by unloading my belongings and making myself comfortable in the apartments that are available to all of the Squires and Knights of the Merciful Crown.
Shalee came in soon afterwards. She was shocked to see me, as I would have expected. She was very understanding of my situation.. of why I had left. How painful it had been for me to stay. Before I had time to express my feelings towards her, that they were in fact no more and that I could serve to the fullest of my ability without my emotions for her clouding my judgement.. she took the words right out of my mouth. She had called things off with Mr. Mintor and decided that she could be with no one, the Empire was her ultimate service. How about that. How relieving. We are now on the same page.
Still, when I gaze upon her.. I still feel a twinge. Something I don't like.
Captain C. Raine
I'd hoped certain friends were well. And of course, Shalee. I pondered her status. Had she proceeded with the divorce and married Mr. Mintor? What would be her reaction upon my return? Would she even have me?
Frederick was right, however. It didn't matter. There is no time for folly and such foolish things as love and marriage. Service to the Navy was much more important, service to the Empire was all that mattered. Whatever the circumstances may be upon my arrival, I must return. I knew I must serve her and the rest of the Knights in order to serve the Empire. I knew it was time to stop being selfish and move on, continue with my life as my father would have.
I had been met with a fellow that frequents the Keep named Vlad upon my first arrival. He was kind enough to welcome me back. I had some wine and we spoke of a fleet he had been building. Odd character, but nice enough.
The keep remained silent for several hours. I passed my time by unloading my belongings and making myself comfortable in the apartments that are available to all of the Squires and Knights of the Merciful Crown.
Shalee came in soon afterwards. She was shocked to see me, as I would have expected. She was very understanding of my situation.. of why I had left. How painful it had been for me to stay. Before I had time to express my feelings towards her, that they were in fact no more and that I could serve to the fullest of my ability without my emotions for her clouding my judgement.. she took the words right out of my mouth. She had called things off with Mr. Mintor and decided that she could be with no one, the Empire was her ultimate service. How about that. How relieving. We are now on the same page.
Still, when I gaze upon her.. I still feel a twinge. Something I don't like.
Captain C. Raine
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
A Talk Amongst Men
Captain Charles Raine looked to his fellow officer, Captain F. Wentworth in amazement. Isk, as far as the eye could see. Enough for their entire company to retire off of.
"It's as if you had never left," Wentworth finally said, breaking the silence that lingered in the air; aside from burning metal around them.
Captain Raine remained silent.
"You've never dreamt of such wealth, have you Charles?" Wentworth asked, pointing onwards to the salvage site.
Few things ceased to amaze Charles, but this was one of those rare cases. For once, he found himself at a loss of words as he stared off into what seemed like an oblivion of bounty. Finally, words came to him. "The Navy certainly has its fortunes to be had," Charles said, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes would scan the sight before them: The Empire taking it's glory and power. The pirates had been utterly foolish to try an attempt a surprise attack on their fleet. Wentworth and Raine had struck back with a vicious ferocity that went unmatched.
Wentworth looked to Charles. "Even this isn't glorious enough for you?" he said brashly. "We are successful officers in the Empire's Navy! Riches everywhere, title, status, prestige. But you would not have it." There was a silence in the air that followed.
"Why'd you come back, Charles? Hm? What is it? You'd fulfilled your duties and were earnest to be rid of the Navy."
"You know why, help was asked of me," Charles quickly countered.
"No, that's not the real reason and we both know it. The Navy always wants prior service officers back in their clutches."
Another awkward silence. Captain Wentworth threw his arms up in frustration. "It was that wife of yours when you returned, wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was, as a matter of fact. If you simply must know. I returned to my father's estate.. and she had fallen in love with another."
Wentworth was quiet a moment, before sending a servant to fetch the two some wine. "I see. Who is this Amarrian?"
"He's no Amarrian," Charles replied bitterly.
Another silence as wine was brought to them. Each of them took a cup and took several long drinks before continuing.
Wentworth finally grinned at Charles. He would approach the young man and embrace his shoulder with his hand. "Listen to me. You should have no other. Your other should be The Empire. What greater honor is there than to serve? And fruitfully, at that!" he exclaimed, pointing onwards to their enormous bounty. "Do you really wish to be tied down?"
Charles pondered a long moment. "You're right."
"Of course I am," Wentworth joked, taking a gulp of wine. "I've been at this longer than you have."
The two would finish their drinks and begin to make arrangements for their fleet to move on.
Wentworth, tying a scarf around his neck, would look to Raine. "Charles, I'm sorry you got hurt in this process. But these are words to live by. When is your contract up?"
"You've still got to put up with me for another year."
Wentworth would roll his eyes, and then laugh heartily. "So be it. Let's get out of this shit hole, eh?" The two would make their way back to their ships.
"It's as if you had never left," Wentworth finally said, breaking the silence that lingered in the air; aside from burning metal around them.
Captain Raine remained silent.
"You've never dreamt of such wealth, have you Charles?" Wentworth asked, pointing onwards to the salvage site.
Few things ceased to amaze Charles, but this was one of those rare cases. For once, he found himself at a loss of words as he stared off into what seemed like an oblivion of bounty. Finally, words came to him. "The Navy certainly has its fortunes to be had," Charles said, crossing his arms over his chest. His eyes would scan the sight before them: The Empire taking it's glory and power. The pirates had been utterly foolish to try an attempt a surprise attack on their fleet. Wentworth and Raine had struck back with a vicious ferocity that went unmatched.
Wentworth looked to Charles. "Even this isn't glorious enough for you?" he said brashly. "We are successful officers in the Empire's Navy! Riches everywhere, title, status, prestige. But you would not have it." There was a silence in the air that followed.
"Why'd you come back, Charles? Hm? What is it? You'd fulfilled your duties and were earnest to be rid of the Navy."
"You know why, help was asked of me," Charles quickly countered.
"No, that's not the real reason and we both know it. The Navy always wants prior service officers back in their clutches."
Another awkward silence. Captain Wentworth threw his arms up in frustration. "It was that wife of yours when you returned, wasn't it?"
"Yes, it was, as a matter of fact. If you simply must know. I returned to my father's estate.. and she had fallen in love with another."
Wentworth was quiet a moment, before sending a servant to fetch the two some wine. "I see. Who is this Amarrian?"
"He's no Amarrian," Charles replied bitterly.
Another silence as wine was brought to them. Each of them took a cup and took several long drinks before continuing.
Wentworth finally grinned at Charles. He would approach the young man and embrace his shoulder with his hand. "Listen to me. You should have no other. Your other should be The Empire. What greater honor is there than to serve? And fruitfully, at that!" he exclaimed, pointing onwards to their enormous bounty. "Do you really wish to be tied down?"
Charles pondered a long moment. "You're right."
"Of course I am," Wentworth joked, taking a gulp of wine. "I've been at this longer than you have."
The two would finish their drinks and begin to make arrangements for their fleet to move on.
Wentworth, tying a scarf around his neck, would look to Raine. "Charles, I'm sorry you got hurt in this process. But these are words to live by. When is your contract up?"
"You've still got to put up with me for another year."
Wentworth would roll his eyes, and then laugh heartily. "So be it. Let's get out of this shit hole, eh?" The two would make their way back to their ships.
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