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       The Silent Rose Chronicles
       By: Carausius Date: January 11, 2013, 9:11 am
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       [center][font=georgia]Chandos[/font][/center]
       The ship, rocked softly beneath iron shod feet as it passed out
       of the port, Chandos watched the great Sea Gate's brick walls
       loom above the ship's intricately carved stern, the ship was a
       beauty named Storm's Fury and every inch of it was covered in
       gilt and all manner of other decoration. Despite its ornamented
       beauty the ship was deadly, two trebuchets stood upon the main
       deck and a ballista was trained upon pursuers from atop the poop
       deck. If this was not enough to scare any aggressor, crossbowmen
       made their homes in the rigging and the crow's nests. The ship's
       one flaw was it's captain, though eager and charismatic Chandos'
       confidence as he new in his heart was born in textbooks and
       navigational charts and not the fires of battle. Chandos spat
       into the rolling waves as Hugo Bryce appeared at his shoulder.
       The man was his bosun, a common born man who wore his lanky grey
       hair in a thick salty plait down his beefy, red neck. "It's good
       to be out at sea, is it not?" The bosun ask in his harsh voice.
       "It was" Chandos replied curtly, he had a disdain for the mans
       common birth and a talent for voicing his opinion.
       "I meant ye, no harm m'lord captain. I was just inquiring." Hugo
       said apolligetically.
       "Well don't" Chandos snapped.
       "Yes m'lord" the man replied in a voice that threatened many
       things. Chandos thought about offering and apology but he new
       that it was too late, the man had tried to earn his respect and
       he had not given it, wearily Chandos rubbed the growing stubble
       on his chin as he thought about the enemy that lay far ahead of
       him and the enemies closer to hand.
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