A solemn lament for the departed, & one for the living[1]. The Dead had been mourned. Alurki looked around the ship for anything he could possibly use for repairs. There wasn't much metal around to replace the space in the hull. The ship was able to drift, Alurki had no way to control the boat. In rougher waters, water would enter the hull & surely sink the ship. Alurki had tired himself out, for the day. Accomplishing little to nothing. He laid in his bed, thinking about the quartz room & the orb he talked to. The water still surrounded by a red hue.
It was undeniable that the power of wind ran through him, he floated down using wing magic. Although it was all a haze. Does everyone get brought to the room & sign a contract? He had so many questions with no answer in sight. It just occurred to him, why was he even attacked? The tall silver haired man said it was revenge, revenge for what. That crew did nothing to him, it was just blind hatred cast upon him. That very thought was enough for his blood to boil.
For the first time Alurki found himself in the captain's quarters. Typically forbidden, although no one would be able to enforce the rules. What greeted him was a painfully dull room. The wood all around had grayish tones, whether that be the desk, the intricate bed frame, the nightstand, or the lectern. The lectern was where all the logs would be made, terribly important, yet terribly boring.
[1] PM FANS RISE UP