At sea once again, the mariner spends time within the captain's chamber listening to a disconcerting speech.
With the new crew aboard not having yet earned their sea-legs, they did not notice what was happening. My time at sea gave me insight beyond theirs and I knew that with the travelling of the sun we were headed to the south... and Umbar.
Aching. The pain swelling within. The strain at the loss of the first Nenglor. All those lost. Every waking moment the thoughts of the crew crept in, and every night in dreams their voices echoed from the sea....
Something had broken within, I did my best to wrest control of the madness seeping in.
Try as h- as I may, the anger would not come under control. Listening, I heard the true resentment.
Sorrow took hold, and there were only tears. Were they loud enough to drown out the cries?