From: rosenje@wkuvx1.bitnet
Newsgroups: alt.pub.dragons-inn
Subject: [JOI] Sailing on...
Message-ID: <1993Apr15.182725.6882@wkuvx1.bitnet>
Date: 15 Apr 93 18:27:25 CDT

	Kyar spent most of his time alone on the foredeck of the
Rhymand.  The companions (At least, those who were awake) had watched
the storm drift away behind them over the horizon.  Only then did they
feel truly safe.  Kyar had been worried that another black ship might
appear to drag them back into the evil storm.
	The damage to the Rhymand was extensive, and nearly half of
its crew had been killed in the battle, most of their bodies taken by
the storm.  Although Laurenth had patched the major hole in the hull
of the little ship, there were numerous small leaks that had opened
from the pressure of the stormy seas against the ship.  The companions
helped the crew with repairs as best they could, and did their best to
carry out the duties of the missing crewmen.
	Kyar felt useless, so he stayed out of the way.  His arm was
healing, but very slowly, and he still couldn't close his left hand
into a fist, much less use it in any kind of manual labor.  He instead
meditated and practiced focusing his control of the Phadra. 
Unfortunately this was difficult as well, for nearly all of his inner
strength was focused on healing his wounds.
	An aura of depression seemed to be centered on the ship.  The
crew mourned over the loss of their comrades, and the companions were
concerned about their wounded friends.  There was something more,
however... It was as if the aura of death that had surrounded the
black ship had followed the Rhymand out of the storm.  Even Alarond
seemed to be affected, as he was quiet and withdrawn instead of his
usual jovial self.
	All of this made Kyar uneasy.  On top of it all, he felt...
something.  Something seemed to be wrong on the ship, but he didn't
know what.  He couldn't focus enough inner power to find anything, and
it worried him.  He tried to convince himself that it was merely shock
from the horrible battle the companions had fought against the undead,
but he couldn't shake the feeling of dread that hung with him.  Yet he
said nothing to the others, thinking it best not to worry anyone. 
Besides, if no one else in the party had noticed anything, there was
probably nothing wrong.  But still...
	He tried to take his mind off of it.  He did the katas of the
snow leopard style, although there was little room on the ship, and
his left arm hung loosely at his side.  He practiced his mental
disiplines, trying to remember all of the lessons he had had when
training with his master in Ra Kati.  He pushed himself as far as his
depleted strength would let him, yet he had trouble sleeping... He
still felt like something was wrong...