Bella leaned against the Railing at the bow of The Lady Fair, breathing in the salty sea breeze. Bella and her crew had been on the seas for about a week now and it was still touch and go, especially between some women. It seemed some had just wanted to leave Fartell and used her plan to take the chance. Some now wished to leave the ship as soon as they reached land. Bella was of a mind to let them leave, but several of the others were hesitant to go near land for now. Too afraid that if they made port too soon that there would be a greater chance of capture.

  It was a risk, but they had eventually come to terms that they would need to get comfortable making port and made plans to port at the Bigaja outpost. A Norwajaian port and one known to harbor fugitives of the Duriainan Empire, according to Nira. Who was originally from the ox-people's lands. Till she had fallen in love with a Fartellen sailor and moved to be with him, a decision she soon regretted as she found out he already had a wife when she had come to his door. Nira could not gain enough gold because of the regulations it took to run a business as a non-citizen and so jumped at the chance to escape when approached.

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  Pushing herself up, Bella made her way back to the helm as they approached the Norwajan Strait. A rather narrow chasm surrounded by the ever changing whirlpools that the changing of the flow of nature from The Trickster’s curse. It was still a couple of days out, but it would be the first genuine test of all of them. At the helm currently was Reza, who was acting as Bella’s second-in-command. Gripping the warm railing banister, Bella gave a greeting to the playful Kuririn, “So how we do on the medical supplies, Reza?”

  Reza gave a cheerful bark of a laugh as she replied, “Well. Your father’s backers set us up nicely sadly for them. They lost quite a bit of wealth because of it!”