As he moved closer, they moved back, until he was in the center of a small semi-circle. He came to a stop, examining his audience’s faces. Instead of the terrified expressions most of them had born not ten minutes ago, the majority of the group was now simply looking at Zach quizzically. Zach frowned. It seemed as if they hadn’t heard a word he had spoken! Then it struck him, and he mentally kicked himself.
The helmet! More specifically, the soundproof helmet. He had forgotten to take it off; all the people had seen was his mouth moving and him making flowery gestures. No wonder they looked so confused! With a hiss of escaping air the helmet came off, and an exasperated Zach proceeded to get straight to the point.
“If someone doesn’t find a way to get me back to the road in the ocean in the next 15 minuets, I’ll kill you all.”
This evoked a horrified gasp from the gathering: exactly what Zach wanted to hear. A man dressed similar to the one wizard-like fellow Zach had killed earlier on the ship was ejected from the mass, a desperate sacrifice offered to appease a tyrannical intruder.
“I…ah, I believe I might b-be able to teleport you to the road of which you sp-peak, good s-sir, using my ancient m-magicks, sir, should it p-please you, s-sir,* the trembling mage stammered, fiercely examining his feet.
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