Hanxi spent his night shift with diligent meditation, mind flowing like waves. Memories of the temple and home rippled like some mysterious board game as images of a dreadful beast--the one who killed Father--lurked in the depths. Perhaps the beast had a visitor, perhaps not.
* * *
The time came of warning--half a day away, three sides, the admiral’s fleet, plus reinforcements ahead waiting for them and an intercepting set of sea elves. Quite unfortunate indeed. Fewer options--east and suffer attrition, or risk sneaking past the pursuers.
Hanxi appeared amidst discussions. Annie wanted the safest way, whichever way that was. Havoc and Ulysses voted Trader’s Bay. Aia voted ambushing the admiral’s fleet--she probably had beneficial qualities for such an endeavor.
Upon noticing her voice, Hanxi placed a fist into a palm, held them before himself, and slightly bowed towards Aia. “Ná mó emítuófó.”
Hanxi imagined that the admiral’s fleet, the Sea Banshee, and the Moonsails engaged all at once and, before the chaos, seek an advantage through diplomacy with fellow humans. However, with only one possible vote for that option, it would not happen.
“If we cannot win, we must not fight unless in desperation for life. On a difficult path, we push on towards Trader's Bay and allow our pursuers the chase with hopes they misalign their paths--what they intend may be our means to influence them. If possible, perhaps we build a folly vessel mounted with torch and long fuse leading to spare black powder and quicklime, release it behind us or along current during night time in hopes to fool pursuers. Once torch attracts attention, they fire upon it. Once fire ignites powder, smoke may trick pursuers into believing they sunk us.” Hanxi looked up. “Can ghostly woman catch homing pigeons or the whispering bird envelope them inside beak? If so, we may replace letters with false information. We must focus on unfathomable initiatives.”
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