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A fishing expedition off the coast of Brigid offered the perfect chance to get away from the Academy and relax a little… Enjoy the sea breeze and take in the sun… If it weren’t for the crest beast circling under the fishing vessel. The crew is skilled, but an extra pair of hands never hurt; you load the harpoon. [Grants Lance +1] // @neirsung
Lady Lissa had always stated that his attentiveness would wane if he did not accompany it with a few days of rest and tidings. But he felt himself undeserving as a man, to rest on account of nothing even though he had so much work to be done. It was a task so arduous, so disagreeable that Frederick had found relaxing to be much more of a chore than chores themselves. They why was it that in his impatience that he had agreed to this fishing expedition? With some actual felicity behind the decision, Frederick had decided that if he were to relax, it may as well be done so with purpose behind it! He was to 1) supervise the students on board who had wounded up signing up to the same trip as his and 2) catch the largest tuna he could manage to carry home, and cut it into careful portions to dry and store for the winter.
"Iuchar, are you keeping warm? Shall I fetch you a second scarf?" Hopefully, this did not appear to importune him, for he only inquired after the young man's health in good-hearted consideration. He was a rather dashing fellow, with his own tidy uniform and claim towards a good head on his shoulders. He had already had a cup of warm tea in tow, since the sea salt and ocean spritz did little to calm the ocean chill that had postured over their small ship. As warm as the sun was, beating onto their backs, the fresh breezes could catch any man a-foul. Before Iuchar could protest, he already had the scarf neatly wrapped above the one Iuchar already adorned, to double up on his seaside resistance.
"There, now you will be able to sail as far as the sea will take you with nary a cold in sight!" Frederick beamed to himself, voluntarily leaning against the boat railing to check which direction the currents were flowing towards. He had hardly had a bite on his rod all day, so he had hoped to attend to his student in the meantime. However, a florescence that matched that of the unorthodox began to waver beneath their feet, breaking the surface of the water for a moment before diving back into the overcharged depths of black. The crew, practiced and undeterred by the sight, took their eyes off the sky and onto the light that began to quake their ship down to its last board.
"By Naga—!" The light traced into a symbol he had seen in the scrolls around these parts — a crest! Very much like his Lord's... "Iuchar! Grab a harpoon! There's little time to think before the whole ship collapses into sea foam!"
