AletheiaFelinea

Metal and WordsChapter 1 The sun rose, lighting the bay's waters. The morning breeze filled sails set in the roads, waking the waves splashing against wooden keels and stone docks. The wind advanced amidst narrow streets of Tortuga, vanishing there quickly and ignominiously. The infamous atmosphere of the town met one like a lighthouse, announcing the island's presence by a good half mile, by favourable (or rather, malevolent) wind. Some hoarse cock at the top of its lungs, and with the rasped throat, strove to best the screeches of gulls, oblivious to no one appreciated its efforts in a town which never slept. The day promised to be swelt...