The Umbra's Odyessey - New Arivals in Island-a

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Book 2, Chapter 3 - New Arrivals in Island-a (Refrence: "India") --- "So." "No." [pause] "How about?" "NO." "We'll report this bug if it becomes a problem. It was probably some new guy's idea of a prank. Just fix the code." [Typing] "It's nothing to be worried about. DON'T bother them." -- "If someone would tell me how to get there, we might get there faster." Crypt said out loud, emphasis on someone. "Instead of sulking under deck!" Phantasm glanced down. "There's no hold, you know. We just borrowed this old thing because-" "I know, I know. He is just sitting in a half-hold, however, and NOT HELPING." Crypt shouted towards the half-hold. The half-hold was like a normal ship's hold, but I didn't have much space under it and no top cover. "Didn't he tell you before?" Phantasm started to make imaginary jabs at imaginary foes, sword slicing through the air, in hopefully clean cuts. Crypt glanced up at the sky, which was midnight-black, star poking through the clouds. Phantasm wondered why Crypt instaitsed on sailing at the dead of night, but whatever. Whatever gets all of them there. Unless holes are involved. [Crypt sighed.] "He did. So did Fortuna. I'd just hoped he'd help a bit more." he glanced at the sky again, studying it before making a sharp turn that nearly threw Phantasm off the deck, who was clinging onto a railing. "Watch it!" Under that mask, Phantasm imagined Crypt was hiding a wicked grin. "We should be there soon." He wedged a piece of wood in the wheel. There was no lock on this small ship, or if there was, it was broken. The wood or whatever had to hold the wheel in place to stop them from drifting out to MORE sea than they already had. He sat down on one of the unused cargo crates on deck. Phantasm joined him. "So." They started. "Umbra's not looking good, is he?" Crypt looked towards the half-deck. He scuffed his boots on the wood floor of their small ship. This is when Phantasm would try and decipher a face expression, but Crypt wore a kind of hood-veil. It was cool, but it didn't help Phantasm with learning to read facial expressions. It stayed the same. "He's grieving. Grief takes time to heal. I didn't think it would take him this long." Phantasm could imagine a frown on his face as he said this. Phantasm shethed their sword. "Aren't you grieving?" [pause] "I was, of course." "You don't show emotions much, do you?" "..." They sat in slience. Phantasm did agree on Umbra's state. They saw them. Messy hair (But that was normal. They mean, MORE messy). Unkept robes. white eyes hollow, staring at the ground. Bad temper. Prehaps them thinking about Umbra distracted Phantasm, and maybe Crypt was as well, because next thing they knew. [CRASH] "Whoops." --