Flynn
Flynn fidgeted and kept re-rolling the Soul Scroll. He could feel the man with the scarred throat staring at him and watched his friend tap his peg leg with annoyance.
"Typical. Everyone hates me." He then proceeded to tap the scroll on his knee.
"NOPE!" The man closest to him lunged and stopped Flynn from further fidgeting.
His hands were abnormally hot and his eyes glowed between light brown and almost orange the scent of a just blown-out candle wafted in the air.
"Dragon?" Flynn wondered.
"Nu-uh...Dude, no." He snatched the scroll away.
"No more! I know you're nervous..."
The man began to tap the scroll on his own knee. "But your shit is starting to get annoying."
"If we can stay relaxed..." He continued.
Flynn glanced at maybe dragon guy's knee. Tap tap tap tap.
"So can you." He finished.
He then looked in the direction of Flynn's staring and realized what he was doing.
"GODDAMNIT!" And threw the scroll across the room.
"I'm sorry, but..." Flynn gave up. He felt embarrassed.
"But what?" 'Pegleg' asked. All three looked at him, waiting for him to finish.
Flynn shifted in his seat. No one usually asked him to continue speaking.
"I'm nervous. This is a completely different situation. Most of us probably weren't exposed to various species and now we're basically forced to spend our eternal lives with one."
Silence.
"You dirtbag." 'MaybeDragon' mumbled.
The ship then rocked harshly and 'Pegleg' put his hand over his chest. He groaned before taking a swig from his flask.
'Scarred Neck' looked at his friend with worry and so did Flynn.
"Ginger or peppermint tea would help more," Flynn said quietly.
'Pegleg' nodded. "Oh yeah, I know. This isn't rum or whiskey. It's ginger tea."
Harsh rocking again. 'Pegleg' groaned some more.
"Usually, this works when I add my own little spell to it, but..." He smiled at Flynn and raised his flask.
"Nerves." And chugged some more.
"So you're a witch?" Flynn asked excitedly.
'Pegleg' nodded. "Yup and you're an elf."
Flynn ran his hands over his pointed ears, a nervous tick, and chuckled. "Yeah, and you're a dragon?" He turned to look at the man next to him.
"Correct. I'm Dante, by the way." He stuck his hot hands out for Flynn to shake.
"I'm Flynn and you two are...?" He looked back at 'Pegleg' and 'Scarred Neck'.
'Scarred Neck' brought his coat collar up further.
'Pegleg' looked at his friend then back at Flynn. "I'm Remy and this is Edric, a werewolf."
Edric elbowed Remy. Remy looked at him again and Edric slowly nodded.
"O-oh...okay." Remy took a deep breath.
"Edric is mute. His throat was ripped out during a battle by a magical creature. He was defending my honor after they ripped my leg off." Remy stretched his wooden leg out and wiggled it a bit.
Dante and Flynn were quiet. They were trying to fully register what Remy just told them.
Remy cleared his throat. "We know sign language. Hopefully, I can make my linguistic spell work so you guys can, too."
"I'd be down for that!" Dante smiled enthusiastically.
"Same," Flynn responded.
Edric twitched a smile then turned away. Flynn could sense he was embarrassed, but grateful.
"A mute werewolf? Can he at least howl while transformed?" Flynn wondered.
The men chatted some more, while the ship rocked some more.
Remy grew quiet as his tea ran out. The motion of the ocean taking its toll.
Flynn stood up and staggered over to him. "Are you okay?"
Remy shook his head. "I'm out of ginger."
Flynn thought for a moment. "Uh-I-I'm not that good at this, but..."
Flynn held out his hand, palm-side up. Two tiny green buds began to form and quickly turn into one small piece of ginger and a lone peppermint leaf.
Flynn cleared his throat. "I'm really not good at this."
Remy frowned, pity etched on his face. "Oh, no man, this is great! I appreciate it."
He grabbed the ingredients and got to work.
"Dante, can you maybe warm up some of my water?" Remy asked while using a mortar and pestle to grind Flynn's gifts.
Dante walked over to him as Flynn looked out a window. "W-we're almost there."
Isolation Island loomed in the distance and the atmosphere on the ship changed.
The men remained quiet for the next half hour while they docked.
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