Diaries of Rhonda Floam: The Trip to Shawmancer Island (entry 13)

Kogu 34, SP~4,909

Rhonda Floam

Who’s side is Fweyling on?

Captain Fweyling says we should arrive tomorrow or the next day, depending on the weather. He’s a good ship’s captain. He is a zweyjen, after all, so I would expect nothing less. The zweyjen are definitely the best mariners. Pretty good business folk, too.

Even so, are we lost?  We’ve been stuck in this fog and snow for days now, and I don’t know that we’re going anywhere.  And, the sounds all day, and all night, are just creepy.  Fweyling says not to worry, but I’m no longer paying any attention to him.

No nossring, either. I’ve been looking, too. They might be hiding, but I don’t think even nossring can hide that well on a ship this size.  My gut tells me that Fewyling knows more than he’s saying.  Twice now he’s made excuses about where they were, but both times he was definitely lying.

No blink bats from Bobby for two weeks! Time to get worried … done.

Diaries of Rhonda Floam: The Trip to Shawmancer Island (entry 12)

Kogu 34, SP~4,909

Rhonda Floam

Take a wild guess!

More fog, more icebergs, and more snow!

I’m going crazy with nothing to do. Still no sign of Donnessling and his folk. I went over every bit of the ship I was allowed to see, and a few I was not. I’m starting to worry, and I’m not a worrier, though Bobby would not agree. Why haven’t I heard from him?  Just one more thing to make things complicated.

Got a blink bat today. I thought it was from Bobby, but it was from my editor. Slight change of plans. When I get to Shawmancer (if I ever do get there!) I’ll be met by a reporter from one of the local papers. His name is Chawmer. He’ll provide me with the introductions I need to get things rolling. The paper he works for is called the Partameer Provider. Odd name for a newspaper, but it is Shawmancer Island. I guess they do things their own way.

I saw the Captain today. Unfortunately, I wasn’t quick enough because he saw me first and managed to avoid me. I’m sure he’d deny it, but he definitely was. I was going to ask him about Donnessling. I get the feeling he knows more than he lets on about the nossring. I’m not sure why a zweyjen would be involved with nossring. Just one more mystery to add to my list.

If there’s one more day of fog and sleet and icebergs, I’m going to … oh, what am I going to do. Oh, yes, complain to myself. Glad I brought my diary!

Diaries of Rhonda Floam: The Trip to Shawmancer Island (entry 11)

Kogu 33, SP~4,909

Rhonda Floam

Fog and icebergs, and now snow!

Fog again! Not as thick as the last two days, but that didn’t help much.

Around mid-day (I think it was mid-day — hard to tell because of — the fog!) we passed through a flotilla of icebergs.

I was standing at the deck railing enjoying a short bit of not-quite-as-foggy weather when it just snapped into view. It was like this mountain of ice lunged at me out of the fog bank. It was three times as tall as the ship, at least, and I think there were some strange creatures moving around on it, like giant, gray slugs. Must have been six feet long. Hard to say, of course. I did hear some loan moaning sounds. I swear these things were talking to each other, and maybe to me.

Just as it was passing out of view I raised my hand and one of those things rose up a bit and, it looked to me like it wiggled back and forth. Then it just disappeared back into the fog like it was never there.

By the end of the day, the weather added snow to the fog. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse.

No sign of the nossring.

Diaries of Rhonda Floam: The Trip to Shawmancer Island (entry 10)

Kogu 31, SP~4,909

Rhonda Floam


Woke up this morning and the fog was so thick I couldn’t see ten feet in front of me. Sounds were strange, too. I’d hear a voice right next to my shoulder and I’d turn and no one there.

I never wanted to travel by ship in the first place, so this was too much. I went back to my cabin. Ate wafers all day, and kept waiting for it to clear.

Here we are at the end of the day with no end in sight, or anything else in sight for that matter.

Diaries of Rhonda Floam: The Trip to Shawmancer Island (entry 9)

Kogu 30, SP~4,909, a little bit more

Rhonda Floam

I’m still buzzing, and thinking about the morning’s events, so I decided to calm down by getting some work done on my “lessons”. It seemed to do the trick.

Here’s the outline.

Note to Self: I can’t believe I’m doing this kind of work again — I graduated Naldrin Univeristy two years ago, and I thought I was done with this stuff, but I guess not.

So, here’s the teaching plan for all these Shawmancers-ites (is that a word?).

First things first. I’ll give an intro about the Six Energies. Just review. Everybody on the Continent knows this, though some call them Gods, not Energies. I think I’m about to meet a lot of the former. Follin Twy’s text is a good start; very readable and doesn’t get into the Guilds. A subject I plan to avoid for the most part.

Next, I’ll cover the Ten Races and a couple others like the martles and, after the last few days, probably the nossring. Folk like this. Good stories. Lots of heroics. Some are even true. Korvan Drearey’s, “The Sentient Creatures of the Tamarran Continent, and Others of Note” is pretty dry, but good enough.

Third, I need to get in some basic Continental history. There’s a lot of books on this; way too much, so I’ll just give them the big picture and some pointers.

Last thing, the Council made it clear that I have to teach them about Naldrin City. I expected that, of course (since I’m not an idiot). The problem is talking about only the good things. I brought a copy of “The Cities and Regions of the Tamarran Continent”, by Mallorn Malldorrent. He’s from Tarnath, but still tells it pretty straight. I can embellish a bit more about Naldrin on my own.

[Note to self: It just occurred to me that some guides for travelers could really sell! Tell them what places are like, where to eat, where to sleep. All the good stuff. I wouldn’t mind making some money!]

Well, that’s an outline, and a good day’s work. Two good days’ work. Time for some sleep.

Diaries of Rhonda Floam: The Trip to Shawmancer Island (entry 8)

Kogu 30, SP~4,909

Rhonda Floam

Different Day, Same Sea, farther north, and a whole lot colder!

Found Donnessling. I was poking around down below decks, and saw him and a few of his kin chasing someone, or something. It looked like they’d all been in a hell of a fight. I could feel the anger in the nossring. I couldn’t tell, though, about the thing being chased. It was wearing a long hooded tunic, and I couldn’t see the face.

I followed them, of course.

When they got to the back of the boat, I thought that would be an end to it, but I was wrong. Whoever, or whatever, was being chased jumped out of a small window into the freezing waters at the back of the ship. The thing was really fast and amazingly agile. I could see that Donnessling and his kin were surprised by its quickness.

The nossring looked out the window and I heard Donnessling say, “So, she had help!”

At this point, I couldn’t help myself, so I scrambled up to look out of the window myself. Donnessling was, how shall I say it … surprised, but not completely surprised.

There was a small sailing boat behind. I could see several hooded figures on it. One of them was the creature who had just escaped the nossring. A different one stood up and, facing the sail, raised his or her arms. The sail immediately billowed out as if hit by a powerful wind, and the boat skipped across the waves, speeding away from us.

The nossring were clearly disappointed. They’d gotten so close to capturing this creature, and then, in an instant, it was out of reach.

When Donnessling turned to me, at first he looked mad. Then he saw my face, and decided not to chew me out.

“This is the creature,” he said with a spit to the side, “that killed my kin!”

One of the other nossring something about the unnamed Organization, and Donnessling nodded. He wouldn’t say more, and they all needed to get back to their cabins, or cabin, and clean their wounds.

Before he walked off, Donnessling promised to meet me tomorrow to answer some of my questions, sternly stressing the ‘some’ in that sentence. We’ll see who wins that one!