“I don’t know how he does it Uncle” said Francis as he stirred the soup one more time. The flame beneath it had gone out, but he liked to put the wooden oar into the pot and watch the turnips dance to the top. This one had mixed meats also - they had fared well with the local’s contributions this week.
Francesco was talking to Hode concerning Murmur who had recently outdone himself - managing to resuscitate an entire boatload of fishermen whose vessel had been caught by the treacherous seaweeds of the coast - entangled and strangled, it had been held there, whilst the men on board starved to death waiting for help.
Eventually the ship was trawled in and the thirteen corpses had begun their purification. Yet all thirteen Murmur managed to revive. Even the oldest - a Germanic steersman - was said now appearing as many years younger.
“There was no fish? Why was there no fish for them to eat while they waited so?”
“Just treacherous thick black weed, serpents of the sea as they call it” Francis added.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
Francesco was talking to Hode concerning Murmur who had recently outdone himself - managing to resuscitate an entire boatload of fishermen whose vessel had been caught by the treacherous seaweeds of the coast - entangled and strangled, it had been held there, whilst the men on board starved to death waiting for help.
Eventually the ship was trawled in and the thirteen corpses had begun their purification. Yet all thirteen Murmur managed to revive. Even the oldest - a Germanic steersman - was said now appearing as many years younger.
“There was no fish? Why was there no fish for them to eat while they waited so?”
“Just treacherous thick black weed, serpents of the sea as they call it” Francis added.
-Gabriel Brunsdon, AZLANDER: NEVER ENDINGS: Second Chances
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