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ACT IV
Chapter 29 - Port Fidelis
The sea had been kind in the first days of sailing.
Love had gotten used to walking on the swaying deck, while the sailors watched her with curious glances, some friendly, others more wary.
Ayperi, as usual, made everything lighter, hovering invisibly beside her and commenting on the most diverse details: from the sails filling with the rhythm of the wind, to the focused expressions of the deckhands polishing the ropes with skilled hands.
Kael had proven to be an exceptional captain.
Every morning, he gave orders in a firm but not authoritarian voice, and his men followed him with an almost natural discipline.
> "A good captain doesn’t need to shout," he had told her once while watching the sea.
> "He needs to know how to listen to the wind and speak to the heart of his crew."
Love listened to him in awe, finding in his calm a sense of security that comforted her.
But everything changed when, on the fourth day, the sky began to shift.
The sunset was darkened by a spread of black clouds that climbed across the horizon like claws.
The wind, once gentle and cool, suddenly turned cold and sharp.
Ayperi, sitting on the bow, stood up with a grimace.
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> "I don’t like this music at all," it said, watching the sky with searching eyes.
Kael, at the helm, lifted his gaze toward the clouds.
> "Storm’s coming!" he shouted, and the sailors immediately sprang into action.
Love watched the scene with her heart beating faster.
The calm aboard was replaced by frenetic energy, and every man seemed to know exactly what to do.
> "Take in the mainsail! Tighten the jib ropes!"
Kael was giving orders with a decisive voice, his figure steady against the rising wind.
The sails were rolled up quickly, the knots secured with precision.
The deck tilted slightly under the weight of the waves, and Love gripped the railing, watching with wide eyes.
The first lightning struck the sky, illuminating the deck in a spectral flash.
A thunderclap followed shortly after, deep and rumbling like the roar of an ancient beast.
The water began to rise in ever-higher waves, throwing cold splashes onto the deck.
> "Love, inside!"
Kael called to her, but she didn’t move, unable to tear her gaze away from the fury raging around them.
Ayperi landed beside her, its face unusually serious.
> "Little lost one, this is not the time to play the heroine."
Kael left the helm to an experienced sailor and approached her.
> "I don’t want to lose you to the sea, girl," he said, his voice a mix of severity and concern.
He grabbed her by the arm and pushed her toward the cabin.
> "Stay here, and don’t move."
Love watched from the small cabin window.
The Fury of the North seemed like a living creature, fighting with all its strength against the storm.
Kael had returned to the helm, his hands steady as he shouted commands.
> "Adjust the trim! Left, hard!"
The waves crashed against the hull with a boom, lifting the ship like a walnut shell before slamming it down with a thud.
The sailors were running back and forth, securing ropes and shouting to one another over the roar of the sea.
Kael, unflappable, kept steering the ship.
Every movement of the helm was precise.
The wind howled, trying to tear the sails and carry away everything from the deck.
Love felt small and insignificant in the face of the power of the sea.
Her hands trembled, not from the cold, but from the adrenaline coursing through her veins.
Despite the terror, she was fascinated by the scene.
She saw Kael as a hero, a man who defied the sea gods with the sheer force of his will.
Ayperi, perched on the windowsill, watched the scene with a faint smile.
> "You know," it said, without looking at her, "it’s in the storms that you see what men are made of."
A sudden jolt made the ship rock, and Love screamed, bringing her hand to her mouth.
The Fury of the North tilted dangerously, but with extraordinary skill, Kael managed to right it.
A flash of lightning illuminated his face, revealing the determination in his eyes.
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When the storm began to subside, the sky began to clear.
The sailors, exhausted but relieved, leaned on the railings or sat on the deck, breathing deeply.
Kael left the helm and ran a hand through his wet hair, watching the sea slowly calm.
Love emerged from the cabin, her heart still in her throat.
She approached Kael, her face full of admiration.
> "How did you do that?" she asked, her voice trembling.
Kael turned to her with a tired smile.
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When the Fury of the North finally docked at the Port Fidelis pier, the change in atmosphere was palpable.
The air, humid and warm, enveloped Love like a heavy cloak, a sharp contrast to the biting cold of Frostheim.
The city in front of her seemed alive, almost pulsing, a beehive in constant motion.
Love slowly descended from the ship, feeling the dock's wood beneath her feet for the first time.
Ayperi floated beside her, watching the ordered chaos unfolding before their eyes.
> "Here we are, little lost one," it said playfully. "Welcome to the heart of Elysium’s trade."
Port Fidelis stretched out like a maze of narrow, crowded streets, dominated by buildings made of dark wood and stone.
The houses, often adorned with decorated balconies and brightly colored curtains, pressed up against each other, almost as if they wanted to steal space from the sky.
Above them, long wooden walkways connected the upper floors of the buildings, creating a suspended network that gave the impression of a multi-leveled city.
The smell of the sea mixed with that of spices, fresh fish, and wet wood.
Everywhere there were vendors shouting to attract the attention of passersby, each intent on peddling their goods: tropical fruits, fine fabrics, barrels of liquor, and jewelry sparkling in the sunlight.
The main streets were a continuous flow of carts drawn by animals, men carrying crates and barrels, and sailors joking with each other, laughing with hoarse voices.
Some played makeshift instruments, filling the air with lively music.
The ships, docked along the piers, rocked gently, their masts rising to the sky like forests of wood and ropes.
Love walked slowly, trying to absorb every detail.
The warmth of the sun caressed her skin, while sweat began to form on her forehead.
She removed her heavy wool cloak, finally feeling free from the cold that had accompanied her for so long.
Ayperi floated beside her, its face full of contagious curiosity.
> "Look over there, little lost one," it said, pointing to a group of men unloading crates from a ship.
> "How about joining them? Maybe they’ll help you find some work," it joked with a mischievous grin.
Love ignored it, her gaze caught by a scene not far off: a child was running along the pier, holding a small birdcage.
The animal was desperately flapping its wings, and the child was laughing, while a woman called his name in the distance.
Life seemed to flow with a natural frenzy, each gesture, each action intertwined in an unstoppable rhythm.
As she ventured further into the city, she noticed that the secondary streets were less crowded but equally lively.
Some alleys were covered with arches of colorful fabric, offering shade to passersby.
Here, the smells changed: pungent spices, incense, and the sweet-bitter scent of a plant smoked by some elderly people sitting on the steps of a house.
Ayperi stopped next to a merchant who was roasting a strange creature on a grill.
> "Such an inviting smell," it said sarcastically. "Do you think it’s edible?"
Love shooed it away with a wave of her hand, chuckling despite her irritation.
The center of the city, however, was dominated by a large circular square, paved with white marble stones that reflected the sunlight.
At the center stood an imposing fountain, sculpted with figures of sea creatures, from whose mouths crystal-clear water flowed.
Around it, stalls of all kinds attracted crowds of people, and the air was full of shouts, laughter, and animated bargaining.
> "This city never seems to sleep," said Love, looking at the confusion around her.
Ayperi landed on her shoulder, its face thoughtful.
> "I don’t know, little lost one... It’s all very fascinating, but there’s something chaotic about it all. As if beneath this vitality, something is... broken."
Love didn’t respond.
Her eyes were fixed on the crowd moving incessantly, a human river flowing through the streets of Port Fidelis.
She felt small and insignificant.
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The Fury of the North was docked at the main pier of Port Fidelis, gently rocking to the rhythm of the tides.
The high sun reflected its rays on the water, creating golden sparks that danced on the surface of the sea. Kael, with his hat lowered to protect himself from the light, was already standing beside the gangplank, arms crossed, and an expression that oscillated between affection and the awareness of an imminent farewell.
Love approached slowly, feeling a knot tightening in her chest.
Beside her, Ayperi hovered, watching the scene with a mixture of curiosity and melancholy.
The other crew members, busy securing the ropes and barrels, cast fleeting glances, some shy smiles betraying a sincere affection for the young woman they had hosted during the journey.
> "So... this is where our paths split,"
Kael said in his hoarse but gentle tone, lowering his gaze to Love.
> "Port Fidelis is a tough place, but if you managed Frostheim, you won’t have problems here."
Love nodded, clutching the cloak between her hands.
> "I don’t know how to thank you, Kael. I would never have made it here without you. I..."
Kael placed a hand on her shoulder, interrupting her.
> "You don’t have to say anything, little one. It’s been a pleasure having you with us. And besides," he added with a sly smile, "I have a soft spot for those who have the courage to face the sea. Even when they have a bit of... complicated baggage."
Love lowered her gaze, embarrassed, but Kael’s smile was sincere, free of judgment.
Ayperi, floating beside her, eyed him with an amused expression.
> "Hey, Captain," said the little spirit in its usual teasing tone, "don’t forget to tell them how you saved a runaway maiden the next time you try to impress someone."
Kael laughed heartily, shaking his head.
> "I will, little ghost. But don’t tell the others, I might lose my reputation as a gruff sea wolf."
Love, between a smile and a tear, took a step forward and briefly hugged him, leaving him surprised but visibly moved.
Then, one by one, she said goodbye to the other crew members, each with a handshake, a smile, or a quick exchange of words.
When it was all said and done, Kael turned toward the ship, ready to return to Port Haven.
> "Remember," he said, looking at her for the last time, "you’re stronger than you think. And whatever happens, never stop walking toward your destiny."
Love nodded, unable to respond.
She watched the Fury of the North as the crew prepared to sail, the sails beginning to fill under the sea breeze.
She stayed there, motionless, until the ship disappeared over the horizon.
Ayperi landed on her shoulder and whispered, with a voice softer than usual:
> "Ready for the next step, little lost one?"
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Port Fidelis, with its vastness and its incessant bustle of life, suddenly seemed overwhelming.
Every corner of the city, every alley, and every tavern, hid suspicious glances and hostile silences.
Entering the taverns was like crossing a threshold into parallel worlds, each one more unpleasant than the last.
The acrid smell of stale beer and sweat filled the air, blending with the soft chatter and the sharp clinks of dice against wood.
Love moved forward, with hesitant but determined steps, stopping each time at the counter or beside a group of patrons.
> "I’m looking for someone," she started every time, her voice calm but full of an urgency she couldn’t hide. "Requiem. Have you ever heard that name?"
The answers were always cold, sharp like blades of ice.
Wary glances, venomous smiles, silences full of disdain.
A man with an eye patch stared at her for a long moment before saying, gravely,
> "Don’t speak that name, girl. Not here."
Another merely laughed, shaking his head and turning his back.
In some taverns, silence fell like a weight.
Even the dice players and drunks lifted their gaze to stare at her before the innkeeper waved her away with a brusque gesture, sometimes accompanied by unkind words.
> "You won’t find anything good here," said one of them, his tone more threatening than protective.
> "Get out before someone teaches you not to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong."
Each refusal was like a boulder building up on her shoulders.
Love clenched her fists, feeling the frustration rise, while Ayperi floated beside her, clearly upset.
> "I told you, little lost one," it whispered with a hint of sarcasm, "this place isn’t made for those seeking answers. And, especially, not for those who ask so openly."
Love stopped for a moment outside yet another tavern, with her throat tight and her heart pounding furiously. The cold, humid sea air crept under her cloak. "I don’t understand," she whispered, more to herself than to Ayperi.
> "Why does everyone seem to fear this name? Why is it so hard to get a simple answer?"
Ayperi landed beside her, its expression a mix of concern and irony.
> "Maybe because answers are never simple, little one. And whoever seeks them has to be ready to pay a price. But you, are you really ready?"
Love didn’t answer.
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The warm light of the lamppost cast a flickering circle of light on the bench where Love sat, her cloak wrapped tightly around her, her elbows resting on her knees, and her chin in her hands.
Ayperi lay like a rug on the bench.
Both were silent, immersed in a silence heavy with fatigue and frustration, interrupted only by the distant sounds of the city and the rustling of the wind sweeping away the quiet of the night.
Then they heard it.
The rhythmic sound of approaching steps, regular but somehow... strange.
As if each footstep was deliberately more pronounced, almost theatrical.
Love lifted her gaze toward the darkness beyond the lamppost’s light, scanning with a cautious expression.
Out of the dark emerged a figure, and the scene that followed was worthy of a grotesque performance.
The man wore an exaggeratedly tall hat, adorned with feathers that seemed to belong to some mythical creature, and his clothes were a mosaic of multicolored fabrics, bright stripes, and chaotic designs that seemed to defy any aesthetic sense.
A long scarf, too long to be practical, wrapped around his neck and trailed behind him, brushing the ground.
His walk was deliberate yet comical, like an actor entering a stage with an intentionally over-the-top demeanor.
Each step seemed to carry weight and intention, as if he were aware of being watched.
When he reached the circle of light from the lamppost, Love and Ayperi could notice more details.
His eyes sparkled as if holding a secret, and a mysterious smile hovered on his lips, halfway between mockery and cordiality.
He stopped a few steps away from them, looking at them without saying a word.
Love and Ayperi exchanged an eloquent glance, their expressions exhausted and confused, as if to say, "And now, what does he want?"
The man stared at them for a long moment, his head slightly tilted, as if assessing something important.
Then, breaking the silence, he adjusted his hat in a theatrical gesture and said, in a voice almost sing-song:
> "Are you looking for Requiem?"
His smile widened, as the feathers on his hat fluttered slightly in the night breeze.
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