Dolphus almost dropped his cane. The breeze pushing the ship ever forward seemed to die for a moment, although perhaps only to him.
Where did Mariner go? Where was the large, armored individual with a checkered past, the committer of some unspeakable deed in the most decrepit pub on the isles? What happened to this monstrous knight hidden beneath layers of steel, unknowable archfiend to all that was wicked and irredeemable in the universe?
And who, in his stead, replaced him with Dolphus?
The approach.
Dolphus very quietly moved to Mariner’s right, as far forward as the deck would allow without getting too close to the edge, and also not getting too close to Mariner. Just enough for him to see, if he wanted, whom he was speaking with.
His wing quivered beneath its cape. Not a chance. I’d rather share that with Muck-o than divulge to Mr. Marine. But the fish are biting, and I’ll let him have a nibble.
“The stars.” He replied, feeling the silence with his fingers to gauge how loud to speak. He was quieter than Mariner had been, but not much quieter. “I remember the stars in her eyes made everything else glow.” He had to stop putting so much pressure on his cane, as his arm was starting to wiggle about like a twig in the wind. “I was there the moment she died. I felt her pulse stop.”
“Now there are no more stars.” Dolphus looked up at the last few fading lights of night, partly because he was getting sentimental and partly because a tear was starting to form and tipping his head was the only way to keep it from crawling out of his eye. “Those lights are liars, and so is any light that illuminates or shines in the dark.”
“The world is dark.” Dolphus’ voice also carried evident sorrow, but it was a callous, shallow wall, to hide his actual emotions. Perhaps that wall was audibly obvious, or perhaps the hollow ringing the emotion behind it made as it tried to break out. “And I don’t know if it will ever be light again.”