The Reef by Moonlight

The shallows, or more Specifically the reef around Devil's Cove, was a forbidding place to be. The Guardians of the Shallows, the Spira, kept jealous guard over their waters, which the Empire had tainted with unjust blood. To stray off the marked path was dangerous, for it put you in direct conflict with the Spira Lords themselves.

I only had to pray that Marek's final act paid enough that we would be able to follow it through the reef and into the deeper water beyond.

I carefully cleaned my dagger, placing the small square of cloth in the very center of the sendaru, in the 'hold' as it were, and continued weaving the ship around it. I was careful to make it as close to the original ship as I could. As close to Justice as my memory allowed. And then I set the miniature sails, hung the pennants, and prepared to send Marek out as Pirate among Pirates.

By the time the sendaru was finished we were nearing the Cove, the place from which all journeys started, and most ended. The waters here were blue when I was a child, but now, as they had been both times I stood on the gallows they were only quicksilver gray. Now, swiftly turning black in the setting sun.

Coram climbed high in the rigging and opened a small music box that my mother had created. No one understood the words, but the beautiful, melancholy melody was said to sooth the Spira. It was simply known as Alira's lament. I affixed one of my hairs to the mast of the sendaru, breathing on it to make my phaeon abilities light it. And then I added a single drop of my blood, to pay for bringing low the crew of the Justice and stranding them in the Lands beyond without a captain.