This is intended as the intro scene for Acutus, in which he will meet Pere. I know Chapter IV is for random RP, but I didn't want to confuse the current intro of Fleur by playing two characters in different scenes in the same thread simultaneously. However, I thought it might be feasible to tie this into the Road to Pamplona thread, with Pere on his way to Barcelona to meet Fleur and Fedora. His reasons for traveling by ship rather than portal should become clear. And Xavi, I'm going to try to drop a word or two in Catalan. Please correct (and forgive) my errors of ignorance.
Finally, some peace and quiet. Pere stood on the deck of El Remolí and listened to the gulls. Nothing like a cool breeze, clean air, and a lovely dona waiting below to cleanse the mental palette of his own personal curse. He was beginning to suspect the shrew was somehow growing resistant to his spells. She certainly recognized the effects well enough. And why in Heaven's name did that idiot servant explain the entrance to the regio? It was his one hope for a safe haven in Palma and that foolish moor had ruined it. I'd ward the whole place if I didn't need someone to clean the lab. Maybe enchant the place to keep it clean first. Is that even possible?
The ship sailed on, with Sa Dragonera rising into sight ahead. Once past it they'd have nothing but open seas to Tarragon, then on to Barcelona. He'd been tasked with meeting a new recruit to this odd covenant structure he found himself in. He still wasn't entire certain which covenant he belonged to. He was certain that Farusca had set him up and played him like a lute. But I'll come out ahead in the long run. I always do.
The ship hit a larger swell and a twinge of pain shot through him as he shifted his weight. Damned gout. If it wasn't one knee it was the other. Maybe it was time to head below and dig out one of Shalev's disgusting poultices. Let the girl play nursemaid. That's always nice. As he turned to head below, a loud, sharp noise came from the port side. He sensed as much as saw all the sailors' heads whip around. A sound like that rarely meant good things. Before he could seek out the captain, the entire ship jerked as if they'd hit a reef. Pere was forced to his knees, gasping in pain. He managed to glance up and see the captain, wearing a look no passenger wants to see on a sailor's face...