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[Setting music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F4u8WAZyZEM&index=9]

Three soft, work-shy fingers dipped into the sea - their pale blue complexion leaving them all but invisible below the now-rippling surface. The owner of these gentle digits gazed into what he had created; enchanted by the sharp glints of light from the crystaline water. He swung his feet to and fro towards the sky - he waggled his bulbous toes in the refreshing ocean air - evidently, he was accustomed to hanging off the side of this boat.

He rocked back into the vessel, bringing his knees down to catch him on the spongy, mossy wood. It bobbed once or twice before the waves settled it back into a steady cruise. The clapping bed-sheet sail seemed undisturbed by it entirely, like a responsible guide keeping their attention on the path ahead.

The little blue creature sprung to his feet, turning to the rear of the boat. Murky bottles of something-or-other rolled and clanked together. He dug through them, shoveling to his left and to his right. With a final lunge into the uncovered mound of crudely bundled parcels, his rounded, giant hands emerged with a strip of jerky - the exact origin of which was indeterminate, even to him. But it smelled like acid and fish. His favourite. The salty spray of the sea should go well with this flavour.

He rose it triumphantly into the air and slumped down, interlocking his legs together. Chomping into his spoiled spoils, he cast two big, emerald eyes onto the horizon.

"Now what Reynard do next..." he mused.

Elrond

"Head east!"

The frustration built up inside Cailan Oberon. He often had to restrain himself from snapping at his two subordinates, not because of their ineptitude--in fact they were a tremendous help to the scholar--but due to his lack of success in his studies. He paid two fisherman who settled on the northwest coast of Le'raana for their assistance. The fishermen's sail boat and expertise in the waters on the fringe of the Tuor Ocean were invaluable to Cailan, but he was still worried all his time and effort--and capital--might have gone to waste.

"Are you sure? My gut tells me we shouldn't be heading closer to the coast." The fishermen grew worried and unimpressed with Cailan's leadership, but listened to him anyway.

"The totl fish can't survive this far from land" Cailan remarked, with a hint of irritation in his tone. He was in search of a rare fish that had only been spotted a few times since its discovery several centuries ago. "Every encounter with the fish occurred in the Tuor Ocean, and I cross examined the dates of the reports with data regarding the changing currents of the Tu--"

"What's that?" one of the fishermen asked with a spyglass pressed against his eye socket, shamelessly interrupting Cailan. The other fisherman snatched the spyglass without warning and peered through the glass. "Looks like a short dark elf" he explained.

Cailan put away the tome he had been reading, and stashed it away in a small chest along with his alembic and vials as well as various other tools and documents.

"Let's head towards the fellow, perhaps he can help us."

Nightsway

Reynard's hands lowered into his lap as his eyes locked onto a smudge of brown and white suspended between sea and sky. After a moment of intense processing, his jaw came back to life, finishing the final mouthful.

"Tiny boat?" he puzzled, crawling to the front of the boat. He leaned and tilted to the left and right to gauge what he was facing - and shook his head free from bafflement when it only partially worked.

"Big boat!" he jerked backwards, bending the mast slightly out of its socket with the squelch of water escaping from its deep pores. "Reynard must see. Copperboye no longer biggest boat of water." he tapped lovingly on the hull as he pulled the mast and sail back upright, readjusting it for his new heading.

As the smudge grew closer, his nose-holes filled to the brim with a concerto of fishy tangs and salty notes, as if a thousand types of sea creature spurred him on with music he knew well.

Before long, the ship was in plain view, the comparative majesty of its sails and sturdiness of its bow were nigh incomprehensible to the diminutive creature. He was certain his voice would reach far enough to interact with it now.

"Big boat of fish!" he flailed "Reynard see sail and hear song of water - so Reynard come. Who floats on big boat?"

Elrond

As the small, rudimentary boat came into view, Cailan began to doubt his companion's initial inclination that the figure was a dark elf.

"That is no child of the fae."

Cailan turned to the two fishermen, who were uncharacteristically quiet. They began to glare at the creature whose image drew closer. As soon as the group was within earshot, the creature--a goblin, they came to realize--broke the monotony of the sounds of rippling water and calming winds.

Just as Cailan began to open his mouth, one of the fishermen stood up unexpectedly, causing the boat to rock slightly. "You're the thief!" the fisherman accused in a shrewd tone. The other fisherman turned his attention towards Cailan. "We've been mysteriously losing crates of fish that we trade to La'marri," he said with his fist rolled up into a ball, "Goblins aren't uncommon around these parts, and they're all conniving, stealing scum!"

Cailan raise his hand and placed it gently on the standing fisherman's kneecap. "Please, relax" he said with a that tone sounded like a parent soothing a defiant child. "I'm sure our friend, Reynard I presume, has a reasonable alibi." He turned to the goblin and smiled.

Nightsway

The goblin sat bemused, his mind churning sense from what the figures were saying. Soon, their content clicked in his mind and he took back to his feet.

"Reynard not thief!" he waved, brushing away the notion from his own mind more than anything else "Reynard take box of taste from sea. Sea not complain!" he hoisted a small soggy crate above his head, shaking murky droplets around and onto himself.

"Sea give to brave Goblin. Sea like Reynard" he called before lowering the crate back into the boat with a gentle grunt. "Maybe sea like Reynard more than man of boat" he sniped with a glib smile.

"Man of true smile" he appealed, returning the courtesy to the kind gentleman aboard the fishing vessel. After a few moments to let the calming waves take back their rightful place as the dominant sound, he continued "Did boat come to end Reynard?"

Elrond

"Don't trust goblins" one of the fisherman warned Cailan with a menacing look in his face, "They're nothing but pests who need to be put down." The harsh sentiment from the fisherman was bolstered by the menacing look on his partner's face.

Cailan raised his hand while maintaining eye contact with the goblin. "I apologize for the behavior of these men." He carefully stood up, making sure not to rock the boat and causing the party to fall into the ocean. "To answer your question, n--"

Just as Cailan was about to finish his response, one of the fishermen picked up a harpoon nestled in the boat and pointed it towards the goblin. "Yes!" he exclaimed with a menacing look on his face matched by his friend.

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