10 Gullen Cove

       The coastal air whistled through the trees as the three walked along the bluff. The sun was barely over the horizon when they reached the outskirts Gullen Cove. The bluff hung several feet over the docks where three ships were stationed, men running too and from their perspective boats with supplies and shipments for the upcoming months at sea. Calder could see Gordon plodding around his ship, Captured Glory, keeping it ever ready for a voyage on a moments notice. "Ahoy Captain!" Calder roared leaping from the bluff and landing in the ship's crows nest with a resounding thump. "Ha ha ha," Gordon bellowed "good to see you my boy! I was told you'd be coming. Your mother's hawk, Cross-wind carried word mere hours ago." Calder repelled down the mast ropes and joined the swarthy man on the deck embracing one of the man's massive trunk-like arms and shook vigorously. "Yann and I have been making preparations for our trip at sun fall," Gordon said patting Calder on the shoulder, "we are ready to set sail and are only waiting for the evening." "You are prepared as always Gordon," Calder gleamed as Yann emerged from the lower levels, bending slightly to fit under the doorway. Calder sprang forward like an animal toward the mountain that was Yann, who caught one of his arms and twirled him around in a circle. "Heheh, I got you this time Calder," Yann chuckled raising him up to eye level. "You've gotten much quicker Yann!" Calder said swinging free landing lightly on the deck of the ship, "it's good to see you. It has been too long." "It has my friend, but we are here now and no time is better to have," Yann said, his voice booming naturally.
       "Hello everyone," Monique called fluttering down to the docks, wings lightly flapping in an even descent, Cassandra breezing along with her, a spell slowing Cassandra's jump as she came softly down with a soundless step on the edge on the dock near the boat. "Ah, the rest of our company," Gordon cheered turning two the two young angels. "Cassandra! The last time I saw you, you were but a mere babe clinging to your mother's side. Oh how you've grown." Cassandra and Monique walked carefully up the ramp to the boat taking in its worked yet majestic and sturdy appearance. "Thank you for the transport, captain," Monique said shaking Gordon's hand with a slight tact. "Oh now lass," Gordon bowled lightheartedly, "please call me Gordon like the kids do. I am only a captain while in the midst of merchants or business, and I was all too happy to help the boy and his companions reach the island. Now please leave your bags with us for we don't set sail for a number of hours, in the meantime you should buy anything you may need from the market in town. They have many oddities and items not found in the inner lands." "Thank you Gordon," Cassandra said hugging the stone pillar that was the sailor.
       Cassandra could remember, if vaguely, the times she had seen Gordon. He seemed as large and opposing as he always had been, although he had always been with a small group of other sailors who worked on the same boat. Morda was the capital and the largest closest city to the coast so many transports came through the city and each time Gordon had stopped at the church to see Mother Tanya who had recognized him as a pure soul, and Gordon knew it was best to ask her news of the town and the others that were connected to it because the two had a mutual trust. Mother Tanya could always count on Gordon for safe passage and shipment of anything or anyone that required the assistance of a merchant boat. Even though Gordon wasn't as strong as the angel, but felt he was strong enough to do what he needed, on a few occasions the two had defended the city of roaming bandits or outlaws who were ignorant to the presence of an angel in the city.
       "Yann, our preparations are ready and feel free to join them for the time," Gordon said patting him on the shoulder. "You have plenty of time to visit with your friends, but otherwise everyone relax and I will call you when it is time."