Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-Eight - Adrenaline Crash

Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-Eight - Adrenaline Crash

Chapter Four Hundred and Twenty-Eight - Adrenaline Crash

The rest of the day was surprisingly calm.

The pirates swiftly disappeared over the horizon, but I still found myself pacing the deck anxiously. It wasn't until an hour had passed with no sign of their reappearance that the nervous energy left me, replaced by a sudden wave of tiredness that made my limbs feel a million times heavier. I could've almost fallen asleep on the spot.

Still, as much as I would have adored a nap, there was work to be done. The Beaver had sustained some damage, and Id promised Awen that I wouldnt overwork her, so I had to do what I could to help.

Then, out of nowhere, it hit me.

Bing Bong! Congratulations, your Cinnamon Bun Bun class has reached level 16!

Health + 5

Resilience +5

You have gained: One Class Point

You have unlocked: One Class Skill Slot

Oh, I said to no one in particular. How long had it been since my last level-up? Some time, actually. Well, only a week or so, actually, but it felt like it had been forever ago.

Amaryllis still complained that we were levelling up at an insane pace because of all the trouble we ran into, and I supposed this just proved her right.

Name Broccoli Bunch Race Bun (Riftwalker) First Class Cinnamon Bun Bun First Class Level

16

Second Class Wonderlander Second Class Level

5

Age

16

Health

160

Stamina

185

Mana

155

Resilience

75

Flexibility

90

Magic

30

Skills Rank Cinnamon Bun Bun Skills Cleaning S - 19% Way of the Mystic Bun C - 100% Gardening D - 49% Adorable D - 100% Wonderlander Skills Mad Millinery D - 100% Proportion Distortion C - 37% Social Butterfly F - 87% General Skills Insight C - 100% Makeshift Weapon Proficiency C - 100% Archeology D - 100% Friendmaking C - 100% Hugging Proficiency C - 100% Captaining D - 100% Cinnamon Bun Bun Skill Points

3

Wonderlander Skill Points

5

General Skill Points

4

First Class Skill Slots

1

Second Class Skill Slots

0

General Skill Slots

3

I looked over my stats for a moment, then frowned. Had I increased a few skills to their next level? Friendmaking and Makeshift Weapon Proficiency were both at their cap? Had that happened during the fight?

Hey, Mister Menu, whats up with the lack of notifications? I asked.

Congratulations! Through repeated actions your Friendmaking skill has improved and is now eligible for rank up!

Like a watch? Caprica asked.

Yeah. Im really tired, and I bet Im not the only one. We all got woken up early and then it was a lot of stress. Giving everyone a few hours for a midday nap cant hurt.

That was easier said than done, of course. The first step was making sure that everything outside of the ship was good. The Shady Lady had come up and was now hovering some fifty metres off our port side. Raynold was at the helm, and Abraham wasnt visible. Maybe he was taking his own nap?

Cholondee wasnt around anymore. I suspected that shed flown ahead because the Beaver was just too slow compared to a dragon. I couldnt blame her, it must have been tiring to keep up with someone slower, like a really lame escort mission.

I was sure shed come back around. Besides, she needed lunch and we certainly didnt have the stuff to feed a dragon on board.

Speaking of lunch, I figured that with everything that had happened, the crew would be rather hungry, so I grabbed Oda to help me, then went down to the kitchens, and we started on a big stew. Just something quick and easy to keep warm.

Carrots and potatoes were chopped up, a stick of celery got ripped apart into chunks, and I tossed in a few minced cloves of garlic. Then Oda emptied the end of a bottle of wine into the mix. The alcohol would get cooked out and the tasty bit would remain. Then more seasoning, because there was no such thing as too much rosemary. The onions in our pantry were starting to go green, but I think wed picked those up in Sylphfree a long time ago, so it was about time that we used them.

Lunch is ready! I called out across the deck. My new skill was actually coming in handy already, since I knew that some of the crew on the far end hadnt heard me.

I had to wonder what it was like for people with main classes that revolved around doing airship stuff. Did they have a heap of really powerful skills thatd let them pilot a ship really well?

As people came over to eat, I asked each how they were feeling, and then divided up the nap rotation based on that. It would only be about an hour of napping for each, but hopefully that would be enough to keep everyone going until nightfall.

I got the middle nap, so after lunch I waddled my way back up the deck and started cleaning up whatever messes I could find. The broken rails had been neatened up, with unfixable parts sawed off so that they could be repaired once we were back in a port. I stripped off the scorch marks on the deck and hull with Cleaning magic until they were gone. Some of the paint had been removed though, so wed need to give the Beaver a fresh coat too.

Its not all that bad, Awen said as she came up behind me.

The damage? I asked.

She nodded. A few holes here and there, but nothing structural was hit. The engine is intact, so are all the mechanical parts. One of the wing-flaps was pinned in place. Well need to replace the sail unless we want to fly with a patch, but otherwise we came out of it okay.

Good, I said. Thats really good.

Awen nodded. Do you think well have time to fix things at the next port?

Well be at Port Royal. As far as ports go, its probably the one I know best. Which really wasnt saying all that much. Im sure we can find some nice people to help us with the Beaver. Maybe your uncle knows a few? He hangs around there a lot, yeah?

Awen nodded. He likes the grenoil. A lot of his first adventures were around Deepmarsh, and I think they think hes some sort of old hero.

I bet he did do some heroic stuff, I said.

"Well ... it's complicated." Awen shrugged her shoulders. "He tells this story about how once, he saved the capital from a horde of undead that had emerged from the eastern swamps."

That does sound very heroic, though, I said.

She shook her head. Hes the one that woke up the horde by poking around; they followed him to the capital because he stole some lichs phylactery.

Oh, I said. Well, that makes it a lot less heroic sounding.

I know! Awen complained. Its not like he even hid the fact that it was his fault. But I guess hes kinda strong, and he does a lot of adventuring stuff, so people always treat him like a big hero.

Are you upset about it? I asked.

She shook her head. No, not at all. Its just the way uncle is.

Hmm, well, as long as hes not doing that kind of thing anymore, it should be okay.

You do know that he really wants to get into a fight with a dragon, right? Awen asked.

Maybe we can arrange a spar? I tried.

Awen looked a bit dubious at that, but she didnt say it was impossible. I decided to hope for the best for the moment. In any case, we were going to a wedding. It would be very rude of Abraham to challenge the groom to a fight before he had time to say his I do.

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