Dylan and the Dream Pirates: WIP
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jasonandrewEditing is moving at a slow pace, but it is moving.
Fight scenes take the longest to make pop. I am working on the last big one until the end of the book.
I think one of the favorite little things I'm doing is populating my islands in the Dream Sea with little references to my favorite stories.
This is my little thank you to Where the Wild Things Are.
Dylan looked at Borri’s map, trying to maximize the benefit for the crew with the least amount of time. “Is there anything close by?” He pointed to a small wooded island between the Tempest and Ouroboros. “What about that island? It doesn’t look like anyone claims it.”
Spoken shivered. “We can’t go there, Captain. That’s where the Wild Things are.”
Dylan scratched his head, trying to figure out any other choice. “I’m afraid that if we don’t push ahead, the pirates will figure it out.”
“Not that I know of Captain. Most of the islands aren’t friendly in this area.” Spoken checked the map again as though it would somehow change if he wished hard enough and then shook his head. “Ouraboros is five days out.”
Tempest pouted and folded her arms. “I’m not sick. Just a little hurt. I’ll be fine. I’m a warship.”
He realized that he had hurt the feelings of the ship. “I know Lady Tempest. We just want to make sure that you stay pretty.”
“You think I’m pretty?”
“Aye! You’re the bonniest ship on the seas,” Ymir replied.
Æirik smiled. “Everyone was jealous we were chosen to come aboard.”
The avatar of the Tempest giggled. The ship vibrated joyfully. “I suppose I can let you keep my hull pretty.”
Fight scenes take the longest to make pop. I am working on the last big one until the end of the book.
I think one of the favorite little things I'm doing is populating my islands in the Dream Sea with little references to my favorite stories.
This is my little thank you to Where the Wild Things Are.
Dylan looked at Borri’s map, trying to maximize the benefit for the crew with the least amount of time. “Is there anything close by?” He pointed to a small wooded island between the Tempest and Ouroboros. “What about that island? It doesn’t look like anyone claims it.”
Spoken shivered. “We can’t go there, Captain. That’s where the Wild Things are.”
Dylan scratched his head, trying to figure out any other choice. “I’m afraid that if we don’t push ahead, the pirates will figure it out.”
“Not that I know of Captain. Most of the islands aren’t friendly in this area.” Spoken checked the map again as though it would somehow change if he wished hard enough and then shook his head. “Ouraboros is five days out.”
Tempest pouted and folded her arms. “I’m not sick. Just a little hurt. I’ll be fine. I’m a warship.”
He realized that he had hurt the feelings of the ship. “I know Lady Tempest. We just want to make sure that you stay pretty.”
“You think I’m pretty?”
“Aye! You’re the bonniest ship on the seas,” Ymir replied.
Æirik smiled. “Everyone was jealous we were chosen to come aboard.”
The avatar of the Tempest giggled. The ship vibrated joyfully. “I suppose I can let you keep my hull pretty.”