Destiny: Book of Light by Paul Allen Page B

anyway. He didn't care whether he walked in life or slept in death. All he cared about now was that he at least attempted to avenge all that had been wronged. It meant the death of one man. Admittedly, he probably would be the hardest man on the planet to kill but at least he would die trying. His conscience could deal with that. It seemed ironic to him, death was the only way he could live with himself.
    "Focus on the beauty we saw, and felt."
    The gull disappeared into the distance. Sean felt on some level he was showing the way as land appeared on the horizon. It was Retsa. Although the ship was headed towards the dreaded Dills Pass, due to the new additions to the cargo. If the ship had docked in Retsa city, the cargo would surely be discovered and the outcome of questions asked was anybodies guess. This many Rionions had never been seen outside of Riona since the disaster, but refuelling was necessary. Through Dills Pass however, no questions would be asked, should they make it through alive. Dills Pass was a channel that formed when two great countries, Retsa and Denibo, broke apart many years ago. The outcome of this left many uncharted islands at the end of the channel, and these islands were home to the criminals and pirates that were expelled from anywhere else in the world. The idea behind attempting this was to then dock in Woshell, more like a camp then a city.
    "Jimmy why are we going through Dill’s Pass, the lads are saying we're going to die?"
"What age are you now Brendan?"
"15 sir."
"Well then you're a man on this ship so I won't lie to you. For as long as anyone from our lands can remember there has never been a ship that made it through Dill’s Pass."
"Then why.."
"If you listen I'll tell you."
"Sorry sir." He hung his head. The prospect of dying not sitting well with him.
"The reason we're doing this is because we can't moor at Retsa on account of our cargo. We gotta head for Woshell."
"Why don't we go around the long way then?" A gleam of hope in his eyes.
"You remember why we're doing this don't you?"
He nodded still looking down.
"And the problems back home?"
A less enthusiastic nod replied.
"It would take us an extra three weeks to go around the long way. We can't afford that kinda time. Anyways we're low on supplies so we gotta tie up soon enough."
    Brendan went about his duties.
    Woshell was part of the country Dasmir. Dasmir being the only country in the Southern Hemisphere to have two of the worlds 21 main cities. These 21 cities decided world order and dominated law and politics since the fall of Riona, but Woshell was fully inhabited by hippies and nature enthusiasts. Besides this and contrary to most of their beliefs the city became a great power because of it's open armed, inviting and relaxed policies. Laws there, were practically non-existent, allowing the free trade between the city and the pirates. The only thing that actually was illegal was murder. It was also home to the criminals should they want time ashore to spend any earnings. A dangerous city at times, but never the less all were welcome. Except of course Rionions. Not even a city that earned it's name for acceptance would accept what they did to the rest of the world whether or not they were innocent of any of it. They got their just punishment and what they did to the world would never be forgotten.
    The deep Jungle rose towering like pillars guarding the entrance to their way forward. Two, long, white sanded beaches spread along the coasts of each country. The beauty of the day and the beaches made it seem as if it was still the tropical paradise of its glory years. The pass itself on the other hand was a deep threatening thought that they were headed straight for.
    "Maybe it would be best if you went below?" asked the captain.
"The only people it would be best for, would be anyone waiting in them bushes." Sean replied, then checked that both his handguns had full clips and a round in the chamber and he strapped them both