by Lynne Charles
I have seen Death. I have known of its coming for
some time now. I have known and prepared. Though to all others my death will
appear untimely, it has been an expected visitor since Captain Lockland's
passing. I am ready.
are being made for the things I see in the future. My time is not today, for I
have not completed my duty. Alan is, at this moment, gathering the necessary
materials for my last act.
have enforced a spell around the REBELLION which only the combined powers of
all six keys can break. The future owners of my ship will be constantly
protected from all others aboard a safe haven.
is in readiness. My will names Jon as executor, so I leave him my entire
diary. To avoid disputes, my will is copied here for Jon.
The Last Will
and Testament of Jacques Francoise LeRart
Jacques Francoise LeRart, being of sound mind and body, do hereby leave this
last will and testament to fulfill my final requests. To wit: the dispersion
of my earthly goods and possessions, burial arrangements, and other
executor of this will is hereby named as Jonathon Pierce. He is charged with
completing the final arrangements, and overseeing the processes whereby my
wishes will be carried out.
beloved ship, the REBELLION, I leave to the as yet unborn twins of Adena,
Enchantress of Furanose, and her husband, Archimedes Ledic. Fully protected
from any singular evil, it will serve as a safe haven for them, as only the
combined forces of all six of the keys may even attempt to break the
protection. Further, I leave in my sea-chest two vials. The turquoise vial is
to be presented to the male child, and the aquamarine vial given to the
Adena of Furanose, I leave an envelope which will disclose the power of the
potions I leave her twins.
Iffley, who will soon be married, I leave the footlocker in my cabin. Inside
are a vial and a yellowed scroll. The power of the potion in the vial will
keep Iffley's bride forever young. The power of the spell written upon the
scroll is so intense that Iffley alone can control it.
my dear godson, Jonathon Pierce, I give my diary, which contains many useful
ideas and suggestions to relieve tumultuous situations. Also, I leave a
special spice rack, overflowing with wondrous powders and liquids with magical
healing properties. One thing more, of great value to you, I leave. In the
footlocker is a golden, ornate ring, which I am certain you will recognize as
the one your father gave to Joanna, your mother, as a token of their
other of my possessions not previously mentioned belong now to the twins of
Phire. Having dispersed of my worldly goods, I wish to state my burial
wish to be cremated with fire, as is the ancient custom of Earth. I want my
ashes scattered over the Sea of Discontent. A formal proceeding, such as a
funeral or wake, is neither necessary nor prudent. Therefore, simply following
my directions will fulfill my requirements.
and sealed this twenty-fifth day of July, in the year 476, After Plague.
Francoise LeRart, Captain
put his pen down and set the diary aside. He climbed into his bunk and stared
out at the darkness of his cabin. Tonight. He could feel the growing
chilliness in his bones and muscles, even to the depth of his very soul.
night, Jacques LeRart surrendered to the shadowy, cloaked figure that came in
the night to claim him. Alan found his captain the next morning, a peaceful
smile of content playing across his cold lips. In his hand was clutched a
logbook. Opening it, Alan found an inscribed poem on the cover.
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