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Open Post: Treat

Now that the latest burst of activity has actually settled into something like calm for a few days, Tress has settled into a temporary project. In fairness, most of the temporary project took place the previous day in the out of the way kitchen that she had previously commandeered small appliances from. But today requires a bit more wandering.

So she is currently in the process of going around various at least semi-frequented common rooms leaving trays of both nut and honey balls and chocolate coconut balls. Next to each room's tray, she sets down a small card that says in careful handwriting, 'It's been a tough week. Help yourself!'

She's not putting a whole lot of fanfare into the process, but she's also not being particularly secretive about it, so she's easy enough to find throughout.

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"Oh, micropsia," says Aziraphale with understanding. "Yes, that would make it quite difficult to hit so much as the broad side of a barn. I assume all were happy with their gifts? What sort of board did Fort need?"

"Oh, it's his... wait, I never mentioned. Fort's Deaf. He got his first board from a wizard from beyond the stars. He can type what he wants to say on one side, and it shows up on the other side for whoever he's talking to. And then when they say something back, it automatically shows him on his side what they're saying. It's amazing."

Aziraphale nods, thinking he understands, and then pauses. A wizard from beyond the stars? This seems ridiculous. What genre is this, anyway?

Well, it's not worth pursuing. Certainly not with Tress, and there's no way to find out from her the name of her author. So he doesn't mention this incongruity, and simply says, "Very convenient. And a great boon that you were able to replace it for him."

Listen, so there's a little bit of sci-fi just sprinkled in with the fantasy here. For flavor.

"I was so happy I could do it. He was obviously heartbroken when she broke it."

She pauses. "So... that's when Salay decided to make me captain of the ship."

It's obvious that Tress received this as a surprise, but Aziraphale couldn't be less surprised. She's the protagonist. She's calm, resourceful, clever, and brave to the exact point of just enough foolishness to make her interesting. If she hadn't become captain by the end of this tale, he would have eaten his waistcoat. So: "Naturally," he says with a smile.

"Naturally? I'd only even been at sea for a few weeks! Salay rightfully should have been captain herself, but she told me her job was to keep the captain from making bad decisions... which turning down the job would have been, apparently."

"Naturally," says Aziraphale again, smile lingering. "Salay was clearly correct, and I'm glad you listened to her expertise."

"If you say so. Anyway, I got Crow's cabin, so that was nice. Much more comfortable bed. And we sailed on toward the Midnight Sea. I got to introduce the crew to Huck, then. Ann immediately decided to keep the cat separated until we got to another port... and Salay put the idea of a little rat-sized pirate hat in his head. And yes, he did end up getting one. I told everyone my story and they still decided to follow me, even if I was leading them into danger for something that honestly didn't have any effect on them. I was and am still so grateful to them for that."

"A rat-sized pirate hat!" Aziraphale covers his mouth with his hand again, not that it does much to hide the utterly helpless smile. "Very charming. Your crew, too -- also very charming. I'm glad they stuck with you, and I'm eager to hear about this famed Midnight Sea."

"Well, we had to get there first. And while we were doing that, I had to figure out what we could possibly do to get to the Sorceress's island. I was at a complete loss for ideas, even though I was trying desperately to come up with anything."

Aziraphale takes a moment to think. He circles back around everything he's been told so far -- which is quite a bit. "Was that trick you'd been doing with Hoid's curse not enough?¹ Or was it a matter of obstacles, not of finding it?"

¹See, he's been paying attention!

"Oh, I knew exactly where it was. It was just... the Midnight is the most dangerous sea for a reason. Midnight spores..." She pauses, thinking how to best describe this. "When midnight spores meet water, they form... I don't want to call them creatures, because they're not really alive? But close to it. And the Sorceress had an army of them patrolling the sea for her. There's a reason nobody who sailed the Midnight came back alive unless the Sorceress let them."

"Creatures." Aziraphale, again, doesn't sound terribly surprised. "I see why this was to be the last stop on your journey. What an escalation."

She nods. "And she had a whole host of other defenses, too. And trying to think of a way around all of it... it was like my brain had hit a stilling."

With sincerity, Aziraphale says, "I'm looking forward to hearing your solution. I can't think of one -- but then again, I'm not familiar with your -- world.¹"

¹Gold star to Aziraphale for not saying "source material"!

Tress smiles fondly. "I have a good crew. They noticed I was having a hard time and they came with ideas of their own. Helped jostle my own brain too. So we had... some plans. Of course, we had another wrinkle come up when we still had days until we got to the Midnight."

"Tress," says Aziraphale with a tone somewhere between warning and laughter, "you're getting a bit too good at the storytelling, actually. Well-done little cliffhanger there."

She grins. "You seem to like them so much, I couldn't resist. Anyway, they found Hoid tossing food barrels overboard."

"Food? Overboard?" Aziraphale frowns. "Why on earth would he do that?"

She sighs. "He was told to by a rat, who said his mission was of vital importance."

"Oh, Charlie," says Aziraphale, fondly dismayed. "He was still trying to protect you. Miniature pirate hat notwithstanding."

"That's exactly what he was doing. But we didn't realize it at the time, of course. We ended up putting him in a cage. I thought we were going to have to turn back to resupply, but the crew just said that we could eat verdant vines for a while, so no reason not to continue. So we did continue and in fact got to the border of the Midnight before dropping anchor. Didn't want to continue at night, obviously. But the whole situation was worrisome, because the plans we had involved Huck sneaking into the tower and letting us in, which we obviously couldn't do. I couldn't help but think I was leading the crew that trusted me into certain death. So I decided to have them set down the launch and I was going to row into the Midnight alone."

This is another of those turns of the story that isn't terribly surprising at all to Aziraphale, but that must have felt incredibly monumental to Tress herself. He considers, and then says only, "Brave and foolish yet again."

"No, that was... that was just foolish. Salay tried to talk me out of it, but I took entirely the wrong lesson out of what she was trying to say. And since I was the captain..." She shrugs. "Huck, at least, managed to convince me to bring him along, in his cage."

"Oh," says Aziraphale before he can help it, with a rather moved little smile. "Poor Charlie in his cage. And what ended up befalling you two?"

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