Jonathan’s Wish (An Adventure Novel) – Book Three, Chapter Four, Part Two

Jonathan’s Wish (An Adventure Novel)

(Copyright 1984, Mark D. Jones, All Rights Reserved)

Book Three, Chapter Four, Part Two


“Tell me, Maestyg,” began Jonathan.  “Why is it that no one sails into the Endless Eastern Sea – are they afraid?” asked Jonathan, wanting to know exactly why these waters had such a forbidding reputation.

Maestyg lowered the vibrational frequency of his body’s atoms in order to make himself visible to Jonathan and Sammy again, knowing it would be a calming influence for what was a perilous journey.  “There are many reasons for people to fear this sea, Jonathan, mostly because of what they think they fear.  No living person in the Land of Myllanthar has ever sailed into the Endless Eastern Sea and returned to tell the tale, and those who had in ages past ventured into these waters inadvertently because of being blown off course during terrible storms, never regained their sanity again.  No one really knows what it was they are afraid of, or why.”

“But there must be a reason for their fears, Maestyg, otherwise they wouldn’t be so afraid.”

“Oh, they have reasons, many reasons, to be afraid – but it’s never from firsthand experience.  They only think they fear these waters, because of the old tales and legends, not because they really know what this sea holds.”

“Well then, what do the legends say, Maestyg?  If we’re to sail into uncharted and dangerous waters, at least we should know what we’re up against – shouldn’t we?” questioned Jonathan without the confidence to really know if he wanted to hear the truth or not about this sea – as sometimes not knowing is the better course of action.  “If we’re going to sail east, I think we just need to be prepared.  Don’t you think so, too?”

Right now Jonathan wanted to be anywhere except on this single-masted longboat venturing into forbidding seas.  Sammy took the opportunity to sleep under the canvas covering across the front of the boat, while Jonathan queried Maestyg for more information about what they were doing, and where they were going.  At least it was easier now to converse with Maestyg now that he was visible, and Jonathan took the opportunity to study his adventure companion, now that he could be seen.

Jonathan figured that Maestyg must be about 30 years old, with a short beard and a shaggy mop of flowing brown hair.  He wore a loose-fitting, long-sleeved shirt over his trousers, with a wide leather belt and tall boots – looking like an adventurer from yesteryear.  He had a long knife and sheath affixed to his belt’s right side on his hip, and a snug fitting, wide leather strap running across his right shoulder down to his left side containing an attached long knife and sheath pointing down towards his left hip, along with various small leather pouches and a small attached leather bag at his hip, from which a sword and sheath dangled freely below it.  A narrower leather band secured the wide strap around his waist from Maestyg’s front to his back.  For the first time since their surprise encounter on the Island Fortress of Tyull’s rocky beach, Jonathan understood that Maestyg was not someone to be trifled with.

Maestyg explained, “I agree, Jonathan, we should know where we’re heading towards, but the problem is we don’t really know.  No one knows for sure.  All we have are the old tales and legends, but at least I can tell you what they say.  First of all, no one’s sailed across these seas and returned with their sanity intact to explain coherently what they’d discovered.  The few survivors of these seas were physical and mental wrecks, unable to address their wide-eyed fears with any understanding.  People take from this that it’s not only suicidal to venture into these waters, but that something out here is so terrible that if it isn’t a sea monster to eat them, then it’s a fear so great that it causes madness.  The truth is, no one really knows.  In years past, however, there have been dead sea monsters that washed up on the eastern shores of Myllanthar, so perhaps there’s something true about dangerous and monstrous things living in these dark waters…”