As aggravating as Selverya randomly bugging him sometimes could be, mostly, this time, it was just concerning. For one thing, she'd asked for help. Even that little bit probably took a lot for her to ask for; Selverya was a very proud creature (too proud, if you asked him), and it really took a lot for her to admit she couldn't do something by herself. Sad as it was, he understood all the same. Now, however, he was wondering just how much she'd downplayed it when she'd mentioned it briefly during their letter exchanging. Kemosiri, of course, expecting she had downplayed it, had gotten quite a bit of vinegar, some willowbark, bunches of varying medicinal plants, paid a visit to the Silver Cauldron, even (they never did much care for doing business with pirates, but money was goddamn money), for varying tonics he thought may help. Either it would all be enough, or it wouldn't, and he supposed he wouldn't know until he got there.
Behind his ship, the Iron Bullet, were two other ships, the Red Dawn and the Ocean Queen. If they needed more backup than this, that could be arranged, but Kemosiri didn't see much use in bothering the rest of the scattered fleet when they may not need it. Smartly, though, the ships came from the eastern sea, not from the north, as that seemed more likely to side-step the Ebondrake threat. Kemosiri wasn't afraid of the Ebondrake, but they didn't need two fleets down, all the same. It was, after all, difficult to be backup for another fleet, when you were also in need of backup.
As they rounded the coast, there was audible murmuring across the ship. Several of the White Shadow's fleet had been sunk right there off the coast, a few gushing huge amounts of dark aura. Those would inevitably have to be dealt with, or they'd open a rift. Kemosiri frowned, leaning forward on the deck in thought. There were bits and pieces of broken ship scattered across the water, tangled in seaweed and damaged by corruption. Those would also have to be dealt with, or they'd have bigger problems than some broken ships. Under the water, as the sea floor drew closer, he could catch sight of other mangled ships.
"Someone get a group down there," he said. "We've got some cremations to do, and memorial services that need to be held."
"Yes, sir," one of the others answered. As far as Kemosiri could tell, the port here had been partially burned out. It'd have to be rebuilt.
No wonder Selverya had asked for help.
In the meantime, Kemosiri focused on helping the crew drop the anchors and stop the Iron Bullet. It was a heavy beast of a ship, after all, and there were dozens of anchors. It looked like the White Shadow itself had taken heavy damage in the conflict, as well; he should have brought wood, as it turned out, but he could send one of the other ships back out for more supplies, if need be. The Red Dawn and the Ocean Queen started dropping their anchors, too, and within maybe a few minutes, they'd all glided to a quiet stop just off-shore. Kemosiri hopped right off the deck, diving into the water and immediately rocketing onto shore, leaving a spray of water behind him.
The shouts of amused protest that followed were to be expected. The Iron Bullet started dropping boats to head out and retrieve whomever they could, and Kemosiri headed for the aura signature that felt like Selverya. It seemed this would be home, for a while.