Liberi Reader

You're always looking out to sea when you're alone.

When I was but a wee babe, you'd pick me up, point out into the distance, and tell me that if I kept going that-a-ways, I'd see an ocean bluer than the sky above.

That was fifty years ago.

There's things that happened a hundred years ago you still haven't forgotten, señora.

Oh, my little perlita, if you had captained a ship across the churning waves like I once had, seen lightning crash into lightning between the clouds, heard the unending peals of thunder...

You'd never forget a moment of it your entire life either.

I'm mighty curious, though, what's this sea the old folks keep going on about really like?

I've lived in this Flat my whole life, so I don't get it at all, no matter how much I rack my brains.

Before my old man died, he'd talk day in day out about going out to sea, about how he followed you and Captain Cruz in filling your holds with treasure—so full your ships would be low in the water.

Your father was the nimblest topman I've ever seen. He'd climb masts like he was going for a stroll in a garden.

Shame there's not many sailors left who've actually seen the sea for themselves.

And that's my biggest worry, señora. Even with the compass leading the way, we lack seasoned sailors.

When it comes to the sea, Perlita, we are all reckless, ignorant children.

*Sigh* ...Nowadays, it's starting to feel like even heading out into the Flat's more trouble than it's worth.

A little fowlbeast told me that a particularly astounding fellow has come to Aarón, and in the process cut off nearly all our trade routes.

Have they finally decided to take us seriously?

He managed to sniff out all the sites we use to contact the caravans like some kinda beckbeast. Few decades ago, the useless bastards in town couldn't even spot our footprints.

*Sigh*... Stealing the compass out from under the noses of a massive garrison. To the Inquisition, it might as well have been both humiliation and provocation.

They'll do whatever they can to find us. It won't be easy.

We're running out of time, and the boy won't budge... What do we do, señora?

What if he's telling the truth? That he's not an alchemist?

I am absolutely certain he is one, Perlita.

The coin on him has the symbols for 'salt' and 'water' on its faces. A set of symbols particular to the school of alchemy. And that particular combination means 'look to the sea for life'.

I am familiar with the coin's former owner, Aulus. He was the most talented of the alchemists.

Moreover, the boy has the same style of swordplay as him. Even their speech has similarities as well.

Even if they knew each other, that doesn't mean he taught him anything. The coin could've been a gift.

No. If Aulus gave that to someone, it can only mean he had unusually high expectations for him.

According to their traditions, the coin can only be passed from teacher to student.

So why won't he admit it, then?

That puzzles me as well. I've already made it perfectly clear he has nothing to fear if he cooperates...

Why do you wipe away your tears, Isidro?

You killed him...

The sea and the land are as one. To mix them together is nothing more than erasing the barriers between them.

He decided, of his own free will, to embrace the salt and water flowing within his own body, to share all of his existence with us.

Be not afraid, be not hateful, derisive, loathing... Shut not the windows, bar not the doors, close not your heart. No longer shall there be polluted blood or shameful pain.

There will come a day when all will give their all to each other.

No—!

I will never... I will never be like you...

I won't...

*Sigh*...

Mm-ph!

(Flops about)

Hmm...?

(Claps fins together)

You...

(Nibbles ferociously)

Ow! What are you doing?!

Only half of 'em made it back...

*Sigh*...

What... What happened out there?

The Inquisition capullos ambushed us at dawn on the only road out. A lot of our mates gave their lives to see us live... Took everything we had to escape.

The townsfolk don't have salt ships. How'd they get deep enough into the Flat to even find you?

Who knows?

They're like ghosts, like they don't feel pain. They don't even fall down if you cut them open. They just get right back to attacking you instead.

(Whispers) The clerics in town barely knew the blade from the hilt... How could they pull off something like this?

Oh, there you are, Teach. Where's the rest of your men? Managed to get done what needed doing?

Heavy losses, just like you. There's another crew I haven't heard a peep from either.

...If this goes on, we won't even have enough men to continue salvaging.

How'd you get out?

No guard at the door.

Bring him with you.

Me?

Aye.

I say nay.

I'm saying nay too. This is your problem. I'm not getting involved.

If you want to eat, you have to work, chaval. If not alchemy, then you'll have to offer something else.

Why not just let me go already?

Don't even think about it. Best prepare yourself to spend the rest of your days here. We're sorely low on manpower.

...Stop pulling me.

Morning of the day after tomorrow, Rus, you bring the boy here. I'll go tell the boss.

What is even going on right now?

...

Mm-ph!

You want to come along too?

(Nods furiously)

No.

(Gnaws fin indignantly)

Put the luggage down here, Leaf.

Wait up, Weedy!

I don't understand... Why did you bring so much stuff with you?

I haven't seen Thorns in a while, right? As his best friend, it's only natural I have a few things to give him.

You could've let Leaf carry them.

Why bother, when this is barely any—

Mierda, the box broke open.

*Sigh* Help tidy this stuff up, Leaf.

What a big bag... Cleanser, lotion... Oof, that's heavy! Why so many skincare products?

How else am I supposed to protect myself from this scorching sun? I'm not having a repeat of the tragedy from my last holiday.

Holiday? Aren't we here to find Thorns after he went missing?

Bah, he's a big boy now, he can handle getting a little lost. Let's see, what's in this bag here... Oh right, clothes.

Do you really need an entire suitcase full of outfits for this mission?

As a representative of Rhodes Island, it's very important that I maintain a certain image.

Wait, so which of these were you giving to Thorns?

That package there, the one you're stepping on!

Sunscreen... Waterproof, cooling, whitening... Does he really need any of this?

What kind of friend would I be if I let him burn to a crisp?

...Well, you know him better, so if you say so.

Hey, careful with those, watch what you're throwing!

Someone's coming. We shouldn't block the street.

Will you be holding a sermon for us tonight, Señor Alguacil?

Also, I must thank you! My wife used to sneak into the kitchen every night to eat the grain we had stored away, while keeping to the teachings against gluttony by day.

But ever since hearing you preach, she hasn't sinned even once! Your teachings have cleansed her soul, and for that, I am grateful beyond words!

I merely shared with everyone all my worldly possessions...

You... You are far too humble, señor.

Señor Alguacil, please, allow me to hold your hand. Such frightful events have happened in Aarón lately, and I'm terribly afraid...

You may, if it might bring you comfort.

Wh—While I have never sinned, I was wondering if you could...

If you could lay your hand atop my head...

Alright, no crowding, one at a time!

Control yourselves! Think about your request before your turn comes! Do not take up too much of the Alguacil's time!

(Whispers) The locals here seem a little... odd...

(Whispers) Probably because they trust in the Inquisition.

(Whispers) Maybe...

I wonder who's in charge here.

May I help the two of you?

Ah, that would be amazing! What should I call you, amigo?

Anastasio is my name.

(Whispers) This dude's really popular...

(Whispers) That's for sure. Everyone who sees him stops to greet him.

Calificador Silver is waiting inside. Pray, enter.

Ah, the burden of those cursed with charm. I know it all too well, amigo.

...Pardon?

Is this man your...?

Oh, we're just colleagues. Honestly, I barely know him.

*Ahem* I am afraid we do not have what we need to hold a proper reception for you, my guests.

The town granary was recently burnt down by bandits, so I'm afraid we're all going a bit hungry before the next caravan arrives.

Don't worry about it, we brought our own food.

I am truly sorry for this.

I believe we have yet to formally introduce ourselves?

This is Field Operator Elysium, and I'm Engineering Operator Weedy, both from Rhodes Island Pharmaceuticals.

You're an engineer, then?

Yes, I am.

Are you familiar with the mechanics behind wind-powered light landships?

Well, my specialty is bioengineering, so I can't say I'm too familiar with mechanical engineering. However, based on my limited knowledge, I'd say it would be difficult to realize.

It's different from seaborne ships. If the materials aren't robust enough, the ship will fall apart the moment it tries to move.

(Impatiently blows at his red streak of hair)

What if we used steel for the keel?

I'm afraid that would make them too heavy. That's precisely why it's difficult to make wind-powered ones.

Then would you say making such a landship is near impossible?

No, I'm sure someone could come up with a design. Once you manage to work out the kinks, the actual construction shouldn't be too difficult.

Well, if we're talking about today's Iberia trapped in its own web... It wouldn't be much more difficult than making a traditional landship.

I see...

(Impatiently waves his hands)

Look, I'm terribly sorry, but shouldn't we, uh, talk business first?

For example, the whereabouts of my friend...

Dios mio, forgive me! I got carried away. Could you describe him for me?

That's crazy, there's no way!

There's no way he'd do something like that!

Calm down, Señor Elysium. I am simply stating the facts.

What you're saying is that a Rhodes Island operator colluded with bandits from the Salt Flat, both in stealing the corpses of the townspeople and arranging a rescue from his execution.

He never mentioned Rhodes Island during the interrogation... but the crimes are real.

Ahem. There must be some sort of misunderstanding here.

I regret to inform you that all the information we have points towards him being this criminal.

Mm-ph!

(Wriggles about)

I said, stop following me already.

Show Nene a little more respect, chaval.

I'm treating it the way I would treat any of you.

Which clearly isn't respectful enough. Nene's far more useful than you are.

I thought it was your emergency rations.

It's practically the boss's heart and soul! Who'd dare harm a scale on its head?

Besides, it's got far sharper senses than us out in the Flat. How else are we supposed to find anything under all that salt?

What are you looking for?

Hah, what else? Relics of the Golden Age. Sometimes high-tech curios, sometimes luxury items or whatever else. Good money either way.

But doesn't the Inquisition crack down on these sorts of excavations for Golden Age antiques?

They may not like it, but the caravans sneaking into Iberia sure do. We trade these trinkets for water and supplies. It beats begging, that's for sure.

So it's smuggling...

Don't give me that look. You think it's easy, living out here?

But you, chaval...

Every last one of the materials we got you for your alchemy, down to the smallest finbone, was bought by the blood, sweat, and tears of our crew.

...So think it over. If you know you can't do it, then don't waste our booty.

What are you suggesting?

Do a little hoo-hah during your alchemy, show the boss you failed, and give her a reason to back down from this madness.

(Whispers) Can't you just, I don't know, let me go?

I...

Also, why not tell her that yourself?

Don't want her to think we're against the plan. We respect her... fear her.

Fear? Well, I suppose she is an amazing fighter.

There're better reasons to be afraid of her.

There was a mutiny, back in the day, but only a few old bastards still remember it.

Someone said—in front of everyone—that she'd been working with the sea monsters, that she offered her entire crew up for freakish strength and longevity.

You mean the Seaborn?

Whatever they're called. At the time, the sea had only just retreated, and the monsters were still running wild. It was thanks to Captain Cruz and his crew risking life and limb that most of 'em were cleared out.

And Captain Cruz... They all died out in the Flat. Well, almost all. Juana was the only one to come back.

And when she did, she took over the entire fleet. Anyone who didn't wanna follow her ended up dying, one by one. On hunting trips or in Inquisition ambushes.

You said these were just rumors.

...Even Teach was but a lass when this all went down.

So you think she isn't actually trying to fix the compass to help everyone find a way out?

Mayhaps... Could be part of a much bigger plan. Nobody knows what she really wants.

Are you the only one who suspects her, Señor Rus?

...There's a few of us.

What about Señor Javier?

No, that boy has never doubted her for a second.

She's taken care of him so long, he sees her as a mother. She took him under her wing after his mother died.

Those Seaborn in the rumors... Have any of the sailors ever seen one?

Nope... Not a one.

Mmp...Mmph!

*Glub*—!

What's its problem?

Hah, looks like Nene found something.

Stow the sails, you scallywags! Drop anchor! We're setting down!

You heard him! Get digging!

Remember to bring your shovel and your sword, chaval. Don't even think about running. I'll have someone keep an eye on you.