Undistress (4)

IMS Sukorya's Joy; and
IMS Esseldár's Champion, Cerulean Ocean, 1340 Gradakhmath 4

I didn't believe my own eyes.

I didn't believe the documentation, either. (Although the remnants of an old esklav stain on the shiphandling certificate that matched the one mine acquired in a storm back on the old Sukórya's Pride almost had me.)

I didn't even believe the stories.

But then he brought out the flag. Tattered, salt-stained from obvious immersion, the sea-blue swallowtail pennant of the line with its galloping cerrúr. Header, torn, where it had come loose from the halyard. Stained, darkly, near the joining of the points. But unmistakably the same pennant that even now flew from Joy's stern.

I looked at my older self, and at the ugly scar that lined his right hand.

"You grabbed this..."

"...as she went under. And a little after."

- Kairin Teresu, first officer;
Kairin Teresu, line commodore

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