The promise of the map

Rast Chiinevral was standing on the board and looking at their new bounty. The last sea battle with human marchant ship was succesful and now rebel elves were standing in gold and precious stones. All enemies were killed at once except two who wanted to join Rast's crew. These two were threw to the sea without hope for any help. Captain of the elven ship never took humans under his command.

"New news from below the deck, capn" said first officer, Grunn Rivestholl, salutting with joy on his face. He was also happy from the treasures they found on marchant ship; enough to live in Karivala for good two years!

"Say it loud" Rast smiled lightly, tooking a hand of golden coins.

"One of elven lords survived the slavery and the last massacre and is now on the king's court. I think it's lord Rhuitaure but I am not sure."

"He always was strange. So young for this age."

"He is tamed now. Swore the words to the human king. I think it's treachery."

"I don't think so. He just want to survive. Like us, we were completely different people before and now we are bloody pirates. I don't care why Rhuitaure did it; he is alive and free. But as government employee, he is our enemy, because now...now we are outlaws. Any other news from the old Karmala?"

"The magic woman still doesn't want to cooperate and wants more water." the first officer said it with disgust as if 'water' was forbidden word on this ship.

"Give it to her. We are good people with good intentions" Rast gaved Grunn a grin that could kill a maiden. "But tell her as well that I want her to make me magic map. She knows which."

"Yes, capn...but...but she..." Grunn, as for pirate sailor was strangely shy today. "She wants to see with you, capn. If not, she will cast a spell that will destroy our ship, even with hands chained like now."

"Oh...so now we are rebel too, seer with rebelious soul." said Rast and drown in his toughts. They captured Siaa, the magic human woman, on the raid on the city. She knew many things in her head and most spells she knew were deadly. But she must, have to! know the path to the island. This was hope for whole crew to live in enernal youth and eternal luxury like kings of old Churn. If she won't make a map...

"Tell her that I will visit her today in the evening" he decided and laughed. "Now take that gold into our good ol' treasure chests and remember: LONG LIVE THE ELVEN COMPANY!"