#there will definitely be references to the majestic elk in this one and also terrible euphemisms will abound

[trainofcommand]

More about the Lost City of Atlantica, please?

Thank you for asking about this one! This is...Hermiod's second novel in the Garden of Thorns trilogy. It will be terrible. T.H. Asgard strikes again! (and Novak weeps). The premise? Pirate warrior Shephardson and Sir Roderick get tantalizing hints of the whereabouts of the lost city of Atlantica, and naturally, they must depart, post-haste. But is the information genuine? Who sent it? And if the Garden of Thorns is in dry-dock, how ever will they get there??

This one is about 1200 words right now and I will definitely finish it (I hope I haven't just jinxed myself here).

A snippet:

Pirate warrior Shephardson paced the deck of the Garden of Thorns. The ship was in dry-dock, undergoing some much needed repairs after a series of insane – yet ultimately triumphant – battles against the seafaring Genii peoples. Yes, they had been triumphant, but the cost had been high. Specifically, the cost was the loss of the thrill of piracy, however temporary.

Shephardson was not a man who lent himself to idleness. He needed action.

"For the love of all the sea's gods, which of course are quaint and meaningless human affectations, Shephardson," Sir Roderick said, "you're making me insane with your pacing. And if you think I'm going to let you ram me with your swizzlestick as a distraction again, you're sorely mistaken."

Shephardson smirked. "I think you're the one who's sore, Roderick."

Barely looking up from his notebook – Roderick was always so focussed on science when he wasn't focussed on having Shephardson's iron package in his mouth – Roderick rolled his eyes. "Calm yourself, Shephardson. Anyway, I have a missive from Lady Elisabeta that I think you might find interesting. It appears that she and Calderon –

Shephardson grumbled at the name of the hard-hocked captain that he had a long-standing super beef with.

"—have received a mysterious note purporting to contain hints location of the ancient and lost city of Altantica. Of course, they are too busy plowing each other's passages to act on it, so they've sent it to me."

Shephardson found himself momentarily distracted from staring at Roderick's plump human lips. "Atlantica?" The place was rumoured to be a trove of treasures and riches, and that made him…really hot. And he did not mean temperature-wise, as, like all humans, he maintained a temperature of approximately 37.5 degrees at all times.