Attention all! I'm going to premiere, for YOU, the first 4 pages of Alma: The Griffin Part One. This would be arc 2 [a shorty one] which would logically make it issue 5. Read, comment, critique, debunk! That's what this is all...
Attention all! I'm going to premiere, for
YOU, the first 4 pages of
Alma: The Griffin Part One. This would be arc 2 [a shorty one] which would logically make it issue 5. Read, comment, critique, debunk! That's what this is all about, right?
ALMA: The Griffin Part One, Part One
PAGE 1
17th
century map of the great lakes and upper Canada [as it would eventually be
known].
CAP [as journal entry]: Luc, Pilot in command of schooner Griffin,
Having departed from Potawatomis the morning of Tuesday,
and entering a fog thicke as pitch the evening last, as we have been asea for
two days I have not a sign of where we might be headed. I am to direct our
cargo south to the Niagaras, and yet the direction has eluded me. The fog
remains through the night unto morn, and hangs about us still. We hear the
drumming off the starboard bow again, and the Jesuits have taken to prayer. The
men, reliable as one must demand, becoming unhinged at the manic droning
beat, have taken to drink. Would that I could join them~
Above I hear a clamor, and I am away to investigate--
PAGE 2
A haggard sailor in 17th
century attire stares off the bow of the ship. In the distance is a deathly
thick fog, and deep within it appears to be a glowing sphere containing three
burning globes arranged in a triangle.
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CAP 1: 21 September, 1679
CAP 2 [as journal entry]: I see it! Even now. Off the prow,
in the thickening mist, ever closer! The eye! The three-lobed burning eye!
PAGE 3
Panel 1
Looking at the front
of the Griffin, a small-to-mid-sized
schooner, listing violently to its starboard as a wave crashes into its port
side.
Panel 2
The ship rocks
violently and the sailor struggles to hold on to the mast. His eyes are wide
with terror.
Panel 3
Behind the sailor, a
huge head appears to just be cresting the side of the ship, water still rolling
off of it.
PAGE 4
Panel 1
Mallory holds his hand
up. He looks incredulous. He is seated in a tavern.
MALLORY: A moment, sir. What, if I may ask again, is the
source of this tale?
Panel 2
A bald, grizzled man
sporting an eye patch [how piratey!] stares Mallory down.
MAN: The journal, man. The pilot's logs.
Panel 3
Two-shot. The man
holds a tattered journal up to Mallory, offering it to him across the table. A
lead stein sits in front of him.
CAP: 6 October, 1885
MAN: Great with French I'm not, but I can read a good
amount.
Panel 4
Mallory examines the
weathered artifact.
MALLORY: Then you've a leg up on me, I'm afraid.
Panel 5
Mallory looks up at
the Man.
MALLORY: I'd appreciate it greatly if you would continue.