Pierre is Out of Time

Pierre entered the turtle ship. It was fascinating how someone made a ship into the shape of an animal. What sort of culture did this? Is the turtle a sacred animal? Questions rebounded inside his brain as he entered the ship and found an empty cargo bay, some living quarters, and a room with a chair bolted to the floor...

In front of the chair was what appeared to be a game board. Pierre was familiar with Chess and Cripple Mister Onion, but he'd never seen anything like the yellow board covered in black and white stones before.

He could see out the two tiny portholes on either side of the room. It was getting dark, and through the twilight he noticed Lamont traipsing around the woods. He looked back down at the chair and suddenly felt overwhelmed. What was he doing here? What was the point of all of this? It was bad enough that they were on a wild goose chase across Mainland to what, kill a king? Is that what they were doing? He was confused. He needed to sit down for a bit and clear his head.

He sat in the chair and tried to relax, tried to clear his mind by staring at the stones, trying to discern a pattern in them. He'd heard of other cultures using such stones for divination - perhaps he could just relax, look at the stones, and see if some sort of pattern might emerge...