It wasn’t for another week or so at sea that Gaster and the mystery elemental finally got the chance to speak. Gaster was too busy learning the way the ship worked, when he was needed, and when he could rest. Too busy to keep track of the wanderings of a single sailor on a ship with dozens of mixing and changing hands. What Gaster did notice was that the elemental’s light could be glanced on the ship at night, keeping charge of the watch most often when the ship grew close to the coastline. He could douse every lamp with just the snap of his fingers – a handy skill to have aboard a ship that constantly had need of stealth.
Coincidentally, it was during these times at night that Gaster could get his most accurate readings of location and heading, measuring the stars and moon above them.
It was with this happenstance that Gaster finally caught the elemental alone for a few moments aboard the deck, whilst the stars in the sky turned above them. The elemental watched the stars intently, his gaze locked on the colored souls that hung up in the heavens. It seemed a good point of small talk and introduction.
“So,” Gaster called across to the monster nearby him, voice ringing pleasant and soft in the silence, “Do you ever wonder which one will fall next?”
The elemental turned a quiet gaze towards him, and Gaster sputtered a bit nervously.
“Uh… the Souls I mean.”
The elemental regarded him for a long moment before turning a thoughtful gaze towards the sky. He spoke with a voice that was soft, and flickered like the crackling of a hearth fire. Every syllable he spoke was wreathed in smoke and a confusing sort of assuredness that took Gaster off-guard.
“It will be Bravery. I know it will.”