Ship at Harbor

[tadabug2000 4918]

 

 

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A ship at harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are for.

The crash of waves sounded alongside that of steel, pounding against the rocking ship. A storm thundered along, leaving darkened skies and heavy clouds. A young woman peered out from the Crow’s nest, keeping to the rhythm of the ship as it was second only to breathing to her. The storm was sudden, the sea angry and every bit of her being alive.

This is what she has trained for. What they have all trained for.

 

The climb down was perilous, winds beating against her and rain blinding her. There was a difference between bravery and stupidity, and if she were to stay up there any longer, it’d be the latter. Weathered boots thudded against the slick deck, and she assisted in hauling anything of immediate importance below deck.

 

Each heartpounding moment livened her veins, quickened her pulse and an ornery grin appeared on her features. Ever the utility seawoman, most especially during times of strife, did she find Captain Zulimar upon completion of her most recent task. He appeared much like her Mentor, stocky and with an anger to rival a Bull’s. Maristela’s drive for more had her wanting to poke the Bull, but she avoided it, for now.

 

His thunderous voice echoed above the roaring of the storm, calling forth orders to the available crew. That rush continued, the slamming of doors and the whistling wind, but just like the thousands of times before - they did it, made it through the storm.

 

This time, though, there was an end goal. Weathered boots assisted in the climb of the Crow’s nest once more, peering out over the pre-dawn sky after making quick work of the rungs. Sooted wings soared ahead, its catch of the day clutched within talons and that grin drove forth once more.

 

“Land-ho!”

 

 

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Spoiler

A bit of end map fuckery with some friends - thought I'd do a lil arrival post

 

[Digit___ 1225]

The Captain of the ship, Zulimar, stood just behind the bow of the vessel. The long hair under his hat billowing in the salt-stained winds of the open waters. A smirk of Bull-like confidence permeated his tanned visage while excitement and curiosity burned under dark-blue eyes. Thus the man spun about-face upon the sea-soaked deck to meet the gaze of his people, pointing fingers to various crew mates.

 

“PULL ASHORE, DROP THE ANCHOR, AND GET YOUR PACKS READY! LET’S SEE WHAT THESE LANDS HAVE FOR US!” His boisterously loud voice called to the crew, booming in their ears like the thunder of the Storm!

[clearlynoko 201]

The Navigator Santiago hears his Captain's orders as he squints through the storm and rain. His eyes flick down to the compass pointing straight North. "PULLING TO THE SHORE CAPT'N!" He calls through the ship, yelling as loud as he could over the storm. He angles the ship to the side, slowing the ship to park safely against the shoreline as the crew lowers the anchor.