Open Log: Big Blue Wet Thing

[goingtobeunwell]

Terrors waking that morning will find a few things amiss with the ship: 1. it's hot and humid inside their cabins, and 2. the ship itself is rocking.  Swaying, in fact, as though the ice beneath them has melted and the ship is moving. Which it is, actually, and quite quickly too. 

The holes in the side of Terror have been repaired, the rigging put up on the masts, the dual wheels of the helm moving as the ship races through the waves on its own. Up above the sun is shining brightly. 
H.M.S. Terror is sailing once more, destination unknown.

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[choosethepath]

She watches it for a while with a grin. "Thank you for telling me about it. And for...not hurting it." Turning back to him, she holds out her hand politely. "My name's Sabriel. I don't think we've officially met. You're Mr. Goodsir, right?"

[bestsir]

"I am, yes." He wipes his hands on a handkerchief before shaking her hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Miss Sabriel. And welcome."

[choosethepath]

"Thank you." She glances back over the side again. "And...I hope you find more interesting animals. Just tell me if you need help extracting any more tentacles," she laughs.

[bestsir]

"I shall. I expect you'll find me here each morning, should you like to see what I pull up," he says. "And if you would like to see something wonderful—you will regularly see dolphins off the bow. They seem to enjoy following our ship."

[choosethepath]

Her smile warms and she is reminded of why Trixie spoke so highly of him. "I'll look for them. Thank you, Mr. Goodsir."