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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[wishiwasatree]

"That's good. Maybe it'll come back and grant you a wish," she teases. She looks down at her book and gestures to it. "What's all this?"

[choosethepath]

Sabriel only laughs at that, then holds up the book to show her. "It's a book of magic," she tells her. "Charter marks. I'm studying so I can at least be a little ahead when I get home."

[wishiwasatree]

"Uh huh."

She looks at the book closely, rolling herself a cigarette.

"Magician have specialties...from what little I fuckin' understand anyways. What are you good at?"

[choosethepath]

She laughs softly, though she places the book to the side. "Keeping dead things from coming back from the dead," she tells her gently.

[wishiwasatree]

Trixie's eyes widen, and she pauses halfway through rolling the tobacco up. "Does that come in handy?"

[choosethepath]

She lets out a soft hum. "It does in my world," she admits. "But I've been training for it my whole life." She touches the bandolier at her chest. "That's what the bells are for."

[wishiwasatree]

She laughs quietly. "Oh. I just thought...I just thought that you might've played bells or something."

She finishes rolling her cigarette and licks it closed. "So what kind of place do you come from, that the dead don't stay dead? Sounds like a pain in the balls."

[choosethepath]

"The Old Kingdom, across a giant wall, has the dead that don't stay dead. It is a...a pain in the balls," she admits. "Still, where there's power and magic, there are always people who want to take advantage of it. And that's what I'm trying to keep down. The job has been passed down in my family for centuries and...now it's my turn."

[wishiwasatree]

The idea's of having that kind of job at so young an age makes Trixie wince. "Big fucking responsibility."

[choosethepath]

She can only agree with a nod. "Yes, I know. It was a surprise that I really didn't welcome," she admits.

[wishiwasatree]

"Sorry to hear it." She strikes the match across the deck and lights her cigarette. "Do you get any help?"

[choosethepath]

She actually laughs a bit. "I do, but I don't think you'd believe me if I told you who."

[wishiwasatree]

She takes a long drag from the cigarette, leaning forward. "The jellyfish?"

[choosethepath]

Giggling, she shakes her head. "No. There is...or was, I suppose, a talking cat who is more powerful than anything I have ever encountered. He helped me for a while. But...other than that, I have a...friend. The Abhorsen, that's me now, usually works alone. There's always only one."

[wishiwasatree]

Trixie can't believe her guess was close. She laughs softly and shakes her head. "I found out a former friend's an immortal, so I 'spose this isn't the oddest fuckin' thing I've heard all week."

[choosethepath]

"Immortal?" she asks. She doesn't sense anything on the ship, but, of course, her senses don't always seem to work with people not from her world.

[wishiwasatree]

Trixie shakes her head. "Never mind that." Wound's a little too fresh to really dig into it.

"You think you can leave this and help me with dinner?"

[choosethepath]

"Of course," she says, standing up quickly and gathering her book. Her mind was still on the immortal, though. It didn't sit right with her.

[wishiwasatree]

Trixie hops to her feet and helps Sabriel up. "Can you gut a fish?"

[choosethepath]

She makes a face. "No. I'm not good at anything like that yet. Didn't spend much time in the Old Kingdom."

[wishiwasatree]

"Time to learn," Trixie smiles, flicking her cigarette over the side of the ship.

[choosethepath]

Well, that seemed like the better way to spend her afternoon. She is actually looking forward to learning a new skill. "Alright. Time to learn," she echoes happily.