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.

Comments

[kingsroads]

"I'll only allow you to be cautious if you let me be the cautious one the next time the dream shifts in our favor. How does that sound?"

[heyboss]

"It's a deal," he tells him with an indulgent smile. "Now, go and enjoy your day, Mr. Strange. Thank you for humoring me and my mood. Let me know if I can help with our friend."

[kingsroads]

"Really, the best way you can help is by fishing up some dinner after prying that sample-collecting net from Goodsir's hands," Strange teases. That man scooped up some sort of awful jellyfish looking thing earlier and no thanks, Strange is keeping away from Goodsir if he's going to be yanking things like that up from the ocean.

[heyboss]

Sheehan just shakes his head. "I don't think so. That might upset him and he deserves to be happy. I'll get some fish when he's not looking."

[kingsroads]

"He has to eat eventually," Strange teases. "You can borrow the net then."

[heyboss]

"Alright, Mr. Strange. I'll get our friend some fish," he promises. "But first I should get gloves. That beak is sharp. Have a good day," he tells him with a grin.

[kingsroads]

"I'll see you around later," Strange says, with a little nod. He's staying on the deck for the moment and turns to look out towards the horizon.