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 wonder, would a dolphin twitch when they dreamed? Obviously they do not actually jump as one would have seen it happen if that were the case, but perhaps a small twitching or a thrash of their tail is their version of what happens with a dog's legs."

[bestsir]

"I imagine that must be the case. And the same must be true of the larger whales as well. What a thing to see—imagine."

[kingsroads]

"Who knows! Maybe we shall see one of them here!" Strange is bursting at the seams with happiness and optimism as he gives Goodsir a wide grin. "I dare say we're overdue something light and fun for the dream. Whales would be just the antidote!"

[bestsir]

"I shall be sure to tell you when I see some, then," Harry replies. Strange's enthusiasm cheers him immensely, and has cemented his friendship firmly in Harry's mind. Which, to his mind, is a welcome change from some of their earlier disagreements.

[kingsroads]

"I would greatly appreciate that," Strange says, with a grin. He turns to look back out at the ocean, eyes watching the dolphins as he talks. "I suspect I'll end up working soon, crafting sea winds or ocean squalls to push the Terror where Crozier desires it. It would be lovely to have a break and simply appreciate our surroundings every once in a while."