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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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Date: 2020-07-05 10:53 pm (UTC)
adaptiveimmunities: (don't mention her name)
From: [personal profile] adaptiveimmunities
Shaun snorts. "Point," he agrees. "Let's hope that someone else populates the island, then. Our monsters can stay at home where they belong." Is Shaun thinking about the zombies or the human monsters? It's a mystery.

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Date: 2020-07-05 10:55 pm (UTC)
spookylikeafox: (I work very hard)
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He reaches down to rub at his leg before taking another drink. "I think I've had all I can take today. Let's hope you're right, huh?"

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Date: 2020-07-06 12:34 am (UTC)
adaptiveimmunities: (pretty please george?)
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He snickers. "I'm a journalist. I love being right. It's one of my favorite things. Take it easy, Mulder--try not to get too sunburned, okay?"

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