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]

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.