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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: 2020-07-01 01:21 am (UTC)
kingsroads: (well why don't we do this?)
From: [personal profile] kingsroads
Strange, having only the faintest idea about what an ice master actually is, doesn't press Crozier's hesitation.

"And that should precisely give you an advantage with the ice! When I first arrived in the Arctic, I found the ice incredibly difficult to work with. Even now, I have to admit my magic revolving around the Arctic has less finesse than I'd like. Whereas you already know the landscape backwards and forwards!"

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Date: 2020-07-01 02:32 am (UTC)
kingsroads: (small little smiles)
From: [personal profile] kingsroads
Strange would definitely go on for another fifteen minutes. However, Crozier's shoulder grab stops him from yammering too much about magic. He sighs, like this is a great imposition, before giving Crozier a small smile to show that he's joking.

"We'll start up again tonight, apprentice. I'll see you in your dreams."

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