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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 01:24 am (UTC)
wishiwasatree: (at the end of things)
From: [personal profile] wishiwasatree
Trixie hops to her feet and helps Sabriel up. "Can you gut a fish?"

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Date: 2020-07-01 01:28 am (UTC)
choosethepath: (biiiiiiiiitch)
From: [personal profile] choosethepath
She makes a face. "No. I'm not good at anything like that yet. Didn't spend much time in the Old Kingdom."

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Date: 2020-07-01 01:45 am (UTC)
wishiwasatree: (Default)
From: [personal profile] wishiwasatree
"Time to learn," Trixie smiles, flicking her cigarette over the side of the ship.

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Date: 2020-07-01 01:47 am (UTC)
choosethepath: (omg so funny)
From: [personal profile] 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.

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