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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[brushoff]

"You won't be a burden!" Dorian cheerfully responds, absolutely ignoring that look of warning Thomas is giving him and grinning like a madman as he sees the other man blush. Victory for Dorian.

"But that's something we can discuss later. I'll let you get back to your charts."

[lieutenantsteward]

"Good day, sir," he mutters, pulling over his journal to chart the next course change. He wants Dorian gone so he can simply enjoy his work- and the ability to watch him without anyone noticing.