Post by The Realm of Moderal on Sept 8, 2021 2:07:30 GMT
10/6/4/390
The bow of the TS Stilatke cut through the glistening waters of the southern ocean. Once again under way. This was preferable to sitting in a very nearly hostile port orgainising a war effort and the crew were filled with vigour and a new strength. They were once again doing what they did best, sailing. They had managed to escape the stuffy and volatile conditions of having more than one family on board without a Gasca there to supervise. Unfortunatley the high spirits meant that everyone started to relax, the watches weren't paying as much attention as the perhaps should have been and over the course of the night the bow strayed, just a few degrees to the north, but enough to put them within spitting distance of the coast. When the watch finally noticed this he quickly notified the captain and the descision was made to lay anchor and wait until dawn.
11/6/4/390
As the sun rose the sighed with releif. The captains call had been a good one, any longer and they would have smashed head first into an island. They appeared to be in a bay on the southern continent a few days south of the Duom Aserdorian island. As the bow was starting to turn out to see an eagle eyed member of the crew spotted a breif flash from the mainland, as if a light was on amongst the greenery. The captain called for a turn to starboard and the bow swung back around and pointed toward the mainland and the TS Stilatke stuttered forward, cautiously heading for the mysterious lights.
The bow of the TS Stilatke cut through the glistening waters of the southern ocean. Once again under way. This was preferable to sitting in a very nearly hostile port orgainising a war effort and the crew were filled with vigour and a new strength. They were once again doing what they did best, sailing. They had managed to escape the stuffy and volatile conditions of having more than one family on board without a Gasca there to supervise. Unfortunatley the high spirits meant that everyone started to relax, the watches weren't paying as much attention as the perhaps should have been and over the course of the night the bow strayed, just a few degrees to the north, but enough to put them within spitting distance of the coast. When the watch finally noticed this he quickly notified the captain and the descision was made to lay anchor and wait until dawn.
11/6/4/390
As the sun rose the sighed with releif. The captains call had been a good one, any longer and they would have smashed head first into an island. They appeared to be in a bay on the southern continent a few days south of the Duom Aserdorian island. As the bow was starting to turn out to see an eagle eyed member of the crew spotted a breif flash from the mainland, as if a light was on amongst the greenery. The captain called for a turn to starboard and the bow swung back around and pointed toward the mainland and the TS Stilatke stuttered forward, cautiously heading for the mysterious lights.