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[Up on the deck of the Typhoon (?), Daine's sitting a few feet away from the edge of the ship, unstrung bow in her lap. She has a cloth in one hand as she gets to work cleaning her weapon. While it doesn't exactly need it, it's something to keep her focused.]
While I don't mind ships or sailing, it's a little disconcerting being dropped on to one with no idea of where you're heading. Besides that, only a few people here are adept at running a ship. [She exhales a little.] I suppose we should be grateful for those we do have.
[She sits back against a barrel as gulls begin to line themselves on the ship's railing, keeping eerily silent.]
[OOC: Open journal or action for Route A!]
While I don't mind ships or sailing, it's a little disconcerting being dropped on to one with no idea of where you're heading. Besides that, only a few people here are adept at running a ship. [She exhales a little.] I suppose we should be grateful for those we do have.
[She sits back against a barrel as gulls begin to line themselves on the ship's railing, keeping eerily silent.]
[OOC: Open journal or action for Route A!]