A bit after this.

Somewhere in the back of Wellard's mind, there's an alarming drum beat and the mental shout of beat to quarters!However, one must do things differently at Milliways than one would do on board ship ( Read more... )

Somehow, (with perhaps bending the laws of narrative physics), it is possible to fit a griffin into the mostly-enclosed piloting station at the stern of the ship that Wellard's been working on for ( Read more... )

Sometime after this.

If Tom has seen fit to warn Wellard-

Wellard can think of a few other people to pass the warning on to. Namely, Finn. Which is why he has found himself outside of Finn's room after looking through the bar and lake area for his friend.

One thing he certainly misses about the West Indies, is the climate. Wellard has mentioned this, often. It is a way of Not Complaining about the fall and winter weather in Scotland, with the rain, and then snow, and overall cold and gloom.

He has been Not Complaining about it since he's returned.However, Wellard was not going to let said weather ( Read more... )

It has not started snowing- yet ( Read more... )

To the right was the ocean, stretching to the horizon ( Read more... )

It was still too cool and wet and muddy outside, so it was easy enough to ask the bar for a room just for the afternoon, that would be suitable for fighting in.

... After clarifying that it was for teaching fighting, she finally did give them a key to a room that was bare except for two chairs in one corner, with mats on the bare floor, and one ( Read more... )

Wellard does not dream much. When he does, it is all bits and pieces, randomly, of places he has been to-

(The trip on board the Pearl did a lot to add to his mental atlas ( Read more... )

After this.Wellard shoved himself back from the front door, biting back anything further to say. He had not been there- And Finn had left for whatever fate held for him on the Longest Road- Which Wellard had his own, morbid ideas about ( Read more... )

From here.

Back to the bar, though with much less hurry than their exit. Somehow, the night seems colder, and even the light and warmth from the bar, when they enter, seems muffled and tired.

It is rather late.

Wellard holds the door open for Nita, and then wearily glances around inside before looking back to her.

"Are you alright?"