[Open Spam - No getting the fruit without going out on a limb.]
[There's a stranger on the barge area--a harried-looking stranger, a young woman whose well-fed, cleanly nature doesn't quite fit the ragged clothes she wears.
She's not in the barge as yet, just lingering in its shadow, recovering from her fraught trip from the city to the wreck.
She looks up at it and brushes dark brown curls out of her face, reaching out to touch the hull lightly.
Someone sent her to see what all the fuss is about.
And perhaps extend and invitation to the harried fugitives.]
She's not in the barge as yet, just lingering in its shadow, recovering from her fraught trip from the city to the wreck.
She looks up at it and brushes dark brown curls out of her face, reaching out to touch the hull lightly.
Someone sent her to see what all the fuss is about.
And perhaps extend and invitation to the harried fugitives.]