[Wild Roses] Future Forward
Title: Well. Tha's a problem.
'Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Niamh
Prompt: 76C "nameless"
Word Count: 171
Notes: Uncharted waters. They're in uncharted waters, half a day from home.
Prompted by a poll response.
The chart's wrong. Hell if she could explain how, but it's wrong, and she's running from her cabin to the deck as fast as her feet will take her, yelling to the yardarm dancers as soon as her head's in clear air.
She's never had her father's depth of tone, but people hear her when she wants them to, and people are moving even as they're staring at her quizzically.
Something scrapes along the portside stern as they tack, and she hears the man on rudder yell something about a reef where there shouldn't be a damn reef.
Uncharted waters. They're in uncharted waters, half a day from home.
She takes a deep breath, feeling around her ship in the water as she does, and lets it out as her sails change colours, and the dancers start hauling them in.
She catches a leggy half-grown kid with her father's nose as the kid hits the deck, tells her to go toss the navigator out of his bed. They've got problems.
'Verse/characters: Wild Roses; Niamh
Prompt: 76C "nameless"
Word Count: 171
Notes: Uncharted waters. They're in uncharted waters, half a day from home.
Prompted by a poll response.
The chart's wrong. Hell if she could explain how, but it's wrong, and she's running from her cabin to the deck as fast as her feet will take her, yelling to the yardarm dancers as soon as her head's in clear air.
She's never had her father's depth of tone, but people hear her when she wants them to, and people are moving even as they're staring at her quizzically.
Something scrapes along the portside stern as they tack, and she hears the man on rudder yell something about a reef where there shouldn't be a damn reef.
Uncharted waters. They're in uncharted waters, half a day from home.
She takes a deep breath, feeling around her ship in the water as she does, and lets it out as her sails change colours, and the dancers start hauling them in.
She catches a leggy half-grown kid with her father's nose as the kid hits the deck, tells her to go toss the navigator out of his bed. They've got problems.