Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-2165692-20190218230651/@comment-36178866-20190219001710

Rona stepped onto the ship and found a place on the deck to sit and write in her journal. She took the time to write down exactly what she did that day, and drew a picture of the boat, the captain, and the strange bird on the mizzen-mast. While she sketched her mind wandered to the dark recesses of madness as they usually did, and she started singing a riddle to herself

Who's eyes are yellow like the moon

Who wears gold and purple too

Who rises midnight, sleeps at noon

Who's the great king of the loons?