Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170702143317/@comment-5583506-20170718230324

Catryn leaned over the prow of the ship. She had been to sea once before but had never quite gotten used to it. The salt in the air mixed with the piercing rays of the sun triggered her migraine more than anything.

Torbjorn however was apparently used to seafaring. He had been all over Tamriel whenever king Adil had been abroad to meet lords and ladies of foreign countries, to make sure that the High King of Skyrim wasn't assassinated by some disgruntled cutthroat.

Disgruntled cutthroats like ourselves...

She didn't know what experiences Shanks carried with him, but judging from his ramblings he was quite well-versed at sea, both over... and under...

"The sea", the Khajiit mused to himself, though audible for anyone to hear. "The sea. The sea. The sea... So many wonders above the waves. So many terrors below the waves. Though very few has seen either or both. Shanks, however is one of the lucky ones. He has seen both. Or maybe he should consider himself unlucky? He knows more than he knows, whomever he is?"

Tyrus leaned back against the railing, drumming on his lute as if struggling to find inspiration for some sailors' chanty he could conjure up as to not get bored.