Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20160629224326/@comment-24696651-20160714062521

Qatari climbed up the crow's nest, feeling her joints protest at her motion and stretching. As she reached the top, she realized she wasn't going to be much of a lookout. She was thinking, arguing with herself, about her outburst of emoiton. A part of her acknowledge that something was wrong with her, that she needed to change something. But a far larger part, a part which until recently had been the only part she was aware of, was telling her what every pirate, every cut throat, every mercenary had always told her.

''Emotion is weakness. Weakness is death.''