Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20190307235204/@comment-25828117-20190323122440

Nemicus turned his head towards the bay, his hair danced in the cold winds that blew in from the south. There had to be one hell of a storm down there if it could trump the icy breezes of the sea of ghosts.

A thin yet total line of dark clouds hung far on the horizon. By all logic dictated by forecasting wisdom the captain could deduce that whatever it was, it would be here by the end of the day.

He didn't appear to be the only one who noticed the encroaching darkness as several deckhands and dockworkers raised their hands above their eyes to watch the meteorological anomaly more clearly. Either way, there was nothing he could do about it. His ship could not depart for another two days and even if he were to disregard his custom, there was no way such a total storm could be escaped on the open seas. Chances were it would be worse than waiting out in port.

The Flashing Blade's crew got back to work once Nemicus noticed too many had begun to idle and had kindly, yet firmly, reminded them they were still on the clock. Best we all get on with our jobs. He thought, returning to the below decks.

With his mind lost in thought he bumped into Helian who was carrying a bucket and mop.

"Apologies, captain!" The boy apologised sheepishly. Apparently he too had been with his head in the clouds, though probably for entirely different reasons.

"It's nothing." Nemicus brushed off. The only 'damage' done with that his left slipper was now wet from a splash that had escaped the bucket.

There was a quiet silence where they both looked at eachother.

"You made your mind up then, lad?" The captain asked his crewmember.

Helian sighed and nodded almost reluctantly.

The captain took hold of the mop Helian had been carrying and leaned on it for a short spell. He bore a sad little smile.

"Good, because I've got a feeling things are about to change very soon."