Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20190827204408/@comment-25828117-20190905135015

The port was sprawling. the docks filled with men working to get goods on or off the ships with the aid of wooden cranes or just the old fashioned way via the gangplanks, rolling barrels down or simply carrying heavy boxes with their own strength. It did not seem surprising then that most men looked like they could crush coconuts with their bare hands.

Calloused hands and calloused feet were the hallmark of any sailor of the southern seas. They did not wear gloves or boots.

Lysilde navigated them through the harbor until they came to the dock that housed a peculiar vessel. The hull was made out of a reddish wood, and shaped like most other ships in the port but it had a long striped rudder that was arched down into the water and adorned with stripes. The bowsprit was long, thick and made with rectangular shapes that meshed with the vessel's red hull. But perhaps the most eyecatching was the canopy over the deck. The roof was made with decorated gables that bent slightly. On the ridge's ends stood curls, richly adorned with gold. The canopy provided a cool shadow over most of the deck. Elevated above the canopy were the poop deck, with its own canopy, and the masts with sails like bat wings.

"This is it." Lysilde announced.

The vessel's name was written in an alphabet not many could read. Kashya could however. It read: "The Hellcat"