Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-17114085-20150828165808/@comment-24736819-20150906003922

It had been two days since the Sea Giant followed the Bone Maw through stormy and calm waters...

"Captain, we're receiving signs from the Bone Maw. We must've reached the spot...finally.", Azaron said, using the spyglass.

"Finally indeed. I was starting to think my Uncle wanted to tire me out.", Balin handled the wheel easily as they were in calmer waters now, ever since they passed Bethony and entered the Illiac Bay.

"Yeah...but there is nothing here. We're literally in the middle of nowhere.", Brujlv commented, taking a pause from his work on the ship.

"Not above the surface, what we are looking for is beneath.", Balin said.

The Bone Maw dropped anchor. For the past two days, Balin had been studying his uncle's ship and his crew, which was composed of the strangest people the breton had laid eyes upon. He managed to make a mental list of them, which included the 9 heavily tattoed men, 10 counting with the big man. The strange purple-robed woman. A small tribe of Rieklings, which Balin numbered in 6. 3 elves which he deemed to be half-breeds of bosmer, but they looked so much like each other that he couldn't tell if that number was correct. Those were the ones he managed to look through the spyglass, but it surely wasn't the whole crew.

"Ah, I see.", Brujlv let out, turning back to his work.

Balin ordered the anchor to be dropped as well, while he prepared himself for that swim. It didn't took long until he came back, ready for the challenge.

"Thanks again, Prince. It means a lot what you are doing to count me amongst your men.", Brujlv intercepted Balin.

"You wouldn’t be thanking me if you knew how much I'm going to make you work.", the big breton joked, friendly tapping the nord on the back, "Now wish me luck."

Balin ran and jumped into the sea, carrying the bait. He saw his uncle watching and did the same moments after.