Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5824038-20141217155427/@comment-25038310-20150201202305

Sander exited his cabin, after a long while of thinking and pondering over recent events.

He had no trouble keeping his balance, and held his tricorn so that the wind would't blow off by the wind.

"Oi Woody," He said, holding the side of the ship. "What are your toughts on this 'Wraith'?" He asked, nearly yelling so that he could be abit understandable.