Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26446054-20150911204049/@comment-26446054-20150913085132

Cyrnin sighed, looking hopelessly at Sandcloak. It was best to just give up, and fight the bastards. But Cyrnin had an idea and he snuck away into the lower part of the ship and gently swam through water and climbed up the rear of the battleship, a soldier's elbows resting on the wood above him. It was a start.