Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20150126212201/@comment-11457306-20150201025501

(When Oblivion freezes over, Billy.)

The small craft she was on bobbed in the water incessantly, making it difficult for her to steer with the paddles. Her arms ached, her stomach rumbled and only Nord blood kept her from freezing to death. She was at the end of her strength. Only the sight of the ship on the horizon kept her going, just as fast as she could pull the oars. She twisted her head over her shoulder every so often to make sure it was still there.

''Gods, please let them see me! And please, please, let them not be pirates!''