Wednesday, February 3, 2010

sitting on the forecastle

As the crew moved about, Beranhond, Having little useful to offer the situation moved to the forecastle, out of the way of Darvin, the crew, and Greg who was the helmsmen on watch.
As the ship drew closer he heard the crew calling out that it was from the nation of Latan, a nation of which he knew very little.

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