there will be scrapes and sutures; viciousness and victory
Ronin doesn't quite know how he got here. He'd been strolling down towards the beach after a day of shopping at the market stalls, intending to enjoy the sand between his toes and a sea breeze in his hair before heading back to the Greatwood or Stormbreak (he's not sure which it will be just yet). But as the moon starts to rise and the stars peep out, there's a commotion along the port and he finds himself watching a ship drift in with black smoke billowing up from its sails.
The fire is out already, apparently, but the ship is starting to take on water from a cannonball to the hull, and the stock needs to be rescued from inside. Said stock happens to be crates of heavy somethings, and before the Huntsman can utter a do you know who I am? (as if he would), he's been corralled into joining the rescue.
Luckily for him, he's more than capable. Less lucky, it's not easy to navigate the interior of a ship, and for this particularly large crate, he'll need a helping hand.
The fire is out already, apparently, but the ship is starting to take on water from a cannonball to the hull, and the stock needs to be rescued from inside. Said stock happens to be crates of heavy somethings, and before the Huntsman can utter a do you know who I am? (as if he would), he's been corralled into joining the rescue.
Luckily for him, he's more than capable. Less lucky, it's not easy to navigate the interior of a ship, and for this particularly large crate, he'll need a helping hand.
RONIN
