Life is tough my darling, but so are you.
The Marauder was docked at Jack Tar Landing for the Deepfrost season with few plans to travel. This time of year was not kind to ships on the water. If The Marauder could fly, she would be more than happy to continue her pirating escapades, but the choppy waves didn't really give her an option. Instead, Thal and her crew had to spend the colder months docked like hibernating grizzlies, waiting for the weather to warm and allow them to begin their cycle of violence again.
Stepping up to the edge of the dock, she turned to look at the ship. The small frigate was built for speed, its sleek hull and large sails helping it fly across the water easily. Despite the artistry of its structure, the damage of the plummeting moon months before had taken a toll on it. Large sections of mismatched wood had served to patch the damages done by the falling debris, interrupting the beauty of the ship.
Thal frowned at the sad sight and decided to take advantage of the decorating mood that everyone seemed to be in. Stalking to the nearby market, she gathered a bundle of supplies, including a new can of black paint and small baubles. She hadn't treated her ship with proper TLC recently and a small amount of shame caused her to place a gentle hand on her hull. "Let's get you looking pretty for the new season." Grabbing a paintbrush, Thal got to work.
Stepping up to the edge of the dock, she turned to look at the ship. The small frigate was built for speed, its sleek hull and large sails helping it fly across the water easily. Despite the artistry of its structure, the damage of the plummeting moon months before had taken a toll on it. Large sections of mismatched wood had served to patch the damages done by the falling debris, interrupting the beauty of the ship.
Thal frowned at the sad sight and decided to take advantage of the decorating mood that everyone seemed to be in. Stalking to the nearby market, she gathered a bundle of supplies, including a new can of black paint and small baubles. She hadn't treated her ship with proper TLC recently and a small amount of shame caused her to place a gentle hand on her hull. "Let's get you looking pretty for the new season." Grabbing a paintbrush, Thal got to work.
Thalassa
