tide up with work

Time has stopped before us The sky cannot ignore us The navigation portions made sense; Deimos was no sailor, but if it was a more feasible route for ships for wherever they chose to unload and make port, it was understandable that they’d all meander their way through these waters. So while Sunjata peered, the Sword studied the incoming dolphins. Maybe they were enticed by the passing ships? He’d heard enough stories about the mischievous creatures to know they could be either friendly or antagonistic, and it was difficult to see from on up high if they had either intention. Except when there appeared to be a cloud billowing and forming below – right above the group of dolphins, and a small merchant ship innocently treading through the currents. If a thunderbird had brows, his would’ve been furrowed. The encantados…do you think we should interfere? the Resurrected Sword No one can separate us For we are all that is left