Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
LongNight was still a ways off, but her crew was getting antsy, restless, and reckless. So she did what any seasoned captain does when their sailors are being rowdy: she put them to work. It wasn't anything particularly taxing or strenuous, just enough to keep them busy and out of trouble for the next few days. They were excited for the two week break, the time they would spend drinking and partying through the underbelly of the Grounds until the sun rose again. However, that 'break' meant there would be little opportunity to attain loot, let along food for the time they were stuck in port. That meant stocking the ship to the brim with non-perishable foods, oil and matches, and various other items that would be unavailable; and that meant loading the goods with pure manpower.
A few mumbled and grumbled about the work, but the sharp blue dagger of Thal's glare had the sounds silencing, a quiet resignation forming in the rhythm of their onload. It helped that she was right there next to them, black horns catching the sunlight like glass as she carried the weight of someone larger and stronger. The gruff men always stepped out of her way despite her shorter stature, dark hair flicking behind her to wave off any considered offers of assistance - but they knew better at this point.
After placing another crate onboard, she walked down the brow, adjusting her long dark sleeves against the biting cold of the ocean. Her tail flicked slowly behind her as she surveyed the docks, watching for trouble or slacking figures.
A few mumbled and grumbled about the work, but the sharp blue dagger of Thal's glare had the sounds silencing, a quiet resignation forming in the rhythm of their onload. It helped that she was right there next to them, black horns catching the sunlight like glass as she carried the weight of someone larger and stronger. The gruff men always stepped out of her way despite her shorter stature, dark hair flicking behind her to wave off any considered offers of assistance - but they knew better at this point.
After placing another crate onboard, she walked down the brow, adjusting her long dark sleeves against the biting cold of the ocean. Her tail flicked slowly behind her as she surveyed the docks, watching for trouble or slacking figures.
