our sins are washed away
Saiden hadn't been in the newly mapped out Rae's Fingers. Needing to get away from the press of people for a while, he'd packed a full pack of supplies with rope, a torch, food, water, and some bandages. There was a cutlass strapped to his waist and a knife belted on his other hip (along with blades hidden in his boots. Shirtless, dressed just in a pair of pants, he left a note on his hammock on the Ark.
Then he'd stolen off into the tunnels. Stopping at every intersection, he examined the markings, trying to memorize them and the new routes both. After a while he pulled out a sheet of paper and a piece of charcoal. Sketching the path he'd taken so far, he attempted to make a crude map.
Then he'd stolen off into the tunnels. Stopping at every intersection, he examined the markings, trying to memorize them and the new routes both. After a while he pulled out a sheet of paper and a piece of charcoal. Sketching the path he'd taken so far, he attempted to make a crude map.
