Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins
There’d already been a pre-established idea of the adventure today: to sail beyond the known, the understood, the comprehended waves. Easily compelled into these ideals, the youth had wholeheartedly proclaimed her intent. Though she’d only sailed one season, the honeybee youth could concur wildly – the taste for adventure already scorching past her temper, riding along the undulating waves. To see what few had seen. To embark upon a journey few had noted. To discover exciting or treacherous wares. And then make it back safely – a worthy goal, but enough of an aspiration to not nettle and warp her bones.
So Melita applied herself as best she could with what she understood the most – manning her station, rigging lines accordingly, checking over the cannons, and their munition supplies. She had no intention of a repeat of last time – where she’d been burned, where her own favored weaponry had bit back, or of disrupting any potential necessity for attack. One less trial, one less tribulation, in the pursuit of preparation (something this world had taught her; because sometimes there was no use for impulsivity). She'd embark in favor of any other necessities required or orders barked.
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Into the unknown! Melita attempts to prepare the cannons and anything else needed.
So Melita applied herself as best she could with what she understood the most – manning her station, rigging lines accordingly, checking over the cannons, and their munition supplies. She had no intention of a repeat of last time – where she’d been burned, where her own favored weaponry had bit back, or of disrupting any potential necessity for attack. One less trial, one less tribulation, in the pursuit of preparation (something this world had taught her; because sometimes there was no use for impulsivity). She'd embark in favor of any other necessities required or orders barked.
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Into the unknown! Melita attempts to prepare the cannons and anything else needed.
Melita
