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Location: Flanders' Fields coast, CdA Date: 25 July Weather: Windy, overcast, slightly foggy Time: Noon |
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(--) Don't matta how many <3
Vasiliy is by me!
Vasiliy had spent much of his time as of late on the ship. Since the voyage north, the dark-furred Russian had spent much of each day aboard the great boat. He either crawled its holds, inspecting and getting to know each and every plank and board. The fact that the ship was both sail and oar powered was a blessing, but it also meant added maintenance, too. Oars were easier to maintain than sails, to be sure, but the dusky-furred wolf had found two oars in need of replacement. One was wood-rotten, and the other had a crack in its pole. It was only a small crack, to be sure, but Vasiliy would rather not lose an oar whilst at sea.
The sun was almost at its midpoint by the time he'd gotten back to shore. The dusky-hued wolf grabbed the two long oars and tossed them to the dock. They fell and landed with a clatter; the rotten one lost a few more chunks of its blade. Vasi climbed down from the ship, grabbed the oars, and trotted toward the shore. Despite his quickness to depart the boat, once on dry ground, the hybrid sat down abruptly, letting the oars fall to either side of him.
They were big implements, and once he was free of their weight, the dark wolf shook out his arms. He breathed outward slowly and smiled to himself as he eyed the boat, floating serenely beside the dock. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. After crawling over the oars all morning, he needed a moment to relax.
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