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Location: Flanders' Fields coast, CdA Date: 7 July* (forward-dated) Weather: Clear, windy, warm Time: Mid-morning |
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Jerome, pNPC |
See here for information about the trade voyage!
Vasiliy is by me!
It was a beautiful boat.
The dark-furred Russian stood on the shore and gazed out at her with adoring eyes. Though the ocean-crossing vessel that had carried him across the Atlantic dwarfed this ship in size, her construction and repairs were newer, her paint fresher, her sails neater and more tidy. Better than sails, there were oars, too, something Vasiliy sorely wished the ocean-boat had possessed. They might have sped his journey along by some weeks.
It was no use thinking of that particular ship, however, when such a lovely one was before his eyes. He itched to swim out, but he knew the boat was coming: he'd howled for Thomas to bring him over. The dark-furred wolf was now ranked higher than the other male, but Vasi hadn't used any tone of authority in his throaty howl: he was not the sort to lord over others. He saw the boat being lowered into the water, and watched as a dark figure scurried down the rope ladder and into the little rowboat.
It would be a few moments before Jerome landed the little boat, so Vasiliy rolled himself a cigarette and smoked on it, contemplating the distant ship and its pale sails. He smiled toothily, the dark tip of his tail wagging back and forth.
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