*Stops singing and turns her head, seeing Rag at the bottom of the bowsprit. Her face is completely blank, eyes shuttered.*

I would reccommend you stay there; the wood is strong enough for one, but I would not trust it for two. And I was not offended.

*Turning her back, the halfling contemplated the wavelets lapping at the ship. She did not make any other sounds, or acknowldege any other presence besides her own. As the sun set, she stood, walked back across the deck and into her cabin, ignoring the people around and the tempting smells drifting from the galley. She locked the door and no presence of life could be detected inside.*

(ooc: The thingy stickin' out of the front of the ship that the front and topsails are tied to...that is a bowsprit on the type of ship we're on. Was sitting on that tiny li'l tip part. Very dangerous due to instability and number of lashings.

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Insanity can be a becoming accessory.


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