Groaning slightly, her mouth still tasting like seawater, Jade tied up her still-damp hair in a rough ponytail. It felt like an eternity since their motley crew had left Emberhold, and so far the trip had been nothing but trouble.
Nearly getting left behind and the voting fiasco gave way to the Northern Fleet, the Thauin attack, and last but certainly not least the massive storm which had left them beached with a cracked keel on some random island. Jade was no shipwright, but even she knew that if the keel broke the ship was only so much timber and sails. At least the rest of the Caelin’s Hand was more or less fine, due in no small part to its diligent crew of ghostly sailors. No thanks to us, she thought.
At any rate, Jade was getting very tired of sitting around watching some phantoms piece the boat back together. Mumbling “I’ll be back in a bit,” to no one in particular, she got up and started heading to where the weedy kid with the rapier had wandered off to. Maybe he’d found something interesting. (@Winterstorm345)