Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-13615389-20150107015641/@comment-13615389-20150107015704

Cyrus looked out the large window behind his desk in his quarters, having a sip of rum while doing so. Once the wreck of the Shard was completely submerged, and out of sight, he went back to the table in the middle of his room, looking over his map. He put a finger on a particular area West of Stros M'Kai, where they fought the Shard. They went North afterwards, and judging by the ship's speed, and how long it'd been since they retreated from the Lady, he was able to pinpoint just exactly where they were, which wasn't that far from the battleground. He looked back over the sea, as if considering something, before taking another sip from his glass, and setting it down onto his desk.

Brugo, taking a break from the sailors on deck, went down below the ship for a moment, simply yelled, "Oi, Brownbeak! We're a bit busy up 'ere, why don't you feed the kid?!" There was no response for a moment, but then an irritated sigh was heard. "I'll assume that means you'll do it." Brugo muttered, before going back to the others.