Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-12599067-20131124143109/@comment-11457306-20131127051822

(Good enough.)

Peri's arms are strained to the max, tendons straining as she tries to hold on to Paris and keep them both anchored to the ship. Barrels roll and crates slide across the deck. The crewmen scream as they hold on--some not making it and joining Mak over the side. The noise and the wind are deafening. Peri closed her eyes and hung on with all her might while Paris screamed.