Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-10906938-20140628034226/@comment-10906938-20140629024850

(Anyone seen Monuments Men?)

The ghost ship drew nearer. They didn't seem to be going for the more concrete vessel. They didn't seem to even ackgnowledge them. Inside the longboat were men and women clade in crude iron armor and tools. There was suddenly a great clamor (or clamour, depending on who you ask.) and orders were shouted in a guttural, long-dead language. The crew still kept it together better than Daal's men, but it was obvious they were in great distress. Out of nowhere, a great impact smashed a few timbers and pushed the boat sidelong. The screaming wind seemed not as much personification now. It was as if the howling came from things with great velocity, some passing very close to the ship. One on board, seemingly the captain, hefted a huge axe and swung it with all his might at something less than visible. There was a sound so loud it drown out the waves and his axe was sent skittering across the deck. One unfortunate oarsmen was suddenly without a head, and the ethereal ship was taking an immense bashing.