Board Thread:Off Topic/@comment-25146201-20130818004757/@comment-11457306-20130818141429

The cook must have been in his hammock, the galley was empty. She grabbed a piece of bread as she passed through. She stripped off her wet clothes in the cabin, dried off and re-dressed in the fine breeches she still carried and a light tunic. She hung up her wet things to dry. After re-packing her knapsack, removing items to lighten the load, she felt ready. She stopped at the door, an idea simmering. She turned back to pull the moonstone circlet back out of the nightstand where she'd stashed it. Somewhere in the ship was an enchanting table.