Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140302023456/@comment-25146201-20140302025538

The Seraphim made its way through the sea, just south of Black Marsh. It made surprisingly fast progress, considering how large it was. It was a cloudless, sunny day, and the wind was coperative, though storm clouds could be seen creeping up on the ship in the distance. It would a happy day for some, and a sad day for others. A day that marked death for the ones destined for the block, and a day that marked freedom for the others, destined for release. The sailors sung a cheery song in their deep, baritone voices. The quartermaster inspected the main deck, shouting orders at the sailors to prepare for the oncoming storm. Some of the men being transported had come up for some air. Unaware of the weeping prisoners far below deck, awaiting execution.