Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-768817-20140819022716/@comment-11457306-20140823200343

Obviously a storm was coming. A big sailor with stripes of war paint across his face was strapping down crates and she could feel the ship rise and fall sharply. She was panicked. If he strapped her crate down she would be trapped. She waited for his back to be turned and then shoved the lid off and climbed out quickly. Only she was not used to walking in a moving ship and she lost her balance and fell on her back at his feet with an 'oof' as the air left her lungs in a rush.