Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25146201-20140304204632/@comment-11457306-20140306042948

Daria climbed upward toward the outside. She found the main hatch standing open. She was tempted to bar it or block it as she exited the lower decks, but decided that would leave a clue as to where she had gone. So she left it standing open and went to seek her refuge.

The fresh air felt strange and she jumped as a shadow passed over her. She looked up to see birds flying overhead. She felt strange, fearful, as she looked out over the open sea. It was too...open. It made her dizzy. She'd been inside for so long. Her short trips outside had always been within tall walls. She lowered her eyes to the deck to keep from falling over from vertigo.

The masts were broken, the crow's nest gone, the wheelhouse smashed. She could see what had happened now--they had grounded on a huge rock--the top of a mountain actually, whose tip stuck out of the water. The bow of the ship was stuck in a crevice.

She looked at one of the masts which lay across the deck, the sails still wound around it, and had an idea.

(Good night!)