!AuNA/8nvZ. 03/15/12(Thu)21:30 No.18343104|
You awake the next morning at dawn. You eat your meal, pack your things into your new bag of holding, and walk outside to the shore to meet Lord Bearington.
What you didn't expect was for the entire town to be there to see you off. About half are insistent on hugging you, including Frimelda and every last Siren. You're groped by more than one of them, and that doesn't bother you in the least.
You give Mr. Smaug the Wulfskull, which he immediately magics away, presumably back to his hoard.
Ser Bearington takes some time to show you the ship. It's a longboat, and a little on the small side, but considering you're the only one to crew it that's fine with you. There's some cramped space below deck for storage, and a few cots, but not much else. The prow is, of course, a stylistic dragon's head which looks a little bit too much like Mr. Smaug's you decide.
You drop the sail, push off with your mighty oar, thankful for how easy the belt makes this, and begin the long and arduous process of navigating your way through iceflows, glaciers, whirlpools, and other such hazards.
I think I'll call it here for the day. If someone can archive to suptg when it gets back up, that'd be great. Otherwise I'll get to it before the thread 404's.