Scotley
Hero
What ever you might have been expecting, the result is initially disappointing. The lamps are lit, the crew sings and Nac'Losin makes her way about the ship with a foul smelling incense swinging. The men stand tense and ready for 10 minutes or so. Then just as people are starting to convince themselves that there is no danger, Michaela's nose wrinkles at a strange smell, a mix of grave, tomb and salt. The air takes on a noticeable chill on the quarter deck...