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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Dark_Jackalope" data-source="post: 2964380" data-attributes="member: 41706">The captain blinked a bit blearily at Doral, and turned his gaze back to the choppy seas, and thin grey fog that meshed smoothly into the patchily clouded sky.  Taking this to mean he could continue to converse if he so chose, the half-elf began to inquire about the workings of the ship’s steering and its wheel.Sighing lightly, Gorbrekken swung his head slowly in Doral’s direction, and grunted, “Wilsbree a‘ready explain’d it the Carver.  Jus’ ask him ‘bout it, fair?”Unperturbed, after a momentary pause Doral continued chattily,The unenthusiastic captain replied only by ignoring him, as he stared towards the northeastern horizon.  Another minute went by with only the sloshing of darkened wave-foam, and then the beguiler made one last attempt:The harried captain stood up suddenly, and turned fully to face the half-elf, and nearly let out an angry word before biting back his lip.  He then said, in a somewhat forced calm,“Lis’n.  Ah’ve been at sea fer many, many years.  I’m used tah a lonely night’s shift.  So why don’ you jus’ pester them yerself come mornin’?”  He then looked at Doral, and seemingly realized he’d snapped too quickly.  “Any’ow… those dwarves in’t sayin’ anythin’.”  He smiled for the first time in their conversation.  “B’lieve me… I tried all dinn’r long.”  Before the beguiler could reply, Gorbrekken turned back to the wheel, now standing tall and officially.  “G’night, Doral,” he said simply.________________________________As the last of passengers settled into sleep or solitary activity to pass time, the Thresher plowed on, pushing its hasty way through the cold grey waters.  The cliffs to the east had long since fallen away below the horizon, and out on the open gulf, a constant and freezing wind sliced down from the northwest.  Eventually, a timid glow of sunlight crept above the waves to the east, revealing a craggy bluish-grey mountain rising from the fog.  As the sun broke, the clouds thinned, uncovering a sky of watery pinks and yellows fighting the night into the west.  The mountain became a large, rock island sitting silently in the water at their starboard side, the only sign of land in the gulf.Systematically, the crew awoke and went about their work without comment.  No one disturbed the guests who remained in their quarters, however; the breakfast bell would not sound for a few more hours.________________________________[sblock="The Voyage Thus Far (Map)"]<img src="http://i21.photobucket.com/albums/b268/Dark_Jackalope/ferryday2.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " data-size="" style="" />[/sblock]</blockquote>

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