Even when he was alive, Wellard never took a tan from the sun on his pale skin.
It is certainly not the sun now, as he moves through the rigging to the mast and mizzen. Carefully, now- as the wind is
("She loves a stiff breeze." "-a bit more than a stiff breeze.")
-picking up. Wellard frowns, looking up and scanning the whole horizon. To the south east, there is a rising darkness that was not there a few minutes ago-
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Date: 2006-08-07 10:32 pm (UTC)It is certainly not the sun now, as he moves through the rigging to the mast and mizzen. Carefully, now- as the wind is
("She loves a stiff breeze." "-a bit more than a stiff breeze.")
-picking up. Wellard frowns, looking up and scanning the whole horizon. To the south east, there is a rising darkness that was not there a few minutes ago-
A storm, rising fast. A rather big one.
"Captain! Mr Kennedy! Storm sighted, East- sou'east!"