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[hellburner]

SAILORS WANTED

I'm looking for a few willing and able individuals, a worthwhile crew for the greatest ship ever built. Inquire onboard the ship currently in the port.

[Those of you out and about Prospero's port may notice a new addition. One in the form of a tremendous galleon, in excellent shape despite looking like it's from circa the 1500s.]

[For those of you knowing a bit of history, you may recognize it as Francis Drake's Golden Hind.]

[Let me repeat that. The fucking Golden Hind is docked in Prospero.]

[On the deck, leaning back in a chair and enjoying the weather in sunglasses? Your friendly neighborhood dragon, of course! Arms folded behind her head, feet up on a table next to a bottle of rum and a radio blasting some suspiciously appropriate music for damn near half the city to hear.]

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[hellburner]

[And sitting on the railing, tilting her sunglasses up over her forehead and grinning like a shark, would be one neon pink Rider.]

What do you think, kid?

[caliberill]

[Staring up with wide eyes, Nate is crap with hiding his excitement. His hands lift up and down as he tries to find words; he's pacing up and down, looking at every detail, remembering everything he knows about this ship, its owner... He can't keep his it.]

This is- it's-!

[A breath and he stops walking finally, looking to Drake with a giant grin.] Amazing doesn't even cover half of it.

[hellburner]

Why don't you quit staring and come aboard, sailor?

[caliberill]

I- coming up, then!

[And like a kid, he's running up that ramp and onto the boat.] This is amazing! You know - I drew pictures of this thing all the time as a kid, but seeing it is.. It's breath-taking, Drake.

[hellburner]

Nothin' in the world quite like my girl here, hm?

[caliberill]

Never has been, as far as I've seen.

[Just don't mind him running a hand over the railing as he walks the deck. He even pulls out his journal with the drawings of the boat and all things Drake related, just comparing, finding sentiment in it.] This is really happening..

[hellburner]

Hm? What's that?

[An ahoge is peering over your shoulder at dat journal, Nate.]

[caliberill]

[See, that'd startle him but he's grown used to it already - he does try to get the journal away from her though, if only because it's impulse.]

Ah! Just... a few drawings?

[hellburner]

Eeeeeeh? Let me see, let me see~

[Nate, she will climb on your back like a neon pink koala to get at it.]

[caliberill]

[... Please don't do that. Shifting, Nate turns to her, offers the journal.]

Uh, here - they're just.. little things.

[hellburner]

[She took it and started flipping through the pages with what was clearly the most scholarly and analytical face ever to be seen in Prospero.]

[caliberill]

[Francis Drake is looking at his drawings. Oh god, why does he feel like a child watching a parent judge his work what is this HOW IS THIS EVEN]

So.. what do you think?