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       Upon The Thassa
   DIR By: High Captain Song
       Date: June 1, 2023, 10:19 pm
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       -- High Captain Song --
       -=Thassa=-
       Is sailing the green waters of the Thassa
       says to ALL: The Thassa is difficult to travel upon, even with
       sunny skies and light winds, so treacherous are the sudden
       changes in its currents. But for one used to navigating the
       treacherous waters of the North, it is easier, if not quite
       easy. I've barely been a Captain for a year, but I've progressed
       rapidly. It helped that, like most Northmen, I trained in many
       crafts before I decided to be a Skald, and I first began my
       travels by working as a sailor for free passage to the places I
       dreamed of seeing as a young lad listening to other singers and
       poets telling taless of where they had been. Now I had tales of
       my own to tell and a ship of my own to carry me. But there is
       some difference in captaining a ship and crewing it.
       Still, I knew most of the jobs that needed doing and I had
       earned by crew's respect by not being too proud to do what
       needed doing. When strong hands were needed to pull a rope, I
       burned my hands gripping it as they did. Someday I might manage
       to get to where my First Mate Pike would let me take the wheel
       further north than Lydius without standing ready to take over
       lest some sudden iceberg emerge in front of the ship or a Kraken
       emerge. Of course I don't believe those tales of giant beasts
       with many arms grabbing ships. Gor is full of many wonders, most
       of them horrible, but surely if such a beast existed, it would
       leave no survivors to tell tales of them existing or would leave
       corpses washed up on the beaches? Ah, but when did logic ever
       get in the way of a good legend?
       "Think you she'll hold until we reach our port?" I ask Pike
       conversationally. The old salt bites his lip as he considers
       this before answering. "If the weather were to hold, I'd say so,
       Captain, but my ankle's starting to twitch. There's a storm
       coming and we'd do well to put ashore a bit and do some quick
       repairs before we're stuck bailing the hold."  I sigh. Even the
       best of ships will leak in time, and you can only do so much
       with pitch at sea.
       "That means putting in at Port Kar. And you know how Mal will
       feel about that."  Pike merely nods, his expression as stoic as
       ever before I add, "I'll be the one to break it to her." Relief
       passes over the old salt's grizzled face. He may love my
       co-captain like a daughter and give her merry hell about things
       in a way few others would dare. Yet even he knows better than to
       raise that subject around her.
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