martime dreams - Part One

After that lovely congratulatory cheer, Ruby got all kinds tense again. But since then, has tried to mingle and minister all the to-do's. Battening down the hatches, but keeping something to pick over or quaff on deck. Gun-ports closed, things more or less tied down. Crew have been given ~the look~ if they try and sample while they should be handling their responsibilities.
A few messenger birds arrive. Ruby is busy leaning half-over the railing, tempting falling in, as she tries her best to squint through the many fathoms of ocean water to no avail. The near simulanteous way the birdies cluster puts them in a beady-eyed panic as they try and find important or colourful looking people to roost on. Messages have been tied to their funny widdle legs, no wax seals in sight, just expedience.
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