
The sky is mottled grey and tinged with the shadow's hidden sunlight in the thinner spot. But it is conspicuously windowless and remains so as the fleet recomposes itself out of the straggling bands which return, some with prizes in tow. The make-up is decidedly altered now, not only due to all the new battle scars. These new acquisitons are being hastily outfitted with enough crew to be functional through the shifting.
Merrisol is returned to the Beast for a conference, after dumping a few buckets of sea water over himself to get presentable. Ruby is still off inspecting ship readiness, so he walks the relatively undamaged Beast's deck, frowning moodily down off the battle high.
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