the sea's blessing - Part Three

Ruby rises and helps Wynter up with her after that spectacular water-blob cushion arcanis. The chill of it is remarkable as well and she's dripping cold water. Thank goodness for sea smoochins and blood of Yarrr running through the veins. Blinking away the water she takes stock of the larger glassy looking area. The strange warehouses, ridiculous ship varients, and the cables snaking towards chisled holes in the sides of the buildings or vessels. "I don't like this place." Far off down the Pier is that steel dreadnaught with the portal artifact reno in its side. And more snek cables that are way thicc. "Alroight, so this isn't comfortin in tha slightest. I don't see any 'ostiles, but they must 'ave come from somewhere." She wipes a trickle of blood from her nostrils where some burst capillaries happened prior to the sea's smoochins.

The assortment of ships incased in ice and moored at the Docks really is dramatic. Some do look fresh out of a book of Fables. If Shadow happened to cough up a buffet of what's cheerfully sailing through all those echoes of reality, it looks like this would be a nice cross section. The ice might be making chronological estimates difficult, as the substance is a rather effective means of stasis. But something or someone certainly didn't crash them into the Port as they're all at anchor in an Orderly manner. There is damage here and there, however. Evidence of scoring that could come from cannon or ballista, greek fire or cross-shadow science. A penal Port for pilfered prizes? A hidden horde of flash-frozen haul?
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