Loot Ahoy!

Some good and proper sailing is what the fleet is doing. A strong wind is helping to speed the vessels along, and the seas have high swells. Elements such as this provide a rocking motion to the deck of the Beast. The current shadow remains static and unchanging as the power of the pattern is not utiltized, but forward momentum is maintained. Upkeep and other sundry duties are engaged in.
There is a measure of disquiet among some of the crew. The oldest saltiest sailors have taken to sniffing at the eldritch air of this realm and mutter about confusing signs and signals from the weather. An acrid quality, but no sign of smoke. Atmospheric qualities here bend light into strange auroras and anti-rainbow gloomhoops. The sea that the fleet passes through is a murky looking and grey, where occasional limp shapes are sometimes perceived. if one were to guess how it would taste by sight alone, that would be ~metallic~.

Ruby has called for the chart table to be affixed to the deck by its legs, with bumpers set up on the longest lable lengths. Now it looks like a pool table, minus the felt. A number of objects unclaimed from the recent fight are collected there to wobble to and fro with the tilt of the deck. Ruby stares at some of them, and pokes at others with the tip of her kukri.
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