Baby gone byebye

The sun is low on the horrizon and the fleet still sails onward across the strange sea of unnatural water. The wind is light but constant. Cool wind with a warm tinge so welcome after long weeks of fridgid cold and ice.
Sailors are on deck in normal clothing and soaking up the realative calm while seeing to tasks such as patching sails and tending to lines. A few unlucky souls are cleaning aft, making sure the deck is clean and to the captian's liking.
Wynter is nowhere to be seen on the Beast. Infact she's not been seen for days. Over on the Ark with the children held there. Today is no exception. Those of keen sight might see her aboard the Ark's deck, watching the Beast.
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