You Can't Go Home Again

It's a bit of a shame that night is not long in coming, as daylight could shine more illumination on more points of interest. There's still enough to navigate by though, for the time being. With the efforts completed and still underway to mitigate the trouble of that last realm, the fleet coasts along at a stately pace as the moon dramatically rises. Ruby goes to the rail and peers at the calderas protruding from the sea. "Some femme or bloke's luck must be with us. We fill a lot 'o 'orizon with these sails." She tries to judge the distances between the trio of islands and barks for a course correction. "Need timely depth soundins! Make sure those 'oles plugged. Damage reports quick as you please!"

A welcomed change with the change of scenery is a noteable vitality returning to the weary sailors of the ships. It's trickling, but gaining momentum. Whether it will reverse the years added onto some sailors is too soon to say. Efforts made to rouse and keep people on their toes seems to have made a huge impact on those specific women and men. Crews that didn't have the mercy of such measures labour under a persistent fog that dogs them.
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