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Lots of activity on deck. The sea is finally becoming a bit more lively. Wind is blowing across the fleet. Nearly time to go into shadow. To signify the embarkation, Ruby has had table brought up and a space cleared to share drinks and a smattering of food. A particular food group of absent, because of ~issues~, there's no bread. It's a basic spread, but seeks to offer a lot of what is there and perishable before a long voyage is done. Things like grapes, oranges and lemons. Fresh fish. Cuts of meat. Cheeses.
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Ruby has dragged everyone she can to take a peek at the Bog-awful huge fleet she's amassing for the trip into the shadow. Whether by marking on Charts where to meet her with their own ship (such as the Fireheart), or calling forth via Trump teleportation.
It isn't a uniform fleet, though masses of ship types try to glom to a particular type. The tonnage may vary, but the most frequent same-same vessel belongs to trade Fleet Triskelion. A diamond formation of close to 50 ships, with more arriving in groups of three. Of particular interest are three biblically immense Arks in the middle of the ships. Ruby has been pulling out her hair to keep everyone from colliding and maintaining a course, with the slowest of the vessels being the baseline for travel. Right now, they're practically at anchor and sedate.
On the main deck of the Beast, she tries to assemble folks for a shot of rum and a chin-wag.
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