Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160720133828/@comment-25828117-20160813140518

The man frowned as he looked at the shotgun.

"There's some dried blood on the barrel still..."

The waves made the ducky-sailboat bob across the waves, the boat was about to sail straight into the wind and needed adjusting.

The ocean was still pretty calm so far, and the coast of Peal Island was still quite a bit in view.