Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20160720133828/@comment-5543592-20160726003046

Psychomantis108 wrote: "That makes two of us." Struthers agreed, with an exhausted sigh. (I think I will just find a boat for us. Rowan can have pirates attack us or something on the high seas then.)

It was some point as they traveled along the coast, that Steven pointed something out, high up on the beach, likely pushed there by extensive tides. It probably had washed up only recently.

"Look." The something in question was a small craft, but easily large enough to comfortably three people. It's cockpit was two benches facing each other, a long tiller than extended over a wide square shaped stern that connected back to a enlongated but powerful rudder. It had one mast, with lines enough for two sails, a main and jib. A seasoned sailor would've recognized it as sailing dinghy, or Flying Scot.

Steven's find immediately had two problems. The ship lacked sails, it's lines were ruined beyond recognition, and the hull needed some serious waxing. Aside from the scum and spider webs on it, the vessal hadn't aged a day, as the entire thing was made of plexi-glass and steel, so it was most likely sea worthy.

"That looks promising, I guess."