Post by Merry Lochs on Apr 20, 2012 20:05:58 GMT -6
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MERRY LOCHS
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✘ DESIRED BLUE: NORTH
✘ TRAVEL POST:
Merry gripped the ropes holding his little raft together. Wood and rope was all it really took to call something a "boat" or "Sea worthy". He didn't have oars, or sails. Two days were a long time to travel and he likely had a a great deal longer to go before he hit any land where the people were respectable enough to offer a fishman a ride. Which usually meant not respectable at all. Merry wanted some damn respect, was it too much to ask? He redid a few knots to make sure the raft didn't fall apart at the sight of the next big wave. Then with a huff he dived into the sea.
His gills pulsed at the thrill of being under the sea once more. A quiet calm settled over Merry. The water's pressure over his skin, it felt right. He glanced up, the light overhead blocked out by his own raft. Swimming over, Merry gripped his own raft and began to swim.
Oars would slow him down. Sails seemed a bit pointless for something as simple as a raft. Merry was strong, and he was fast under the water. Swimming was perfect for his journey, even if it was a bit longer than was recommended... or safe. All the same, he was tired of the East blue for now.
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