February 19, 2016, 03:19 PM
(This post was last modified: February 19, 2016, 03:20 PM by Ferahgo.)
Ferahgo adored his ship and it had all he could want for on it, but he frequently went ashore to see that it was not moored in troubled waters. Had he a first mate, he would have called upon him to scout for him and to bring him back the rutters, but all he had for now was a squabble of men and wenches. None did he trust with something as important as keeping tabs on the crew's surroundings. So, down the coast he tread, bone-colored eyes sweeping the shores for anything of interest while his nose intermittently sampled the sand for new tracks.
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run a shot across the bow - by Ferahgo - February 19, 2016, 03:19 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Erzsébet - February 19, 2016, 07:48 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Ferahgo - February 21, 2016, 01:16 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Erzsébet - February 21, 2016, 02:10 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Ferahgo - February 21, 2016, 08:00 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Erzsébet - February 21, 2016, 09:56 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Ferahgo - February 22, 2016, 03:16 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Erzsébet - February 22, 2016, 09:01 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Ferahgo - February 23, 2016, 02:59 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Erzsébet - February 23, 2016, 03:19 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Ferahgo - February 23, 2016, 03:46 PM
RE: run a shot across the bow - by Erzsébet - February 23, 2016, 04:53 PM