Linda Savage
Linda sighs deeply as she looks to the horizon from the bow of the ship known as Leviathan. She feels slightly uncomfortable though she’s unsure if that’s due to being on a boat for the first time in years or having her arm in a splint. Either way, the discomfort doesn’t make its way onto her face. She feels no pain from the injuries sustained in some freak accident at some bar. She actually had almost forgotten how she ended up with a broken arm and a twisted ankle - the latter has healed splendidly since then. She had no doubt that she would have no recollection of the incident in the next two days and that her mind would supply a logical reason for her left arm current state. That or she would shrug her shoulders and not question how one of her arms ended up in a splint. It wasn’t like the arm was vital to her day to day function. Just super convenient.
It was to bad that she wouldn’t be able to down a bottle of rum or scotch for the next couple days though. She would be trapped on a ship with minors and she doubt they would waste space on a supply of alcoholic beverages they couldn’t touch. She needed to be sober when the docked at Las Camp anyways. It would take a couple days to reach the island since they were in a different blue but she could use that time to do something a little more useful… like practice. She was rusty and she knew that. Practicing on the ship would only do so much, but it would be enough to stretch out her limbs and get her mind back into the correct… well… mindset.
As for the group she was travelling with… well… she wasn’t sure what they would be doing whilst they made their way to the West Blue. She had only met them two, maybe three days ago and that was entirely by chance. A bunch of marines had been called into the office but by some miracle she ended up with half of the adolescent. And remembered that meeting like it was yesterday…
[Flashback Begins]
It was to bad that she wouldn’t be able to down a bottle of rum or scotch for the next couple days though. She would be trapped on a ship with minors and she doubt they would waste space on a supply of alcoholic beverages they couldn’t touch. She needed to be sober when the docked at Las Camp anyways. It would take a couple days to reach the island since they were in a different blue but she could use that time to do something a little more useful… like practice. She was rusty and she knew that. Practicing on the ship would only do so much, but it would be enough to stretch out her limbs and get her mind back into the correct… well… mindset.
As for the group she was travelling with… well… she wasn’t sure what they would be doing whilst they made their way to the West Blue. She had only met them two, maybe three days ago and that was entirely by chance. A bunch of marines had been called into the office but by some miracle she ended up with half of the adolescent. And remembered that meeting like it was yesterday…
[Flashback Begins]
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