Setting Sail
About ten thousand tonnes of ancient rusting metal, paint peeling and blistering like a bad sun burn. What was this incredible structure and how did it got here the beast could not explain however he realized immediately that the structure was an old timer, a veteran, maybe even older than his grand-grandparents! Massive pads brought him closer, taking a deep breath in its proximity, familiarizing himself with it, and to his surprise the old planks retained the odour of the fish which became soon nauseating. The ground was wet and cold and freshly dusted with white. Laying sprawled in the snowy earth was the best making his way upon the deck, a thin sheen of frost coating his form. He was not old, no more than yearling, maybe a young adult at first glance due to his muscles rippling underneath his soft, thin tissues of skin. Ashen hair thread slithered in the frigid wind, moving snakelike on his scalp, the liquid color familiar to his tendrils fell into a degrade of darker colors, reaching dark navy blue and even black towards the last bottom half of his body. His auditory system soon flickered, rotating themselves towards the source of the sound. Speech
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