dead men tell no tales

Dag grabbed his attention as she returned to the middle of the dock and his dual toned eyes looked up to his sister. Ysmir tilted his head curiously as she showed off her impressive item, uncertain of its efficacy as a weapon. Ysmir wasn’t convinced it was a weapon. He’d grown up around an ancient human establishment he had seen as many useless as useful items. He still wasn’t convinced as she swung the thing around and unintentionally hit the helm. Dark ears perked with interest as the things pun on its axis. Nothing happened, even as Dagrun lifted herself upon it and swayed back and forth. Ysmir looked around and the only thing he noticed was above them, a soft whine left his lips as he pointed to the broken mast that wiggled lightly as she moved.