dead men tell no tales

With his head tilted curiously Ysmir watched as Dagrun spun the wheel and the mast turned almost in slow motion. The ancient wood creaked and cracked as the tattered sails trailed behind to the crashing climax. His dual toned eyes widened and his joints bent as he prepared to run in case of a cave in but even as the sound of his sister’s paws quieted there didn’t seem to be any instability. Both of their attention was then led to the sound of water as they quieted, Dag spoke plainly, revealing her emotions just the same as his. This cave was crazy, and he wanted to spend more time exploring and looking but he also didn’t want to drown. He gave his sister a short nod and allowed her to lead both of them back to above sea level.