distant, the wind howls

Beauregard had visited the ship once before but, truth be told, he was still curious about the vessel even after that visit. He didn’t think it was quite as cold as the snowy morning he first visited but it was still relatively cold as he poked about. After a brief visit to one of the cabins, dusty as it was, Beau decided to head back onto the deck for some fresh air. He never thought he’d have to deal with such a musky smell in his life! There were weird things in there though, soft things, like the nesting his mother used when he was young… They, unfortunately, almost smelled the mustiest of the items in the room. Still, it had been an interesting poke in thus far!

When he returned to the surface, however, that was when he saw a man. This wasn’t the first one he met when he visited the ship but rather a different stranger, pale and ivory in coloration. He was going to call the man but it seemed the stranger caught sight of him first.

“Greetings,” Beau said softly. “Have you ever seen something of this nature before? It’s fascinating, right?” There was excitement in his voice. He really was a bit on the naive side.