We Could Play Pirates.

Aresenn carefully guided Absinth through the twisting and turning passages of the cavern, their paws barely making a sound against the damp, moss-covered ground. The air was thick with the sharp tang of saltwater and the musty scent of decaying wood. As they reached a final bend in the cave, the sight of the grounded ship loomed before them, its colossal form casting a shadow over their small figures. The worn planks were weathered and splintered, evidence of years spent battling the unforgiving tides. The ship, once a proud and fearsome vessel that had sailed through treacherous oceans and encountered countless adventures, now lay motionless in the harbor. Its once-billowing sails hung limply from the mast, tattered and forlorn. Sun-bleached wood creaked and groaned under the weight of time, each plank telling a story of its own.  Without question or invitation, he made his way up the gangplank and onto the deck, his gaze wandering over the intricate details of the ship's exterior before turning to face Absinth- his amber gaze settling on her in the dim lighting. He’d seen it all before. He wasn’t impressed.

Giving her a moment to take in the surroundings, he cleared his throat to speak. “This is the ship of Pirate’s Plunder- or was. They have made themselves into something different now. This part of the old territory obviously abandoned now … or once again abandoned rather.” It was a half-hearted explanation- words to just fill the silence. It meant little to him, but if she was interested in where he had come from. Well, this was a good start.

"Aresenn Praetor"