The weather here in the north was already frigid, the snow, ice, and wind bursting past her short coat and making young Sucre wish that she had something to wrap around her body to become warm. Thankfully she did have help from her young companions, a pair of macaroni penguins who helped shield her from some of the wind as they walked toward the great vessel encased in the snow and ice. Sucre’s green gaze flicked up to it, interested in what secrets it might hold. It looked cold and sad here, ice formed all along its length as the small of salt water wafted toward her from the ocean beyond the ship. Snow crunched under paw, giving way to the small cat’s frame with each step.
They would reach the way up to the ship, a boarding dock made of a mix of metal and wood. The wood smelled awful, long since rotted out from being waterbound for so long. Sucre took a step onto it, noticing how the wood felt damp and swollen. Her nose wrinkled with disgust, a glance given back to her companions. “What is this thing…?” She finally asked them. She had wanted to go check it out, and they agreed, but she had no idea what the great vessel before her was. It was Anna, the older of the penguins, who answered her.
“A ship, a massive den home to a large group of creatures that moved across the ocean together. But they’re no longer here, leaving just the ship behind.” She explained. She would waddle up past Sucre, waving a flipper for the cat to follow. “Come on, let's get to the deck!” The penguin urged. Sucre would follow after her, curious to see what else the ship had to offer.
