A Falcons Will [10:45 PM 01/08/04 GMT]
The creaks of wood become softer as your as yet unnamed ship breaks itself in the smell of weak varnish is still in the cabins and the ambiance is set with a few soft torches The remanants of the iron ore you obtained lies in the corner occasional heavy waves break high on the starboard side sending lumps rolling across the floor like the grim end to a guilotined criminal
