“Deck?” They ventured, confused as fuck. They’d only been docked for about five minutes - the sails were still unfurled and the wheel unlocked - and yet it seemed they’d already attracted undue attention. That seemed to happening far too often on this world.
“I think th’ word y’ looking for is deck–…“
❛ that was gonna be my next guess. yep, was right on the tip of my chin. ❜
ASK ANYONE under government employ: the president loves a new toy, even if it isn’t quite his. this one isn’t what he’s used to seeing, lacks the chrome finish and immaculate glasswork, but he’s excited regardless, taking in the pale spates of canvas blocking out the sky.
❛ man, they sure don’t make ‘em like they used to. you guys sing chanteys and stuff? ❜
