*Corin, Dean, Felix, Jasin, Tyra, Zaria, and Zulo arrive from In the Deep*
"Loose the sails! I don't want to run aground!" Tyra shouted to her crew, eyeing the water ahead of them with a practiced eye. It looked like it leveled out rather smoothly, no sign of reefs or deadheads. Still, she didn't want to run too far up the beach. She glanced at the beach. Tide was coming in; they'd want to land soon. Otherwise, when they intended to leave, they'd get stranded until the tide came in all the way.
"Hawk! Feather! Keep an eye on those waters! I need to know how close I can get to the beach! If we can avoid having to wade to show, it'll be easier when we return with our prizes!"
The sound of the beach crunching under the hull of her ship was a welcome sound and Tyra breathed a sigh of relief. They'd done it. They sailed across the sea to arrive on this foreign continent. The ship had survived, and she hadn't lost any of her crew to sickness, hunger, or the sea. She patted the tiller. "Good girl," she whispered, relaxing against the rail. Eventually she'd have to start splitting the crew up into who was going ashore and who was staying aboard, as well as assigning specific jobs to each member, but for now, she'd enjoy the feeling of making landfall. The sea was a fickle mistress, and she was glad they'd traversed it safely.
"Loose the sails! I don't want to run aground!" Tyra shouted to her crew, eyeing the water ahead of them with a practiced eye. It looked like it leveled out rather smoothly, no sign of reefs or deadheads. Still, she didn't want to run too far up the beach. She glanced at the beach. Tide was coming in; they'd want to land soon. Otherwise, when they intended to leave, they'd get stranded until the tide came in all the way.
"Hawk! Feather! Keep an eye on those waters! I need to know how close I can get to the beach! If we can avoid having to wade to show, it'll be easier when we return with our prizes!"
The sound of the beach crunching under the hull of her ship was a welcome sound and Tyra breathed a sigh of relief. They'd done it. They sailed across the sea to arrive on this foreign continent. The ship had survived, and she hadn't lost any of her crew to sickness, hunger, or the sea. She patted the tiller. "Good girl," she whispered, relaxing against the rail. Eventually she'd have to start splitting the crew up into who was going ashore and who was staying aboard, as well as assigning specific jobs to each member, but for now, she'd enjoy the feeling of making landfall. The sea was a fickle mistress, and she was glad they'd traversed it safely.


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