Board Thread:Role Plays (AU)/@comment-13427943-20160403073608/@comment-24416658-20160409024212

"Morning, cap'n!" Seiriol's voice called out from her hammock, which she had decided to situate between two of the masts, hanging precariously in the air about 15 feet above the deck. Yawning, she rolled off, hurtling towards the deck.

Almost right after she left, she opened her arms, a small flap of canvas on each side of her between her arms and legs. She laughed, feeling herself fly around the ship a bit before landing.

"I'm gonna be honest," she said, heading to her station as navigator, "I'm never getting tired of that."

(I tried to bring something like her weapon in. Too much?)