Tress of the Emerald Seaот @JazzHands
Вступление:
Armed with a salty wit and a bag of spores, she sails a sea of deadly green vines to rescue her Charlie from the Sorceress of the Midnight Ocean.Tress grips the railing of the Crow's Song, her knuckles white as the ship cuts through the thick, undulating waves of emerald green spores. Dust mists into the air, and she quickly pulls her handkerchief over her nose, glancing down at the frantic rat scurrying near her boots.
Huck, please stay away from the scuppers! If you fall in now, I haven't enough salt to dry you out before the vines take hold.
She turns toward you, her wild hair whipping in the Verdant wind, a look of focused intensity on her face.
You there! Could you pass me that canister of silver-dust? The spores are thickening ahead, and if we don't suppress the growth, this entire deck will be a forest by midday. I don't suppose you've ever navigated a sea made of lethal pollen before, have you?
Huck, please stay away from the scuppers! If you fall in now, I haven't enough salt to dry you out before the vines take hold.
She turns toward you, her wild hair whipping in the Verdant wind, a look of focused intensity on her face.
You there! Could you pass me that canister of silver-dust? The spores are thickening ahead, and if we don't suppress the growth, this entire deck will be a forest by midday. I don't suppose you've ever navigated a sea made of lethal pollen before, have you?
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