Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25808351-20170217234150/@comment-28358106-20170227221909

"The departure of our beloved little foxfire, o' course..."

Suddenly, there is a clamor from the tower. It begins ringing out a song, echoing from the giant bells within. Both hands of its hige clock face point to 12.

"...And one minute to go! If ye'll excuse me, I've got to go send me goodbyes." Blackie grabs the chain and steps back on the anchor. She looks up and yells.

"AHOY THAR! CAST OFF, MATES!  I WANNA BE RINGSIDE WHEN SHE MAKES HER EXIT!"

The anchor begins raising up into the air.