Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-28530195-20160812021946/@comment-26517142-20160814235846

"Okay, hup hup hup hurry, there's no time to waste, Naether hours are precious."

As soon as the passengers embark, the ship roars to life. There was a seemingly deep voice from beneath the hull. A coalescion of deathgly moans sputtered from the back compartment.

Charon pulled out from the corner of the ship a long, bristled spear. She dipped it in the water, and like a man of the gondola, she used it to move the boat forward. The St. Anne's Revenge glided effortlessly across the dead river.