Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-30655593-20170828225704/@comment-30014014-20170903003211

(Stowaway, got it)

Rowing as the boat was, sideways on the boat's hull was a man. His frame was currently coated in a blue pattern of hexagones, leaving to imagination as to how he looked like. The bitter cold of the waters splash against his body, but he seems to ignore it. Rather, he needed not to worry about it.

"Not the best way to the arctic, but what would one do in a limited set of options?"

His voice shrivels under the loud cacophony of the tides.