Current mood:	calm
Current music:	dark angel apocalypse

IC: a cold night and a long morning
*killian strolled around the cabin of his ship the HMS Firehawk,he looked out the windows of his large ship watching the morning fog roll in off the water, his ship anchored on a lake near Tum Tum, a warm cup of tea in his hands, he had one of his crew men bring him his morning tea, he checked his logs and his maps again, he smiled at his daughter as she turred in bed, he had gotten up without disturbing her that was good, he walked over to his closet and grabbed out his red coat and put it on, no reason to not look professional even when you were relaxing, and besides it was cold today, he grabbed the pen from his desk and sat down to write in his log*
"the rain has not stopped for 3 days now, you'd think this storm would cease eventually, but alas it has not, at anyrate, my rounds through the duchy have been going smoothly, got a message today from davika on the interocitor, turned it off not wanting to hear her voice, i think i'll stay out this way for awhile there's a large lake to fish in and set the ships in, there's a wide forest to go hunting in and it would allow the boys some shore time, i know they've been missing it"
*his door eased open slowly and mr jones his first mate came in with a tray, another kettle of tea on it and some cookies*
"sorry to disturb ye admiral but i thought i 'ould bring ye a fresh pot an' somthin' fer the kid when she gets up. also today's newspaper thought you might want ta read it."
*mr jones placed the newspaper down along with the tray, the headline read "rain expected to last for next week" killian sighed and poured himself another glass, as mr jones left the cabin closing the door quietly behind him, killian got up and walked to the windo his cup in hand*
"by the gods will this rain ever cease"
*he seated himself again and went back to his writing*