Towards The Bloody Harbour (closed to jdd)

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"Well, that's one way to do it." Cain said with a smile as he heard the distant roar. "But to be on the safe side. Mr. Grimhand please soak a sail and have it placed over the powder magazine." It was a small precaution, dragons had a reputation for breathing fire, and fire and powder did not mix at all. Cain could hear the rhythmic rumble, rumble, rumble of it's digging as it approached.

As the rumbling through the earth grew louder Cain proceeded with what needed to be done. "Ready a jolly-boat, Ma'am" Cain indicated a little four oared boat that could accommodate a shore party that was being hefted over the rail of the Monique. It was painted in the same chequer pattern as both of Cain's ships. "If you wish to be lowered away with the boat that can be accomplished." The boat sat there waiting until the faun picked her half of the shore party and made the decision as to rather she would be lowered with the boat or would rather wait till the jolly-boat touched the water.

Rather the faun rode the boat down or waited Cain, and his part of the shore party waited until the jolly-boat was lowered and then over the side Cain and company went lowering them selves on the same ropes as the jolly-boat was lowered with. It wasn't a fast paced, streaking drop into the boat but a more easy paced, and gentle landing. As Cain's part of the shore party landed they found their posts at the oars, with Cain taking the spot of one of the rowers. There was one simple command coming from the Captains lips "Stretch it out."

The rowers including Cain worked in unison each one pulling in tandem, years of service with one another had made the quartet act as a well oiled machine. The only sound from the group was the sound of the oars dipping into the water and occasional grunt. Eventually the jolly-boat's side scraped against the white rocks of the cliff. "Ship your oars" Cain ordered and rested against his as they awaited the dragon.