Fiddlers Green
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| - | The breeze blows steadily from the North East. Your boat, "Fiddlers Green", cuts through the oncoming waves with ease. | + | ''The breeze blows steadily from the North East. Your boat, "Fiddlers Green", cuts through the oncoming waves with ease. |
| - | With the Sun on your face and sea spray in the air you are happy. | + | ''With the Sun on your face and sea spray in the air you are happy. |
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| - | You are two days out from the docks at Bellingham, and not a moment too soon. You swear if you had spent another day behind your desk, dealing with those people, you would have killed yourself. Or at least one of them. | + | ''You are two days out from the docks at Bellingham, and not a moment too soon. You swear if you had spent another day behind your desk, dealing with those people, you would have killed yourself. Or at least one of them. |
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| - | You've sailed these waters near Puget Sound since you were a child and, like now, they've always calmed you. | + | ''You've sailed these waters near Puget Sound since you were a child and, like now, they've always calmed you.'' |
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| + | ''Across from you in the cockpit is '''Kirsten'''. Shes been quiet all morning.'' | ||
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*[[continue sailing]] | *[[continue sailing]] | ||
Current revision as of 17:16, 4 June 2010
The breeze blows steadily from the North East. Your boat, "Fiddlers Green", cuts through the oncoming waves with ease.
With the Sun on your face and sea spray in the air you are happy. You are two days out from the docks at Bellingham, and not a moment too soon. You swear if you had spent another day behind your desk, dealing with those people, you would have killed yourself. Or at least one of them. You've sailed these waters near Puget Sound since you were a child and, like now, they've always calmed you.
Across from you in the cockpit is Kirsten. Shes been quiet all morning.
