by Wildmagic_warrior » Mon May 07, 2012 8:56 am
At the docks, two large ships were set to sail. One, the sleeker, was painted a bright red, with gold wing designs on either side. This was the Firebird, captained by Thomas Stark. The other was a bigger, more powerful ship, and it was green with curling black designs. She was called the Liliput, and her captain was Isaac Trapp. Both of their crews had been hand-picked by the captains, and all were experienced sailors. Mostly men, as it were, but a few were women. Sir Galey would be sailing on the Liliput with his son Trevor, a boy of nineteen. The old soldier was already in his cabin, but the boy was standing on the shore next to a rowboat. He was to bring the princesses safely aboard whichever ship they chose. He wasn't watching the beach, though; he was looking out at the ships. They bobbed at anchor a little ways offshore, due to their size. He smiled slightly, eyes skimming the masts and sails, the decks, everything. He knew ships, and these two were the best. The Firebird was the fastest in the whole armada, and the Liliput was almost as swift. Perhaps they weren't the most heavily armed, but they could outrun any ship in the world.
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