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Dα΄Κ 01: TΚα΄ Rα΄α΄
Tell about a time your kalon had to use a creative solution to solve a problem.
morgan
[319 words]
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A month at sea had seemed to be easy for the sailor, after all, it was one of the shortest periods he would ever have to sail, and it was a simple transport job. However, despite Morgan's best efforts, mother nature was not feeling kind. The sea breeze picked up sharply around a week into his voyage and had been steadily increasing over the course of the next, but never enough to cause him much trouble. During final few days of his trip, he could tell that his luck was about to turn around.
The wind ripped through the sail, the tattered cloth blowing off into the distance as he scrambled frantically around the deck. Their was chaos as his fellow sailors and captain rushed to regain control over the boat rocking back and forth over the rocky waves. As the sail began smaller and smaller, Morgan's hope to finish the trip began to do the same. With a loud tearing, the rest of the sail gave away to the strength of the wind and the boat was sent tumbling off course. With no way to redirect themselves but with no extra terror from the wind, the sailors were given a moment to think. Morgan, during this time, was given a glimpse of the long billowing coats in the living quarters, the wind blowing them open and catching on the sleeves, and he jumped as he realized the simplest but possibly best solution of all.
With a final rip of the heavy duty tape, the make-shift sail had been pieced together. With the wind having died down from its former harsh intensity, Morgan was confident that the tape would hold in the slower breeze. With a heave on the ropes, the coats were in place. With only a few days of sailing remaining, the coats would do until they made it to shore and could get a proper sail.
Dα΄Κ 01: TΚα΄ Rα΄α΄
Tell about a time your kalon had to use a creative solution to solve a problem.
morgan
[319 words]
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A month at sea had seemed to be easy for the sailor, after all, it was one of the shortest periods he would ever have to sail, and it was a simple transport job. However, despite Morgan's best efforts, mother nature was not feeling kind. The sea breeze picked up sharply around a week into his voyage and had been steadily increasing over the course of the next, but never enough to cause him much trouble. During final few days of his trip, he could tell that his luck was about to turn around.
The wind ripped through the sail, the tattered cloth blowing off into the distance as he scrambled frantically around the deck. Their was chaos as his fellow sailors and captain rushed to regain control over the boat rocking back and forth over the rocky waves. As the sail began smaller and smaller, Morgan's hope to finish the trip began to do the same. With a loud tearing, the rest of the sail gave away to the strength of the wind and the boat was sent tumbling off course. With no way to redirect themselves but with no extra terror from the wind, the sailors were given a moment to think. Morgan, during this time, was given a glimpse of the long billowing coats in the living quarters, the wind blowing them open and catching on the sleeves, and he jumped as he realized the simplest but possibly best solution of all.
With a final rip of the heavy duty tape, the make-shift sail had been pieced together. With the wind having died down from its former harsh intensity, Morgan was confident that the tape would hold in the slower breeze. With a heave on the ropes, the coats were in place. With only a few days of sailing remaining, the coats would do until they made it to shore and could get a proper sail.