dmronny
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Re: Prologue: Anabelle MacLoyd
Jourdain stood looking out over the water from the bow of the ship as Anabelle made her way on deck. The handful of sailors on deck were busy with preparations to dock the galley.
The sun was completely below the horizon though the full moon provided more than enough light to see by. The sea was calm as the galley made it's way toward the shore. Their target seemed to be the small city on a jutting promontory with two forested peninsulas opposite each side of it.
The place barely qualified for a city from it's looks, the ancient crumbling walls looked to be of little use in repelling much of anything. The white cross on black that Jourdain wore flew over what looked to be the early construction of a fort.
Jourdain stood looking out over the water from the bow of the ship as Anabelle made her way on deck. The handful of sailors on deck were busy with preparations to dock the galley.
The sun was completely below the horizon though the full moon provided more than enough light to see by. The sea was calm as the galley made it's way toward the shore. Their target seemed to be the small city on a jutting promontory with two forested peninsulas opposite each side of it.
The place barely qualified for a city from it's looks, the ancient crumbling walls looked to be of little use in repelling much of anything. The white cross on black that Jourdain wore flew over what looked to be the early construction of a fort.