Rhox sat on the deck late at night. This was his favorite part of a new berth, sitting, and meeting the new ship. They were all a little different, the rigging, the sails the timber, in the quiet of the night he could feel how they were related to one another. The sounds and smells of the dock yard distant, and faint, covered by the flapping of the ropes and sails in the wind.

He sat, upright with his back strait, and his head leaned slightly forward, his trunk curled neatly in his hands, and closed his eyes and listened


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OOC: This is an open invite to RP, anyone on ship could wake up and go take a piss, or whoever is on watch could challenge him, whatever sounds like fun.