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A secluded shipyard in the business of building airships. Workers and equipment mill about the property. To the south appears to be a small settlement. Currently, the shipyard is under renovation by the Shintenchi based Shirada Shipworks
The cove, though discreetly concealed from view by geography and simply its lack of proximity to any nearby settlements, was a bustling hive of activity. Up and down the ship yard were a dozen vessels in various states of completion with workers hard at work carrying lumber to and fro, sanding and sawing beams down. The whole process seemed rather chaotic and yet it had a sort of rhythm to it.
It was a rhythm that R'muel could stand and watch for hours. The diligence, the care, the soul that went into these ships was almost an almost tangible thing, and each work was a matter of pride. Though no pride was greater than his own ship, The Ever Rest.
Sweeping his gaze away, there she rested, grounded down by the shore while the crew were busy at work with last minute preparations. She was a low built vessel of an older design, but one of which R'muel much preferred to the newer models you could get off the line these days. Its construction more closely matched the ships of old, with her twin masts and sleek hull. However, she made a name for herself, ranking well into the top fastest ships in the area, not to mention her maneuverability. The only thing keeping her from claiming that title was her bulk. Though lithely built, she had the heft and weapons of a mercenary war vessel. It was the perfect balance of nimbleness and constitution R'muel thought proudly to himself.
βHead in the clouds again?β M'reth inquired as she moved to stand beside her brother.
He had let his mind wander from the matter at hand R'muel realized. Dotting the vicinity of the hidden cove, half a dozen other ships had turned out today, just as busy as his own in getting supplies inventoried and moved on board. Amongst them were two ships he had never flown with before. But that would change soon enough. Already some of the Captain's had come ashore to mill about and shoot the breeze.
βYou know me, M'reth, always thinking. I don't like this though, there's a storm coming in from the east, and we'll be caught in open air when it hits. We should have waited the week out,β he said with a grimace.
He had strongly advocated in favor of delaying this venture, but too many young upstarts had turned out - eager to make a name for themselves, and all loath to wait while the sun shone high and the skies were clear. But R'muel knew how quickly that could change.
βI know, but we've flown through worse before. It'll be fine,β M'reth offered in reassurance.
βYeah, you're probably right. Come on, we should find Br'nn. We'll be setting sail within the hour, and I haven't seen him all morning,β R'muel replied.