Post by Vio on Feb 16, 2021 5:25:43 GMT -5
Yvionne #1Somewhere At Sea
West Blue
Approx. 1700 Hrs
It had been just over a week since Captain Jacob Talon had briefed his new troops in the courtyard of Marine Base B-4 — just under a week since they had set out to sea upon a smaller, regulation patrol ship with nothing immediately special going for it. As it stood, their time at sea had been calm, save for a dip into stormier waters two days ago as they followed their intended route back and forth along the currents of the West Blue. Well stocked holds contained more than enough provisions for the troops for at least a month longer at sea, munitions too for battle, thanks to a certain Quartermaster.
Late afternoon sunlight beating upon sapphire waves showed curious tints of emerald within the water, a sure sign that they were crossing into the outer boundaries of Verdenstein’s waters. Sure enough, the vessel began to lean to starboard at navigation’s call, beginning a gentle course correction set in motion by the endeavours of the crew. Yards and sails adjusted, the helm turning; all part of what had been plotted. From here, they would follow the winds north for approximately two weeks.
Yngvildr Yvionne sat in her office, quiet and alone. Elbows upon the desk and fingers meshed served to rest her chin as she remained with eyes closed, contemplating. Thus far, the West Blue had been quiet — the only ship they had passed since leaving Ilusia was mercantile, World Government aligned of course, of which not a single item nor hand was of questionable origins after a routine check. Just exotic ales, textiles, and similar wares that were being shipped from one side of the Blue to the other.
She sighed.
“Pointless,” Yvie stated, leaning back in her chair and gazing at the ceiling as she tore a piece of paper into thin shreds, adding its remains to others within a secured paper bin. Three times since departure had she sat and attempted to write that damnable letter — each time finding herself incapable of completing it. Never because of interruption, but because of something else. Doubt. For a moment longer she sat there, steadying her breathing and listening to the creaks and groans of the decks and masts — the boots upon the timbers and the various calls between seamen and NCOs — before abandoning her desk. From the hook on the door to her quarters, she took her Justice coat and draped it across her shoulders, stepping out into the hall…{Post Synposis:}
As the 86th Division patrol the waters of the West Blue, Yvionne contemplates the words of a letter before deciding against writing it.
NOTES:— The Love Ballad, Mr. Moon, Crew Page.
Yngvildr Yvionne | #8e4585 | Junior Lieutenant
Nightingale [NPC] | #36b5dd | Warrant Officer
Argyle [NPC] | #e65219 | Petty Officer