Campaign of the Month: June 2012
Cian's Journal- "Black Coast, Crimson Blades"
A bright, hot tropical sun beat down on the deck from a wide cerulean sky unbroken by clouds. Cian spoke a quiet prayer of thanks to Darmon for allowing him passage on this voyage as a marine rather than a member of the barque’s actual crew, who strained at the rigging, sweating heavily in the clinging heat. Instead, he sat on the quarterdeck stairs running a whetstone along the edge of his sword. An awning covered the quarterdeck, providing shade to the captain and the officers near the wheel. Off to starboard, a dark smear on the horizon revealed the coast of Chuul, passing with agonizing slowness. The wind had slowed to a sluggish, hot breeze three days earlier, and a contrary current had brought their progress around the horn to a leaden crawl.