[Sonja's ascent is more consistent, but still a bit clumsy, tentacle over tentacle up the side of the hull, until she can pull herself over the edge of the somewhat tilted deck. At least the decaying ship provides plenty of purchase, but really. This brush with bonelessness is really giving her a new appreciation for her rubbery companions back home.
From there, it's easy enough to find an opening into the interior of the wreck, a door that's loose in its rotting frame.]
I wonder where this one came from - it's not much like any of the ships I've sailed with.
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From there, it's easy enough to find an opening into the interior of the wreck, a door that's loose in its rotting frame.]
I wonder where this one came from - it's not much like any of the ships I've sailed with.