Marlena awoke with a serious crick in her neck. She'd fallen asleep at her work again, and no part of her didn't ache. She inhaled deeply, smelling the salt air mixing with the tang of gunpowder. She stood, found the lid of the barrel she'd fallen asleep against, and closed it securely. It wouldn't do to have it spill with the rocking of the ship, and have all her hard work go to waste.
She staggered up to the deck on still-asleep legs, numb from being folded under her all night. She cursed aloud as the blood abruptly rushed back into the aching tissue, making her flesh prickle and twinge. She moved to the rail, steadying herself as her legs got used to being used again.
Sky and sea were a study in silver and lavender in light of the sunrise. There was powder enough for all the Farragut's cannons, and the air smelled of good fortune. It was going to be a damn good day.
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Date: 2009-09-19 04:49 am (UTC)She staggered up to the deck on still-asleep legs, numb from being folded under her all night. She cursed aloud as the blood abruptly rushed back into the aching tissue, making her flesh prickle and twinge. She moved to the rail, steadying herself as her legs got used to being used again.
Sky and sea were a study in silver and lavender in light of the sunrise. There was powder enough for all the Farragut's cannons, and the air smelled of good fortune. It was going to be a damn good day.