IC: West to the New World
It is 11 days out from Iceland, and past midnight. Gerard is keeping the ship moving, Arnau is taking his readings and giving course corrections when, once again, everyone sits bolt upright, suddenly.
Send initiatives in by way of your private threads. As before, you know SOMETHING is happening, just not what. You won't be surprised, but most of you are unarmored and unarmed.
[Private to group Arcana: Something about the very atmosphere is odd, here in the middle of the ocean. You're not sure what cause it, but it's new.]
This message was last edited by the GM at 19:44, Tue 06 Apr 2021.