<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/0729ac96ae5c8445f949b33dc7109eea.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/B8c37200a214e470b8f4201c77081530.jpg)</div><strong>Captain Ramalan Fire-Orchid (Prophet of Human Potential)</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YCZK28uvV0ugmN-Xfu2OMUoV6TRcCFezKKmL6pbN7K0/edit)<br/><strong>Mists of Evensong</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/12HISzViu1b3S9RNTIyN2SSBjxNmSbHFaIj3x0a1kzyU/edit)<br/><br/>“Bosun Handle, Mists of Evensong,” Captain Ramalan called out.<br/><br/>An old salt and a young beauty hurried up to him, and saluted, Handel answering, “Aye, cap’ain?” and Mists, “Yes master?”<br/><br/>“I’m going to scount the area, see if it will be safe to send foragers and carpenters up the beach.  Mr. Handel, continue assessing the damages.  I want a report of what we need to get back out to sea by the time I get back.  Mists, coordinate operations in my name while I’m away.”<br/><br/>The other two acknowledged him, the bosun scowling a little about taking orders from a girl but wisely holding his peace.<br/><br/>Ramalan turned then to flash a smile to Cynthia, Ren, Talitha, and Xenovia.  “Girls, would you care to explore with me a bit?  We should see what manner of men or beasts may dwell up the beach before we send out mortal crews to gather water and lumber.”<br/><br/>