They had slowed things, stalled, going off-course and off-time, and given the time it'd been and their recent forward progression combined with the gentle sway of the ocean... there should have been no problem at all in getting to the hunting grounds.  Flawless Thunder of the West knew something was not right long before they'd even thought to send a runner down to her, so the dark-skin woman tatted up with the markings of a Tya and the symbol of 'the Forsaken' Dawn upon her brow as if burned into the skin by the sun itself climbed out of her bunk below deck, stretched a bit, and grabbed her armor and weapons to cover her otherwise naked body.<br/><br/>Wrapping the orichalcum-reinforced garment about her, and putting on the stylized cincher also reinforced in more of a plate format, the last thing adorned were her Razor Claws, the claws - of course - not outstretched at the moment.  Barefoot and barechested Thunder stepped out onto the deck of her ship, the sun lighting up her chocolate skin and darker hair, pulled back into a ponytail going down her bare yet tattooed back, and though she looked towards the sun, not once did her eyes open, even as she moved starboard to get a good view of the walls, her eyes didn't open, even as she faced it as if staring at it.<br/><br/>"Can someone tell me the color of this giant wall?" she called out to her crew as she observed the wall and the ocean spanning between her boat and it "How long has it been there?  I need details about what happened up until now with it.  I also want us on a direct course for it so we can get a closer look; there isn't supposed to be ANYTHING around her for tens of miles..."