<div align="center"><strong>Main deck</strong></div><br/>Those still up on the main deck.   See the bay and city of Ilizmagort coming into view on the horizon.   Of course the sea has grown rougher.  A head of a storm coming.    It appears thou the Gilded Lady will out run the storm and make port in a few hours.<br/><br/>Other shipping can be seen going into the bay and leaving the bay.   As the city of the red Mantis bustles with trade activity.<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/d6/2da3d61bf38669bf9f5e67be37d833be.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Red Beard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=251193.msg12416681#msg12416681)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Captain's quarters<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Angelo<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>The wind picks up 15 to 20 mph,  with a squall line of clouds rolling in and gusts that buffet the sails with 30 to 40 mph blasts.   The roll of the ship now bouncing more pronouncing.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Angelica would give a devilish smile in response to her taking off the skirt.<br/><br/>"Is there any other desire or command?"<br/><br/>She say coy like in soft spoken words.    As she works to comply with the request.  Sliding the frivolous skirt and bloomers down around her ankles.  She step out of the them.  Now  only in stockings, garters and boots.  She crawl onto the bed.   A thick curly patch of ginger hair crowns her mound.  As it gleams from the light in the cabin like a sunrise.<br/><br/>