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| Jacob Scobin | Sep 5 2008, 12:49 AM |
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Any mischievous look that the vole commander bestowed upon the otter were completely lost on him. It had been several seasons since he had seen a harbor with even half the potential of this one. Perhaps a river otter isn't quite as home on the sea as are his cousins, but most are hardly strangers to it. "It's beautiful, sir." The salt smell softly stung his nose as a breeze flew up from the water and played through his whiskers. "It doesn't look like you 'ave any seaworthy ships yet, though, jus' boats. Any way of knowin' when you will?" Jacob was almost smiling, or at least that was what his eyes seemed to indicate. Ship's were such pretty things. |
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