Deck of the Behemoth's Heart_RP

The large galleon was painted a deep, rusted mahogany, with thick steel ribbing across its hull. Three enormous masts with thick tattered white sails caught the wind, allowing the ship to slice through the waters with ease. On the prow of the ship was a rusted gryphon masthead.

The deck was wide and sailors scurried to and fro, hauling ropes and securing cargo that had come free in the recent fight. The loser of the battle was slowly sinking into the depths of the ocean as the Captain of the Behemoth's Heart watched passively.

Captain Kel was leaning against the ship's wheel, staring off into space. Her first mate was watching the wreckage as crewmen were returning in little rowboats with the loot salvaged from the man-o-war. Her neon coral antennae waved in the breeze slightly and she inhaled the salty air. Her bright red skin was a shock against darker wood of the ship, but anyone who called her a f'kar at this point, she tossed overboard in one swing.

Stairs curved around from the helm and between that was the door to the captains room. Two enormous hatches on either side of the deck led down to the secured hull of the ship, currently full of smuggled cargo that was heading to Baraza.