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--Just as lazy at the moment but will place a better description of the ship and it's overall feel later when my mind is crisp and eager to write.--

It was plain to she crew that their captain was eager, which to most wasn't new at all. It was common knowledge that Artemis disliked staying idle on land, and felt more comfortable on a ship than most did in the most pleasing and relaxing places on earth. Yet, there seemed to be a higher level of this need for the open sea than what was characteristic for their leader, which was clear when she nearly stepped on the Arcadia with her left foot, a bad omen that most didn't take seriously but Artemis made tradition never to do. Quickly stepping on the ship with her right foot first, and somewhat stumbling in the process, she walked up with a small smile tugging and pulling at the corners of her lips to break into a wider grin.

The ship was already filled with more than enough goods for the trip and was only lacking a few members, who where less eager to leave the bars and beds of various women to the embrace of the ship, and she couldn't help but be a tad annoyed at their lacking attendance. Walking over to the front of the ship, she gripped the edge and peered past the harbor to the blue horizon. A hawsers tied with three knots was in one hand and she placed it beside her. It was a tradtion for her to buy one from the windsellers at the town so they would have the wind at their favor for each trip. So far, it had proven lucky and she indulged in paying a few coins for it. She took a deep breath, since her bones where rattling with anticipation. Right now, if she had the power, she would move the ship herself, her hungry for the ocean tides growing stronger as she looked out. Instead, she settled to gaze up at the seagulls overhead and breath the salty air into her lungs. Soon, they would set out on another mission. Though it would seem no different from the rest, she would know otherwise that it was different. It was clear from the moment she had the written letter in her hand and had read it with a thumping heart. That ship so long ago was still riding the waves, despite her idea that it was miles underwater. That ship! Her nails dug into the wood of her vessel just thinking about it. Her vessel, who like her, held a deep hate for the Leviathan . Only her and the Arcadia remembered what happened, and she bet that like her, she ship wanted the Leviathan taking water as well. Which, as she felt, would not be very soon. She was Admiral Artemis Demiar, and this was the Arcadia, both the best and more than capable to take on the task. The only thing that would harm her in this was waiting.