Severe storms had ravaged the islands for the past few days. Not even the off-shore wreck of the cargo ship that Steelwater Flock called home was spared. Galia strutted through the hold; flinching whenever she heard the hull creak as howling winds rocked the boat. There was a weirdly organised chaos below deck, plenty of the flock swooping in and out, fetching scrap materials for repairs. The Bosuns and Bulwarks formed a chain of communication up the main corrid...
