[...[ 𝒯𝒽𝑒 𝒱𝑒𝓃𝑔𝑒𝒶𝓃𝒸𝑒 was once a ᑭIᖇᗩTE ᔕᕼIᑭ ]...]
Once a person stepped inside the ship, warmth would flood towards them.
The lighting was simple, consisting of lanterns from many different cultures.
The floor was made of mahogany, shined and waxed to perfection.
The tables around the room were made of wood, covered with tablecloths, rugs beneath them to protect the floor.
They were many different colors, holding with the consistency of several nationalities clashing to make a room.
But somehow, it looked quite calm, even serene.
To the back was the bar, with whatever a person desired behind it.
Bottles of many different sizes and shapes, and glasses of the same variety.
Beside the bar was the door to the kitchen, as well as the stairs that led down to rooms, and up to the boss's quarters.
The bathroom was to the left of the room, and the coat room was to the right.
There was a fireplace in the center of the room, couches surrounding it, creating a haven of warmth for those that required comfort.
Upstairs was also the healing room, where the brass automaton healer would tend to the wounded should they need it.
Down in the bilge, a strange sight can be seen.
A man in a white suit with a purple shirt is frozen in ice.
His long green hair flows around him in the cold, as if he was suspended in water.
Eyes are closed, and his feet are bare.
Around him are dozens of wooden boxes packed with straw and dragon eggs.
At Trea's last count, there were 86 eggs.
12 have hatched and moved on to the Ahlaevor.
[...[ ...ᴀɴɢᴇʟꜱ ꜰᴀʟʟ....ᴀʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ʏᴏᴜ....ʜᴇʀᴇᴛɪᴄ.. ]...]
[...[ ..ɔıʇǝɹǝH˙˙˙˙no⅄ ɹoℲ ll∀˙˙˙˙llɐℲ slǝɓu∀... ]...]
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