Finally. Finally they would be off, back to sea rather than sitting here and waiting for the rot of the civilized world to creep up and cover them. It wasn’t even a surprise that he had somehow managed to find new crew members despite being stuck on a deathbed since arrival, as somehow those things always managed to work themselves out. Crewing a ship by himself was not as hard when the ship was slightly alive, but it still felt better to have more than a single living being onboard.
Rousing herself from her home within the main mast, the spirit stepped out and onto the deck, her inaudible footsteps touching just slightly above the planks themselves as she slowly and gracefully made her way towards the bow. At this point in time, there was nobody on board, for her communicae from the captain had been received before those near the ship had made their way there. They would arrive shortly, but not before she was able to situate herself on the bow and pull a spectral lyre from the air beside her.
Being dead had its perks, she had to admit. Any of the instruments she would have had to keep near her in life were eternally available in death, and although it was both a blessing and a curse her music and song stretched through more space than it could have before she had passed beyond the veil. There was no need for sustenance either, although she did miss the many feelings that a living body could experience. Being part of the ship was different than being alive.
Humming softly to herself, legs hanging off the side of the ship as she stared out into the ocean, her fingers began dancing across the strings of the instrument she held. It was gentle, barely enough to make noise, but once anyone was on the ship it was possible that they might hear it faintly. She had been aware of everyone from the moment they got close, but had, for at least the moment, chosen not to get involved with their affairs. The captain had said others were coming, after all.
Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.
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