"The bigger question might be why it became like this." John bodily turns to look as best he can in the short-lived glow of the lightning, study the area they're in. It isn't much, but it at least gives him a direction they could go, and...
"Ships aren't usually this dilapidated and still left sailing." His tone shifts, falls into something a little more thoughtful. A little more theatrical. "Freshwater could support the plant-life that seems to be everywhere, and there's no shortage of it with the cracks in the decks above and the persistent rainfall. It's difficult to tell the kind of plants, though, in the limited lighting the storm provides through those same cracks. The lightning is brief, flashes half-blinding as it cuts through the dark when the cracks are wide enough, and only barely illuminating when they aren't. What can be seen doesn't seem to be alien so much as unfamiliar.
"It's difficult to tell if the ship is old or merely battered from their growth, a—"
...Ah. Right. He makes a sound that might be clearing his throat, turning back to face Lucia Corina properly.
"We should... start looking for someway up." Don't mind how abruptly subdued that sounds, or the way he clasps his left hand, thumb pressing into the centre of his palm.
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"Ships aren't usually this dilapidated and still left sailing." His tone shifts, falls into something a little more thoughtful. A little more theatrical. "Freshwater could support the plant-life that seems to be everywhere, and there's no shortage of it with the cracks in the decks above and the persistent rainfall. It's difficult to tell the kind of plants, though, in the limited lighting the storm provides through those same cracks. The lightning is brief, flashes half-blinding as it cuts through the dark when the cracks are wide enough, and only barely illuminating when they aren't. What can be seen doesn't seem to be alien so much as unfamiliar.
"It's difficult to tell if the ship is old or merely battered from their growth, a—"
...Ah. Right. He makes a sound that might be clearing his throat, turning back to face Lucia Corina properly.
"We should... start looking for someway up." Don't mind how abruptly subdued that sounds, or the way he clasps his left hand, thumb pressing into the centre of his palm.