solitaryman
Supernova
- Joined
- Aug 22, 2011
- Location
- Pennsylvania
Liam Hart leaned on the railing on the starboard side of the ship Corinthian. It had been weeks since they had set sail, himself along with his wife and daughter, in search of a lost and undiscovered island that he had found on an old parched map deep in the basement of the museum. It had been drawn by a mapmaker named Bertrand Russell, his seal on the map made it quite authentic. The problem was there was not much to the map except for a course, south by east, and only a few appreciable land masses.
Liam stood at five foot 11 inches tall, an aged but still physically capable man who had years of exploration behind him. His graying hair cut neat and his blue eyes surveyed the open waters on the starboard side of the ship. It was days since the last course correction, and he could feel the wind building up, albeit gradually. He had been at sea enough times to know that could mean a storm, but the captain had not shown any worry, as of now.
Liam stood at five foot 11 inches tall, an aged but still physically capable man who had years of exploration behind him. His graying hair cut neat and his blue eyes surveyed the open waters on the starboard side of the ship. It was days since the last course correction, and he could feel the wind building up, albeit gradually. He had been at sea enough times to know that could mean a storm, but the captain had not shown any worry, as of now.