fix this title later...are these jokes wearing thin?...yes#058

A brackish, still water surrounds their tiny boat, silent and still and yet still a constant dripping background, mismatched rhythms driving a maddeningly, frustrating off-beat. The 2 girls crowd the bow of the simple boat, squinting through the thickly dense fog, ignoring how sadly it weeps up the sides of their boat, silently clinging to their boots. Their eyes are small and acutely sharp, as they peer through the fog their fingers rigorously and quietly signal the Captain to the dangers ahead, directing their route through the stinking, treacherous cave. This is the course they have decided on, an endless series of flooded caves they hope will lead them towards that ancient, terrible throne. As they navigate deeper down the overwhelming sense of distance between them and their ship, anchored forever behind them, threatens to choke them to overwhelming.
“Ahh, I had forgotten that sickly sour in the pit of your stomach when all seems lost. What a forgotten memory, perhaps this journey is worthwhile after all.”
The words the Captain speaks seem far away, spoken to almost no one, but the electric snap of her eyes reassure the 2 girls they are at least on the right path.