Around sea of mist, one might hear through the grapevine:
"Since the latest round of passing sailors pried the port and starboard side cabin doors off their hinges, Yeshev has taken to sleeping in the empty remaining frame of the portside cabin entryway. He can be found slouched there at nearly all hours, his back propped against one post and his feet on the other, knees hugged up. As his need for sleep takes over - or perhaps, just his disinterest in the forecastle proper - he tugs up his leather hood and cinches it tight across his face, giving the young Irzali a decidedly sullen appearance."
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