#prevailing winds

“What happens to the wet westerly winds when they pass over the Sierra Nevada.” World Geography. 1948.

My best guess at Remnant's prevailing winds.

Yes, I have added a little ice at the south Pole, because I needed the deserts to be in areas of high pressure (without much precipitation) which meant adding some sea to the bottom of the map. I thought it made sense to also add some ice.

What is it with you Shennys and your hatred of Leonard? In canon, which I know this is not, Sheldon would have been a neighbour to Penny in the same way as he was to Louis/ Louise if there had been no Leonard. Therefore in accordance with the character narratives established by Lorre, Prady and others, with or without Leonard there would have been no Shenny. Of course this is Fanfiction and anybody is free to write whatever is in their imagination including an non-canon Sheldon,who unlike canon Sheldon, is capable without Leonard of not only forming a friendship but also a romantic relationship with Penny. As I stated at the beginning the thing I don't understand is the hostility to Leonard. I know the vast majority of Lenny shippers do not portray Sheldon in the same hostile way as a lot of Shennys do. Is it not possible to write Shenny without portraying Leonard as a knave or a fool? Anyhow although I will not read it, I do sincerely wish you all the best with your ambitions for this story.. 

It’s not that deep fam. We just don’t like him.

Currently seeking a reliable beta reader for this WIP! DM me if you’re interested.

"Another win!" the blonde maiden raised her arms in victory and shimmied in her seat, green eyes sparkling.

Penny's shift at the tavern was over but she decided to hang around when a group of sailors entered. They were a strange lot; not very tall, and one was definitely not from around here. His skin was dark caramel, his eyes chocolate. If he were dressed better he might've been exotically attractive. As it was, he was still cute, but it was a puppy kind of cute. She sat next to him mostly to avoid his short friend. He was incredibly skinny and wore clothes that were entirely too tight, almost as though he were expecting to put a suit of armor on over them - which was ridiculous considering how small he was, he'd fall right over.

The one across from her, whom she played against, was obviously the leader, but only obviously because the other two looked to him. He wasn't quite as short as the tightly clothed man, but he wasn't exactly average height, either. His brown hair was wavy and his eyes squinted behind his wire-framed spectacles when he looked further away than the next table. As it was, he seemed to be the most normal of the trio.

He'd said he was captain of a ship called Constance, though he was thinking of renaming her. She found it a little hard to believe - he didn't exactly exude leadership qualities. In fact he very much looked like a follower. Penny was willing to bet that he was only captain because the others were so ill qualified. Something probably happened to the original captain, leaving him in charge.

Throughout the night, Penny won a lot. She also pretended to lose a lot so they'd keep playing. The more they drank the more confident they felt, and the more they bet.

Penny was almost finished for the night. She was about to take them for all they were worth when something she was not expecting happened: Captain Hofstadter bet his ship. She'd purposefully lost the last few rounds to lull them into betting high, but she wasn't expecting an entire ship!

"Well," she said, mockingly thoughtful. "If you're gonna give up your ship I should bet something real big too." Here she put on her biggest pout and her saddest eyes. "Except I don't really have anything."

She hung her head in 'shame' and 'spotted' her biggest assets and an 'idea' came to her. "Oh! I know! If I win I get your boat, but if you win you can have me!" she said with her biggest grin. "Not forever, mind you, but for the rest of the time you're in town." She winked and the captain swayed in his seat. I think the last of the blood in his head just travelled south, she thought.

This'll be a cinch.

Just as she'd planned, the last round went to her.  She was the new owner of Constance.

The former Captain Hofstadter passed out in shock and as a gesture of pity she paid for a room for him and his friends before leaving for home.

Despite Penny's penchant for sleeping in, she made her way to the ship early. The earlier they set sail the less chance the previous captain and his mates had to renege on their bet. As it was, they were likely still passed out. When Penny won the ship she'd also won its crew along with it. The crew, who had had no real loyalty to Hofstadter and his mates, took to Penny like - well, like fish to water, really. They were rude, and crude, and not exactly the cleanest men on the sea, but they were fun. Penny grew up on a pig and cattle farm so they quickly got used to Penny's lasso and hogtying if they tried anything with her.

She learned the art of sailing from the Boatswain who, since her takeover left them without a Quartermaster, became the Quartermaster. It was as though she were born for it and soon the Queen P.'s Revenge was one of the most known - and most feared - pirate ships of the realm.

Penny had never been happier. She took what she wanted and gave nothing back. She went where she wanted and never looked back.

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Sheldon Cooper, captain of the privateering sloop Constance, sat on a bench in a dank cell on a small island and fumed.