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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 28, 2009 22:27:00 GMT -5
The morning sun was high in the sky. Noon-ish when the ship was a sail out at sea. Seemed all was peaceful and quite mostly from the night before they had hit a rather large ‘jackpot’ and most seemed content or resting up. Though seemed he was up all-night. “Couldn’t sleep well?” A male exited the cabins from within the ship carrying a large glass of something. Looking towards the tall lanky male [little like this i230.photobucket.com/albums/ee279/TNE90/Anime%20Guys/9a19.jpg ]standing at the weal, his eyes turn look to the man. “hum…well….suppose…so.” he stated leaning his chin in his hand then stood up again and took the drink with a nod. The other male smiled sitting dome at a table of some kinds and stretched his arms behind his head. “I can take over if ya want.” he smirked. “No…I don’t think so.” he smirked. “I don’t have plains on landing anywhere today.” he stated. “ah…” the other male slumped some then chuckled. “wouldn’t pay to live a little? Besides….men are getting rather lazy.” the man giggled.  The Captian sighed walking towards him and snatched his glass trading it for the now empty one and drank down the lucid inside quickly then set it down with a small ‘thunk‘. “ah….that….was just cruel.” the other male frowned. |
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Post by BlackRose on Sept 28, 2009 22:53:01 GMT -5
He sat lazying on the hammock out on the deck he scratched his head, which was covered in dark brown hair. he sat up and yawned his bright green eyes scanning out the sea as he stood up. he folded his strong looking arms as he sleepily took in his surroundings. his caramel colored skin was obviously becasue of his time out in the sun. he re-tied his sash making sure it stayed in place and pulled up his pants a bit as they slid down his flat stomach and slim hips. he grumbled something along the lines of not enough fat on his body.
Though looking at the Caramel colored Bosmer one couldn't see why he was complaining. The elf was muscled in all the right places identifying him as a swordsman. the Bosmer reached down and grabbed his sabre tying the attachment string to his sash and belt. he saw his captain and started over yawning.
though the Bosmer couldn't remember but someone had made a comment last night about his lack of dress... all he had on was a pair of green half pants, his sash and sabre... no shirts, no shirt... since he was short he took a pair of burgandy pants at one point and cut them to his knees. the Bosmer walked over to his captain and the man next to him the Bosmer laughing at the scene.
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Apollo
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Post by Apollo on Sept 28, 2009 23:04:42 GMT -5
Flas Shien was getting rather board, and had a line cast into the water. Fishing was just about the only way to pass time when all the work was already done. So far, he hadn't caught a d**n thing.
"Well this is just stupid..." he growled. "M-Maybe we should throw down an anchor and go for a swim... That sounds loads more fun than sitting on this deck in the blazing sun with no way to keep cool..." he sighed. Another crewman overheard it, and yelled the suggestion.
"SWIMMING PARTY! GET THE ALE!"
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 28, 2009 23:25:23 GMT -5
The Captain sighed deeply. “refill em’ then.” he smirked and razed a brow…. “gentlemen…” he said holding out his arms. The male with the black hair stood and went to refill the glasses but paused as there Captain stated speaking.
“Go ahead and get drunk and jump off.” he smiled almost evilly. “but….don’t think I wont leave you in a heart beat….use you as slaughter fish bait.” he stated eyes narrowing then turned away strutting back towards the cabins. Tall boots, almost dressy white shirt, with loose sleeves, though tucked in his belt, open half way in the front, and leathery dark pants and tall boots, long red-brown hair braded hanging down behind him.
“I have a better idea.” he closed his eyes. Pulling a cutlass from a weapon’s rack and twisting around and waving it though the air it made a sharp ‘woosh’
“uh-oh” Jonathan chuckled and looked towards the others. “aye Captain, I be the referee, so what be the winning or loosing terms?” he asked holding the glasses and brushed back his hair. “hum….” the Male looked at his blade shimmering his reflection. “how about….” he waved the blade though the air and looked towards the Bosmer. “you decide?” he smirked razing a brow. Knowing most the men probably jumped over board by now. He sighed lightly.
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Post by BlackRose on Sept 28, 2009 23:46:38 GMT -5
the bosmer sat himself down on the floor with a thump, obviously ignoring the rest of the men. scratching behind his heavily pierced ears. he yawned before saying anything obviously still trying to bet the sleep out of his eyes.
"whoever wins?" he thought for a moment with a grin "whom ever wins can catches dinner and the loser cooks it" he said with a chuckle. he leaned forward planting his elbows on his knees and putting his face in the palms of his long fingered hands. he had metal and jewel like bands decorating his wrist and fingers. most of them made from various colors of jade.
Aryaril mentally chuckled wondering what the captain would think of his terms which of course were all in good nature.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 29, 2009 20:09:22 GMT -5
“oh?” the captain looked towards the Bosmer and chuckled before brushing back his bangs that didn’t stay. “alright a--” he paused as everyone seemed to scatter… “well.” he sighed looking away. Then shook his head and walked back over to train some waving his blade around then down to his side. “hum…well least someone give me a good reason to, if you want to make port.” he sighed thrusting his blade forward.
Jonathan yawned walking back outside with three tall glasses and handed the Bosmer one then the Captain. And kept one for himself. Taking a large drink or two then whipping his mouth. There leader did the same, after sheathing his blade he stretched and walked back over to the ledge of the ship and leaned on it over looking the water. “uh oh….someone’s….blue…” the black haired male muttered quietly to his bosmri comrade.
The Caption didn’t seem to hear them and just gazed out into the endless blue, aside from Anvil really far in the distant horizon.
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Post by BlackRose on Sept 29, 2009 21:08:01 GMT -5
Aryaril took the glass offered to him and drank some before putting it down next to him. nodding at Jonathan's observation, he picked himself up making sure his pants weren't going to fall down at any time. his trinkets jingling as he stood up.
"Captin, how bought i take you up on yer offer?" he said getting up and unsheathing his sabre, all the while keeping it pointed to the ground. the bosmer had a grin on his face hoping the Captain wouldn't mind terribly. he was up for a bout of a playful spare.
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Post by Lucien Lachance on Sept 29, 2009 21:17:45 GMT -5
The male looked to him chuckling then looked towards the Captain that turned towards the bosmer. A small smile appearing on his face he pulled his scabbard around, and put his hand on his blade’s handle. “Alright then…..sounds fun.” he smirked drawing out his shimmering cutlass. “I will go easy on you then…” he smirked and waved his blade downward then pointed it toward him as he took a few steps into the middle of the empty deck.
“though should be interesting.” the other man smiled and took a few drinks.
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