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| Nest of Crows; Open~ | |
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| Topic Started: Oct 5 2011, 09:04 PM (308 Views) | |
| Meryn | Oct 5 2011, 09:04 PM Post #1 |
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Nine days. That's how long Meryn had been aboard this accursed contraption. Nine long, miserable days of sea storms and equipment mishaps and losing lunches in the worst possible way. Before the start of this voyage, Meryn hadn't even thought it possible to be able to vomit up stomach bile when she wasn't actually sick, but she'd been proven wrong. The rest of the crew didn't particularly care; their laughter was the most music she'd heard for a while, accompanied by blasts of thunder and the slap of angry waves against sturdy wood. Oh, how she hated boats! "Oi, Meryn. Git yer act t'gether an' climb up t' th' crows' nest." Meryn groaned, lifting her head faintly from the side of the boat where she'd decided to collapse only a few minutes before. Finally, after nine and a half days, the storms had decided to wane, and Meryn had never before in her life been more grateful for anything, or more tired. Despite her newly discovered hatred of precipitation, however, Meryn had still managed to find a bright side - she'd gotten her sea legs quickly and had demonstrated an aptitude for climbing the rigging, which meant that she got look-out duty more often than not. Well, it was her own fault for actually deciding to work for a change. "Fine, fine," she grumbled, pushing herself up from the wooden planks when the sailor who'd ordered her up to the nest showed no signs of leaving. She teetered unsteadily for a moment, but quickly got her balance and made her way over to the ropes that led up to the crows' nest. "This is the last time I ever work for a living," she muttered before swinging herself up into the ropes with a sigh. She swarmed up the mast nimbly, dexterous thief hands coming in handy as they found every knot in the rope and slender feet searching for the perfect footholds to support her meager weight. Getting up to the crows' nest wasn't difficult in the slightest. The difficult part came when she swung herself into the actual contraption and her feet landed on someone. Biting her lip so that she wouldn't yelp, Meryn jumped up onto the edge of the nest, holding onto it with her bare feet and hands, looking uncommonly like a large black monkey without a tail. "You do realize that this is probably the worst part of the ship to sleep at," she informed the sleeper tartly. |
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| Dalim | Oct 10 2011, 04:32 PM Post #2 |
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Dalim had chosen to sleep in the crows nest for a couple of reasons. It was high enough to be away from the noise of the crew bellow, it was high enough that the rolling waves only rocked him back and forth, and it was the only place on the ship where he could brace himself if the boat rocked and tried to throw him out again. The ocean didn't seem to like wolves, and Dalim was no different. He couldn't even plant his feet fermly enough to swing his hammer. It seemed to him that to show its displeasure it tried to throw him from the ship and it continually spit on him. So when, finally, the rain stopped he went to the one place he could sleep.The old saying, "let a sleeping dog lay" was talking about Dalim. As preterbed as he was with his sudden foot in his stomach the snappy comment following was the final straw. "No," Aimolt called up to the crows nest. Aimolt had witnessed the incident as he was walking back to his bunk. He had spent this morning, like every morning, in the very front room of the ship checking his gauges and insterments and keeping record of rainfall and the like. The space had been given to him by the captain after a generous "donation". Dalim called down, "Why not?" "You know why not," Aimolt called up, smiling at his friend. Dalim was increadibly unhappy with the small human that was now in the nest with him. "I'm not sure i can get down," Dalim admitted. He wasn't exactly good at climbing, wolves didn't climb. The man had the ability to climb the many ropes scaling the ship but was almost entirly unwilling to do so. he was momentarirly distracted from his downfall in that area by a shadow in the distance. "Do you see that?" he ask the woman who had previously tryed to pulp his chest with her feet and minute weight. Edited by Dalim, Oct 10 2011, 08:31 PM.
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