Post by Joliette Thorne on Feb 10, 2009 5:49:55 GMT -5
--Kelay Tavern--
Darrien released his hand slowly in Anshera's, creeping his fingers slowly onto her palm. Even if she was his adoptive mother, there was no guarantee he wasn't allergic to her. To his glee, she wasn't - cause for his shoulders to deflate and his spine to ease itself out of arthritic rigidity. His grip tightened, and he walked where she walked, but he could not talk as she talked. He felt reprimanded, like he was in trouble and awaiting a heated scolding.
Diiroehn watches, canting that wicked skull 'neath the folds of ever-cascading ebony; their darkness coveting his figure in thick curtains of the most malevolent nature.
"Watch that barrel! Don't you drop my clean dresses! And that.. spiky thing, that's for Leo, don't lose that...." Tene was chiding the shambling corpse that followed her, the undead vacant-eyed, insentient, incapable of comprehension past the simplest orders. Its white, dead-fish expression merely stared ahead, cloddish feet dull on the boards as it followed her toward the bar. The necromancer herself had an armful of goods, as wasn't watching where she was going. "Hurry up, y'smelly thing, haven't got all day.."
Anshera tightens her own grip around Darrien's fingers, polymorph practically stalking as she leads the way towards the Lich. Halting directly before her Creator, Darrien is thrust forward, presented as though she were seeking approval. 'Son's' hand is squeezed, and he is given a full-bodied nudge, affectionate, if mild, "Say hello, darling. This is my Creator."
Trey turned from the bar and her drink to inquire of the ruckus that had just entered the tavern-- just in time to dodge out of Tenebrae's immediate way and merely clip the edge of her pile so neatly packed on her arms. "Oi, watch it!"
"Why don't you just go f...." Green eyes settled on Trey, and her jaw closed on the last words while she doubletook. "Oh, 'ello, pet. Sorry, in a rush, we're putting out to sea shortly." The seafarer earned a narrowing of eyes, and a little grin. "In fact, we could do with an extra hand, if you don't scare eas...." Lips paused, hanging open this time as the odd 'family gathering' elsewhere in the tavern got her attention. "...ily."
Darrien 's eyes had trouble deciding who to look at. They jumped back and forth between the animate cadaver and Anshera. A nervous chuckle exploded from his throat, leading Darrien to feign it into a cough. After clearing his throat several times, he asked somewhere between the two, "Does that mean, uhmm, does that mean he's .. you .. are uhmm, a bit like my grandfather?" He shook his head powerfully. "No, that's .. that's ridiculous. Not that I wouldn't want to be, of course. I mean to say, uhmm. Well, it's a mighty pleasure to meet you." Darrien cringed at the possibility he would have to shake Diiroehn's hand. He turned to Anshera for help.
Peregrine unlimbers his powerful frame, sits in a bar stool, then cracks open an egg that popped from the bottom of a chicken he holds in his left hand. He empties it gracefully into his ale. Shadows in the dark meniscii of his eyes evaporate like morning fog. Some ruckus behind him makes him jerk upright, his muscular arm twitching and pulsing along the tiger tat that wraps it. He sighs, and returns his attention to the drink and the fresh egg lolling in the bottom. Now where in hell's million acres has my damned chicken gone, he wonders...
Satoshi flicks the back of Trey's head and scampers off. "Nyah!"
Diiroehn 's smile would invade a frown, as it were; yet the inability to alter the expression wins the battle of mind over matter, enthralling and imprisoning the features as if some displayed hell. "Does my appearance... unnerve you, child?" Child. Anybody is a child to the Lich, existing for such a long time, let alone his awkward emotions at this display of gathering.
Tenebrae would blink slightly at the Lich she was planning to rescue from the possessed ship, sitting about the Kelay tav chatting.
Karvier simply walks in and takes a seat at his favored table assuming it's empty, if not, he would simply make his way to an empty table. He would raise a hand to call forth for Nancy, but shakes his head, "On second thought, I'll just go without for today..." He then just sits and watches the other occupants, unsure of what to do.
Trey had the beginning of a sinister grin starting to etch across her face. "Ah, well there isn't much to scare me out on the open sea anymore. I've been through quite a lot with 'er. But, I really don't think I could abandon my crew like that. We pulled into port just about two months ago and if they see their cap'n running off gallivanting with another crew, they might get all hurt." She caught something as it slid off of Tenebrae's pile and slipped it back onto the top.
Tenebrae said to Trey, "Thanks... y'giant scaredy. It's a quick foray ... " She'd eye the Lich and company. "If we still need to make it." Turning back to Trey, "What kind of gold'll tempt you onto our deck?"
Diiroehn would not let Tenebrae's words go unnoticed, promptly turning toward her. "You do. My power is waning."
Karvier said to Damonn, "Ooohhh.... Sarah now has a beautiful little boy. Sadly, the others did not make it."
Anshera herself is awkward, but her oddity in manner and nature made this a natural state, and so, after a brief frown, and glance between Creator and 'Son', she declares, "I thought he was interesting and I liked him, so I decided he was mine." She blinks however, peering at Darrien, "You're rather less... talkative, darling." She seems more confused by this than anything.
Trey picked her teeth, feigning little interest. "I don't know.." she let the sentence trail off, appearing to be thoughtful on the subject, "I mean, it'd have to be a lot. Takes a lot to get me to follow another's orders, you see."
Darrien said to Diiroehn, " Appearances? No, it's not the appearance. Appearances don't really, don't really matter to me. The eyes, my eyes, they're not especially keen on anything, uhmm, especially perspective..." He felt himself starting to slip, and hoped to the gods that Anshera's intuition would guide him to safety. In the meantime, his lofty attention dispersed to capture Tenebrae in his unintentional sonar. There was so much he had to do, and with so little gall to push him through it. When Anshera finally spoke to him, he could breathe easy for at least another minute. "Yes, yes, about that," he began, "There's been more complications, uhmm, regarding the incident that took away my uhmm, that stole everything from me. My manliness, my, my, my independence -- it's all gone. I think that's why I'm here. I think I need to do something with, with ., what's that .. chaos, something chaotic."
Tenebrae quirked a brow at Trey, shaking her head a little, though her grin returned, "Thousand do you? I'm hoping..." Diiroehn’s words had her cease suddenly, "Excuse me..." Swiftly approaching the Lich et al, her voice grew flinty, Tene not caring what niceties she might be interrupting. "Lich, listen to me. You must keep your mind in order. Keep your thoughts in patterns, don't let them run wild..." She wondered if he could still hear her.
Diiroehn falters suddenly, visibly; his image wavering in reality, before dropping to his knees. The sound of knees hitting floor emits the sickening 'crack' of bones against wood, a face morphing, continuously; "Tenebrae. I need your help... It is not right. My plans are askew... It's too chaotic for me..." A moment of truth in the midst of these lies, something is aloof! Chaos, it invades his crevices. He needs out, and it is quite, eerily so, visible.
Trey quirked an eyebrow. Tenebrae certainly gave her time to mull it over, slipping over to speak with the lich like that. Unfortunately, there was more discussing to be done before Trey could make a decision so decisive.
Tenebrae said to Diiroehn, "You can't let it..." She knew the Lich dwelled in his own form of the chaotic realm, most of the time, and her mind's wheels turned desperately. Eyes alit on Anshera. "You. You help him. He has to stay focussed. Got it? Oh, and best you come with us."
Peregrine pets LouGarou gently and whispers in his hear. *the bloody chicken is loose, my friend. You know what that means, right?* He winks once at the lithe wolf whose sable eyes glimmer and dart from one patron to the next. He leans in closer...*it means chaos and madness...it means death and disease to anyone who touches the fowl..or...* Pere straightens up and smiles at the powerful beast. "Or, it means you're eating biscuits again tonight if you don't find the stupid bird."
Tenebrae slid her glance to Trey. "Two thousand, not a doubloon more."
Anshera begins to growl at the brash invasion, however, immediately with Diiroehn's faltering, and consequential drop to his knees, what was mean to be threatening slips down into a pitiful whine. She too drops to her knees, hand briefly tugging at Darrien's before it slips from his grasp, and she's reaching towards the projection of the Lich. No, Anshera isn't afraid to touch him, of course.
Darrien was back to scratching his face and jabbing his index finger to the crumbling Diiroehn before him. "I guess, I guess that's something like the .. the chaos I was talking about. I'm. I don't know if that's .. exactly desirable anymore. But." His lips imploded into his mouth, and after much nervous chewing on his lips and cheeks, it popped open. "I can help. But .. uhmm. Are you here? If you're not here. I can't help. Uhmm, you know, here, as in really here - corporeally? Right? Please let me help. My sound lets me organize. I can do it. Please." From Tenebrae, Diiroehn, and Anshera, he shot his asking eyes, in dire need of attention as much as participation in aiding a stranger.
Trey shakes her head, "I'm going to need to know what it is I'd be doing before I go putting my neck on the line. I watch my back first, my coinbag third." Pauses, thinks, then continues, "So before I go gallivanting along with you lot, I'm going to need more details." Trailing off into grumbles, she added, "Last time I almost got into a bloody war.."
Diiroehn is not here corporeally, and his illusion once so strong enough to be touched, falters visibly; his projection flinching, flickering in and out of existence. Those bony hands are planted on the floor, bowing that skull low -Anshera's own passing through him. "Creation..? Anshera, is that you?" Anshera. He used that name twice before. Once at his own demise. The world, in his own eyes, has been distorted, something hellish. Something wicked, far more wicked than he; far more impatient than he. Time is beginning to play its part, where once it had no control over the Lord of the Dead.
Tenebrae grappled her armful of goods, threatening to slide floorward as she canted her chin toward the Lich, and replied to the sailor, "See that cadaver over there? He's been eaten by a ghost ship..." She wouldn't explain the true horror of it, here. "We're going to fetch him."
Kenji notices Tenebrae struggling with her packages and walks over to her. "Need some help with those?"
Darrien stammered more rapidly than an engine. At last, he could speak. "Ten .. Tenebrae. Is this the ship that consumed me? The one that got hold of me too? The ... the one with the labyrinthine hell? My everything?"
Tenebrae unloaded a pile of dresses, a box of something that made scratching sounds, several lengths of rope and an odd spiky object into Kenji's arms. "Thank, pet. You free to run a little errand, for a coin?"
From the streets of Beloy, the noise can be heard. Through dunes, rebounding cliffs, disrupting the lazy mayor. Jack barks happily from the cove as the Eternity is moored in shallow sands, a ladder flung aside for those willing to ascent. Nearby, the Calico Queen barks her greeting, and Leo's voice offers a rare holler.
Trey barely let Tenebrae finish before stepping in with an eager, "I'm in." Riffling through her coin purse, she slipped a coin onto the bar for the drink she had been having earlier and stuffed her fingers in her belt. "When do we go?"
Tenebrae then glanced to Darrien, her mien suffering a pall of dolor so profound it almost matched the undead. "That's exactly where we're going. Only this time..." Her left eye twitched at the corner. "We won't lose."
Kenji nods as he adjusts the packages in his rather muscular arms. "Your welcome, and what errand do you need run?"
Peregrine stands and turns to a voice he recognizes. Tenebrae, his former patron and employer. "You have my good arm on any mission, gold be damned, Madame." His bow is deep, his eyes atwinkle with light.
Diiroehn said to Tenebrae, "Too many..."
Tenebrae said to Kenji, "There's a cove, south of the end of Beloy Street in Cenril. Take that stuff to the Cap'n of the Eternity." Since his arms were full, she'd set a small pouch to the top of the pile. "Tell him we're on our way.""
Darrien nodded ferociously enough to shake a few tears from his shiny eyes. For a moment, he latched onto his mother and hugged her close. "Mum, I have to go. I have to go do this. I uhmm, I have to go ahead. I need to get ready. I'm ... I must go. Please understand." And then he was off to a head start, holding out a stiff arm to open the door. A splinter sank deep into his finger. He would worry about it later after a good set of breathing exercises and a prep talk before he set to sea.
Kenji said to Tenebrae, "As you wish."
Tenebrae said to Anshera, "And you? "
Anshera stumbles forward as her arms pass through the Illusion, the polymorph at once becoming a shuddering, whimpering heap 'neath Diiroehn's chest. In a quick turnaround, a fluid, unnatural motion brings her around, crouching low, still beneath the Lich in a protective stance. She snarls, gaze darting between Tenebrae and Darrien madly before it turns up, focusing sharply on the flickering image of the Lich. Her voice spills like the rush of water, drawling tones diverted towards a language of ancient times, silky and flowing, sounding vaguely of the elves - or, their darker skinned cousins. Abruptly she returns to common, shrinking back beneath her creator, mewling like a child desperately clinging to the last vestiges of a tantrum, "You can't go again. I won't let you go again!" Again, a snarl is brought forth, though it soon simmers to a low, constant growl.
Tenebrae gave Peregrine a narrow look, as though searching her memory. "Hmyes... I remember you. Very well, all able bodies and quick wits will only help.." Plus a little fodder not of her own ilk was always handy, but she kept that to herself. "Go see the Cap'n at the dock."
Tenebrae said to Anshera, "Stop your whining, girl, there's nought it will achieve. If you'd have your maker back, get your gooey behind to the ship, and let us make haste to fetch your Lich."
Satoshi enters the tavern, eyes squinting as she quickly scanned the gathered group for the familiar burnt orange hair of Trey. "Oi!" the feline hurries up to the pirate, weaving her way through the crowd, with a badly dented bucket in hand. "I borrowed this. It came in handy." Satoshi places the metal container atop the human's head. "You can have it back."
Peregrine bows deeply, then slowly takes in her form, her peridot eyes, her long hair...Yes. this was a Tenebrae transformed from when last he'd seen her, nearly dead from tangling with Wile. Her beauty was more than he could have imagined. He smiles, and nods, eyes looking deeply into hers. "I'm always at your service." He leaves, headed for the Pirate ship.
Trey raises an eyebrow at the feline, "How in all Hollow did you get-" she shook her head, deciding it was better not to ask.
Satoshi grins a feline smirk, clearly ready to refuse answering Trey even if pressed for explanation.
Diiroehn can do nothing to help his beloved Creation, nor his potential rescuers, instead staying there 'pon hands and knees. Drowning in his own madness.
Tenebrae taps her foot impatiently.
Trey eyed the bucket. It was a handy little item, and she never knew when a bucket would come in good use, so she quickly stashed it and switched raised eyebrows. "Really though, you just snatched that from me without notice?" She then turned her attention to Tenebrae, "Ah," she eyes the tapping foot warily, "That meant for me then?"
Anshera gurgles a few more of those foreign words towards Diiroehn, tone worried, though it's meant to be reassuring. Visibly reluctant, she whines quietly as she crawls out from beneath the image of Diiroehn and stands to full height, presumably ready to go.
Tenebrae said to Trey, "No, that silvery bint over.. Anyway, Leo's waiting at the cove where the Calico is docked. He’ll you there... " She paused to offer Satoshi a nod by way of greeting. "Tell him I'll be along shortly."
Satoshi throws Tenebrae a salute, but offers no verbal greeting. The feline had likely managed to forget the woman's name again...
Trey paused at the mention of the name, but recovered quickly, giving a hearty salute and heading for the door, "Aye. We'll see you along there shortly, then."
Tenebrae’s voice raised, then, eyes shifting Anshera's way. "You ready?" She'd make a hasty step toward the door, and let whoever followed, follow.
Anshera gave a light snarl, silvery bint becoming a silvery cat, instead. Without invitation she leaps up to find purchase 'pon Tenebrae's shoulder, her claws extended. It's uh, for balance, yes.
Tenebrae said, "Ow."
--- Departure Cove----
Satoshi is beginning to think stalking Trey was a terrible idea.
Darrien came into the scene wiping a wet nose leaking about a set of a very twitch lips. He was inhaling and exhaling like his life depended on it, breathing exercises to prevent hyperventilation and feelings of imminent death before setting sail. The man was dressed in many layers and had a difficult time looking anywhere but at his shoes. Inelegantly, he made his way onto the dock and found the closest personage to resemble a captain. Thrice times, he was wrong, and finally was directed to Leoxander. The first step onto the dock was the hardest, and each one successively became not too much easier. Rubbing his hands together, he cleared his throat and tried talking. "UHmm, sir, captain, I've been .. this is the boat to the other boat? The one that, uhmm, takes things from people, and never gives them back? The .. evil one? That one?"
Tenebrae was wincing, and sliding evil looks sideways to the argent feline-formed female on her shoulder. "Just don't put your bum in my face..." She paused on the dock, to take in numbers, calculating whether they'd have supplies for such an addition to the crew at hand.
Leoxander was there, somewhere among the two ships that were moored side by side, preparing for something big. He will be responding to those speaking in a moment.
Trey climbed the rope ladder with ease, making quick work of getting on board. There she had a better view of the people she would be sailing with-- most of which she was not acquainted with.
Anshera is clearly distraught as she grips tightly with claw-exposed paws to Tenebrae's shoulder, her tail lashing furiously. Her whiskers bristle, and she chuffs, ears pulling back against her skull.
Mahri came along, nearly on the heels of the dwarf, though she was much too preoccupied to notice him really. Rhian wasn't far behind. She knew because the girl was following along, and Mahri took time to make sure by glancing over her shoulder once in a while. On the salty breeze came a familiar scent and her eyes darted out towards the docks. Ah..was that a familiar sight or what? Strolling over to one of the sailors, the lycan stops him mid-task, "Take me to that ship, would ya? And her too," she jabs a thumb at Rhian. The sailor, for all that he is a man, and who knows how long it'd been since he'd..well..you know, eyed the female up and down, to which she raised a brow, "Never mind, I'd rather swim." Taking a real look around this time, she takes note of who was here before finding one of the actual crew members, who very much obliges in the ferrying of Rhi and Mahri to the Eternity. Climbing nimbly up the ladder, she boards the ship without so much as a by-your-leave, only with much more grace this time, managing not to stumble.
Satoshi makes a hasty retreat to Cuki's side once the monk has arrived, claws digging lightly into the fabric of Cuki's shirt. "What kind of mess did I walk into here...?"
Dergious shudders at the sight of the ships bobbing upon the water.
Diiroehn 's illusionary presence appears behind Dergious, looming as if some sort of hellish reaper.
Darrien was a specter once.
Peregrine glances at the boat in the distance. He winces once, then scratches his goatee. With a raised eyebrow he lets out a long exhale. Right. The sea is a mighty mistress, he'd learned. But tempt her in THAT? Bloodshot eyeballs roll like dice in his head. Selah, he thinks. Today is as good a day to be fishbait as any other.
Leoxander looked to Rowen without sympathy. Jack was his contrast, and licked the thief's hand in what could be considered a more-than-friendly gesture. If only the dog could wiggle his brows... "I need your help kid, suck it up." Meaning her hand, he'd start calling out orders at once. "Hoist these sails and catch the winds ya scurvy dogs. If you don't got something to damn well do, you ain't go a place on this ship!" And by his growl, resonating through the air, the Captain of the Eternity damn well meant it. There were things to do, for those who didn't know their place. Crewmen beckoned several to help tie solid knots in the lines that bound crates to poles. They needed more to hail the ropes that did in fact elevate those black sails into place, and once the cove saw that no-quarter, no mercy color in their horizon, they would stay in harbor and grant this Privateer access to the vast deep.
Kenji walks into the place slowly and carefully, balancing the boxes he is carrying. As he can't see where he is going all that well, he walks slowly. The only thing visible from him is the top of his silver white hair.
Dergious passes gas wetly, and then turns and spots the spectre. "Cripes! Dat be da second worst thing dat be poppin out o' me backside today!”
Rowen wonders if this time she will actually succeed is pushing Rhian overboard. Then turns to her father "Hey, I think there's something behind you!"
Leoxander heard someone from his ship call the warning: All Aboard!
Tenebrae caught sight of the white-haired messenger, and gave him a sharp yell-- which might have only enhanced Anshera's painful grip. "Oi, you, lad! Look for the tattooed feller, tha's our Cap'n..." She paused, "Second thought, don't bother him, just load that stuff on the ship." She pointed to the gangplank being lowered to the dock.
Cuki was a bit slower to arrive. He blamed it on his legs. Satoshi becoming latched onto him was a bit of a pleasant surprise. In a bit of smile he leans down putting his head right next to her own in a light whisper, "Lets have fun finding out."
Rowen climbs aboard using a rope ladder and sets to work, she is quite fond of the nine digits she has remaining.
Rhian followed after Mahri as faithfully as ever and climbed the rope ladder with far less ease than her alpha as they boarded the vessel. Her expression showed faintly of her usual nausea, though hardly as severe as her usual bouts with the ocean. She gripped her cloak tight against her to block the sea breeze from slipping through the thin fabriced dress she wore that dragged along the deck of the ship. Silence ruled the dark woman as she continued to linger behind Mahri, an ever present shadow.
Trey jumped right into the work. Someone grunted loudly as they struggled to keep a barrel from falling on its side and Trey rushed to his aide. They righted the barrel and secured it, and then they were both off to separate tasks without so much as a hello.
Satoshi glances from the dry land to the row boat and out to the ship, repeating the action a handful of times before a frown crossed her features. "No way I'm going in that little thing..." With a determined air, the diminutive mage saunters past the offered row boat and directly into--or rather onto-- the waves, the waters freezing into a pathway of ice as the feline made her way to the ship, a thin bridge of ice left in her wake as she boarded.
Kenji does what he is told and carefully makes his way to the gangplank that was being lowered. He then sets the packages down and breathes a sigh of relief. Afterward, he stretches out his arms quickly then rotates his shoulders to loosen them up. He looks about the loading area for place to sit, and as he has found none, just sits on the ground. He looks about the place curiously his seagreen eyes shining brightly. He had never actually seen a ship crew work before.
Peregrine hears someone appearing to know what to do, telling people what to do. How reassuring, he thinks, and is perfectly happy to have his fingerprints bleed, so long as his fingers themselves stay soft and satiny. He falls into line, quietly eyeing the low waterline of the vessel ahead. Not a pretty thing to contemplate. Taking on too much weight already.
Darrien shoved his hands underneath his armpits until he saw some collective movement in the crew, and still having some sense of logic (or was it feeble herd mentality?), he fastened in the cargo as requested from a surly-looking man with one eye. Darrien forgot that cliche's really did exist, and was occupied for a good while with just observing and dealing with rope burn. When he had to stop to blow at his palms after nearly losing a crate into the ocean, the cycloptic deckhand guffawed and joked about what soft hands meant about a man. There was a good chance a nickname would be born from this situation. Once the duties became a bit more specific, he was nudged aside, giving Darrien some time to survey his surroundings. He scanned the area for the captain of the ship again, and once he had him in his sights, froze. He was ...
Anshera tightens her grip briefly, as Tenebrae predicts, as the vampiric woman yells towards the white-haired messenger. The grip is released as she slips down from her perch, quick, pattering footsteps carrying her towards Darrien.
Leoxander watched this gathering from above. This is the description of your vessel we'll start off with. There are three levels: First you stand upon the main deck, where cargo is rigged and railing permits borders. Above, where few are allowed, the Captain stands with his dogs, speaking to no one in particular at this time, but allowing the first mate to dish commands for him. Sails catch hold of the breeze and flair open to reveal a black as deep as night, but the ship will lurch to a halt because of the anchor. Below, in the underbelly, there is an open area with seating, rum, food, rats... the like. The back quarters are off limits for this voyage, and a closed door says so.
Dergious stomps over to the gangplank. He looks around him, wondering if anyone is going to stop him, before finally stomping up the plank quickly. He is clearly relieved once on the boat, but still doesn't seem very happy.
Mahri had no compunction about taking a previously assigned spot, climbing up to the crow's nest with ease. Where Rhian found herself going, the lycan didn't pay attention to, she really wanted to get up there and feel that wind again as the Eternity cuts through the waves. It's there that she'd settle herself for the time being.
Leoxander said to Trey, "Ahoy!"
Darrien rushed for Anshera and set a hand on her shoulder. "Is everything all right, mum? Are you hurt?"
Leoxander motioned for her to drop what she was doing, and venture up the stairs to where Jack awaited an eager greeting. The same would be done for Tenebrae, the moment she ventured onto that ship.
Tenebrae sighs, in relief at the absence of claws from her shoulder.. and at the dent that bloody dwarf will no doubt put in their rum supply. She was next up the gangplank, preferring it to the rope as usual. On board, peridot eyes scanned the crowd, the vast decks, for her mate.
Satoshi , being a small creature that knew little of an honest day's work, found the prospect of ship labor disturbing. Until she came upon one of the ship cats. Ratting? Now there was a job for the feline, and she took the opportunity readily.
Peregrine stops to reconsider the entire venture. Where, exactly, are we headed? Who is this chap giving orders? Where is his patron, Tenebrae? Nothing has been made clear, just a mad, lemming-like tumble onto a rickety ship headed for gods know where. He folds his massive arms, the tiger fang at the tip of his tattoo bleeding slowly down his powerful wrist.
Tenebrae caught Leo's gesture, and was soon kneeling to an affectionate Jack, once she'd pressed a hasty kiss to the Cap'n, while nobody was looking. "Got us a full crew, Leo."
Kenji merely watches in wonder at the crew, before noticing two familiar faces, both of which really would not welcome him at all. He immediately begins to start creeping away before Rhian or Rowen notice him.
Rowen makes sure to be seen to be working hard when Tenebrae looks in her direction. She is more concerned about her father fouling the drinking water, than merely drinking up all the rum. She has her own bottle of rum in her pack in any case.
Rhian did not follow as blindly as previous now that they were on the ship and Mahri was determined to find herself elsewhere. That nest was not fit for two by her standards, so she glanced around and the dark woman fell in line with some men in hauling cargo, tying down knots. This work was mindless, and the knots she rather enjoyed for the time being. Nobody around seemed to protest the extra help. She seemed oblivious to everything but her task fortunate for Kenji.
Leoxander said to Tenebrae, "Can hardly keep track of them all..."
Rhian was in the lower deck with the fun people...
Trey stopped, the knot she had been working on only half completed. Without thinking, she had fallen right into step with the crew, her callous hands ignoring any pokes or prods that the work dished out. Wearily, she raised her gaze to the captain, letting out a hesitant,” Hello there!" before realizing she was to join him on the upper deck. She finished the knot and made her way up the staircase, dropping her hand to Jack's eager greeting.
Tenebrae grinned as the wind that'd set the sails to snapping as if impatient to be filled blew her hair awry. "Thank gods McCoy agreed to join us for this. We have Trey too.. and that feller..." She'd point to Peregrine. "He looks capable enough. Anshera and Darrien to help keep the Lich's mind from warping. We’ll manage, love." Jack slurped her twice before she got to her feet.
Dergious stomps below deck, where the scent of rum calls to him.
Anshera whines towards Darrien quietly, brushing in against him, polymorph once more returned to the form of a woman. Her attention is disjointed, gaze flickering around as she speaks to her Son, "We must find my Creator."
Leoxander returned his attention to Trey. "I need a navigator until the ghost arrives." Simple and to the point, he fixes his eyes on a stare long since remembered. Jack has enjoyed attention from them both, but rushes down to the Lower Deck to make certain people are kept in line.
Leoxander's dog barks at Dergious.
Mahri watches all the busy work below, more than once she cut a glance past the harbor.
Peregrine nods to those on board, tips his hat, and waves. "Good luck mateys! May the wind be at your backs and not up Derg's behind!" With that, he pats LouGarou on the head, aware that he was likely just fodder in the eyes of his former patron. He chuckles. So be it. Turning, he leaves the area and vanishes up the trail.
Leoxander shouted, "I want some damn order! Get in line before I start throwing the likes of you overboard!!"
Dergious scowls at the dog, "Ah be namin ye... Dinner!"
Leoxander glared down below.
Tenebrae scowled at the departing Peregrine.
Rowen continues working on the lower deck. Her hand is bothering her more now that she actually has to put it to use.
Cuki loops his arm around Satoshi's. He was a cook after all. Not much for a cook to do on top, so tugging on her they disappear to below deck.
Leoxander moved to the railing of the [Upper Deck].
Satoshi slips out of Cuki's arm and into her cat form to prowl alongside him to the kitchens. Plenty of rodents to hunt down there.
Kenji watches from his spot on the trail, from a safe distance away from Rhian or Rowen. Extremely good swordsman that he was, he wasn't sure if he could take the both on at the same time, should Rowen remember who gave her that cut on her leg, or Rhian just try to attack out of boredom and spite. Nonetheless, he wishes he had time to joint he crew, but heavier duties rested on his shoulders.
Darrien followed wherever Anshera went, and opted if possible to stay on the main deck where the air was still salty fresh, where he could battle his phobias and insecurities. While holding Anshera in close he looked out toward the horizon, and as jittery as his jaw was, his brow was solid and his eyes were dangerously slanted. "We will. I uh .. I might know him, but he means, he means something to you, and he will be found. And I will be found."
Trey nods, keeping from responding to Leo. He had told her task and there was nothing to say but agree, which her nod accomplished.
Tenebrae followed behind Leo, her hands clasping the rails.
Leoxander spoke in a tone that suggested they would all have to SHUT THE HELL UP.... to hear him. And that's just how the pirate captain preferred it to be. Welcome - aboard the Eternity. Warship of the Eldritch Cabal. "Avast! One of you speak and you'll wear the damn chains the rest of this trip, you hear me? Put your ears on, dogs, this be the time to listen!" A snarl permitted through his words, and he allows those who need a moment to settle, before his speech will begin.
Darrien said to Anshera, "I mean, I don't know him. I don't think I know him, I mean."
Mahri 's hearing was good enough that she leaned over the short wall of the 'nest, tilting her head in interest as Leo began his speech.
Rhian 's ears picked up the voice of the captain and it drew her from her reverie of knots and ropes as she turned with most every other man to crane her head and listen to the cap'n.
Darrien , after hearing the sonorous carry of Leoxander's tone, parted from Anshera like a cheating husband just caught. He gave him his eyes, but most importantly his ears and waited. All the while the Captain gave his spiel, Darrien could not help but look queerly at him. ~I know those eyes. I knew them. Where are they from?!~ he thought anxiously in his mind.
Anshera remains upon the Upper Deck, the polymorph offering a nod in reply in lieu of words as Leoxander bellows. Not exactly attentive, her gaze remains distant and far-off.
Dergious falls silent, but it is unclear if it was because of Leo's words or the fact that he was guzzling down some ale.
Leoxander trailed his eyes over those that gathered below, by now. If you haven't already made your way aboard, it is now or never, because they will wait for no individual, and his words will make that known. "Ahoy, mates..." He starts off, with a grin that will have a few knowing crew laughing in their ahoy. "Roll call. Simple and damned convenient. I holler Ahoy, you say Here. If you're willing to reek the sufferin' of this here voyage, you scream 'HERE'." A pause, to make his demand known. "If you bloody don't shout it... I'll personally throw you off this ship."
Leoxander allows only a second, before he shouts.
Leoxander shouted, "AHOY!"
Trey shouted, "Here!"
Satoshi shouted, "Here!"
Anshera shouted, "Here!"
Darrien shouted, "Here!"
Rhian shouted, "Here!"
Rowen shouted, "Here!"
Cuki shouted, "Hare!"
Dergious shouts "Here!"
Mahri shouted, "Here!"
Tenebrae stood staunch beside her mate, scanning the crew for insurgents and ne'er-do-wells and other desirables welcome on a pirate ship. The wind picked up further still, whipping her hair to a liquorice frenzy, and as the Cap'n spoke she'd be knotting it to a loose braid over one shoulder. "I'm here, love.. um.." His scowl had her raise her voice. "Here!"
Darrien felt the water in his bones and bowels churn at greater force than the sea could ever sway. The voice of Leoxander. He finally knew it. Darrien scrambled to hide his face from sight; behind Anshera was the best he could do.
Leoxander pointed at Trey, her position known. "Get your compass, mate. We're headed with the wind. Our destination is the smell of death, you do what you need to discover that." Right to business, was the captain, scanning over what crew he had left. "YOU! CAT!" No cats allowed, didn't she know the rule? "I want you keepin' this crew in line. Any of them fall out of it, they answer to you and your judgement. You got that?!" Knowing her ability, he sought that advantage and not her answer, before moving on to look at Dergious. "Bosun, right along with her. I see fit to have any of these damn peons wiping the deck with their face and you are purposefully the mop handler, got it?!" He heard the cook's voice from the kitchen and decided to add for good measure: "COOKIE! Make us lunch!" Satoshi, Darrien and, Rhi-... no wait, not Rhian, he had only a Calico crew member to point out with the two. "Hoist that anchor, immediately!"
Tenebrae cleared her throat, voice rising sharp above the wind's whistle and the bustle of the crew. She'd pause a moment before continuing, "Attention, please."
Rowen said to Cuki, "That's the closest thing to hare I have cook."
Tenebrae gave Rowen a pointy stare.
Leoxander took a moment to look at his first 'mate's attire.
Rowen shuts up at once, rubbing her sore hand.
Trey was already on it, compass in hand and the wind already accounted for. She glanced at Tenebrae, awaiting her words before continuing.
Satoshi stares numbly at the captain a long moment, letting the command process in that time. With an almost audible click the feline realizes her new role and grins widely, throwing a hand up in salute to Leoxander. "Yes, sir!"
Leoxander went down to the Lower Deck as Tenebrae spoke, to help hoist the anchor.
Dergious grins and readies his cruel whip, "Aye, dey be doin as der told!"
Tenebrae said, "Best you know what we're headed for, because most..." She glanced at Darrien. ".. of you won't have faced anything like it. We're on a mission here, a dire one, to fetch back Cabal's oldest surviving member, and Lord of the Cemetery, the Lich Diiroehn. The thing that's got him holed up on board The Labyrinth is a being of pure Chaos. You'll need your wits about you. It plays tricks on the mind. So look about you here, now. This is real. When we board that ship, trust only what you know, all else is folly."
Darrien felt like crying for a variety of reasons, first and foremost because he was from that point forth concerned that the Captain would kill him if he had any recollection of him. Darrien could only hope that the loss of chlorophyll from his skin and his morphed demeanour would be a suitable mask. "It was years ago," Darrien said aloud while tearfully dragging the rope through his hands.
Leoxander was along side Satoshi, possibly Darrien, hand over hand hauling in a wet, seaweed logged rope that would allow the ship to start to drift from shore, toward dark waters.
Satoshi ceased any grumblings on physical labor at Leoxander's presence, temporarily muted.
Tenebrae let her words sink in a moment, and would stalk off to the hatch, on her way to the Underbelly to take stock of supplies.
Rowen looks at the ship and crew around her trying to fucus on this, this is reality, ...she doesn't do very well however as she gets distracted by wondering when she will next get to torture someone, anyone!
Trey let her eyes roam across the ship. She knew ships, she knew them damn well, but every ship was different. If Tenebrae spoke true--which Trey did not doubt, then she wanted to ensure that she knew every face on the ship, at least.
To say Anshera is listening, is to linger from the truth, as the polymorph is somewhere between her surroundings, and the labyrinth of her own mind. Her focus is largely upon Diiroehn, thoughts with the Lich. As such, Tenebrae's, and even Leoxander’s words may very well have passed unnoticed by Diiroehn's Creation.
Rhian looks around the lower deck, searching out a task of some kind as the captain passed her by. The chaos aboard the ship set her on considerable edge and she resigned herself to focusing on Tenebrae's directives without any discernable direction at the moment.
Tenebrae hooked Rhian's arm as she passed, unceremoniously dragging the girl with her. "Can you write? I need you to take notes..."
Leoxander said to Rhian, "Please tell me you didn't bring the damn cub with you."
Tenebrae paused at sound of the Cap'n's voice.
Darrien 's heel slid onto a sheet of kelp the anchor brought up and nearly fell upon Leoxander. Instead, he chose to sacrifice some grace and land on his tailbone to avoid such a tragedy.
Leoxander made certain the anchor was secure upon the Lower Deck, watching Rhian and the necromancer as The Eternity would drift into the gulf, with whoever has made it aboard.
Rowen wonders whether Lycan cub tastes better than Snow Rabbit Jerky.
Leoxander suffered a quiet laugh at Darrien, to which he should feel honored for. The thief doesn't laugh, often.
Rhian merely shook her head towards Leoxander and his eyes would confirm that no blue bundle was strapped about her chest. She was then dragged off arm in arm with his mate, the woman curtly shaking her head, replying, "Can't read'r write m'lady...c'n count fine, use a stick 'n patch people up, t'at's 'bout it..."
Cuki gives a swift, sure kick to the wall. A loud reply to the Captain’s order. However it had dual unintended consequences. Firstly it drove several rats out of hiding from cooking pots. Secondly, much to Cuki's worry, it left a bit of a good indentation in the wooden planks. He really couldn't do anything about either at the moment. He was set on the task of feeding everyone. Well at least those that actually ate food. More than a bit of effort is required to lift a barrel of water and fill one of the larger pots. Stew today. They may as well get use to it. Cooking wasn't going to get better in spite of the Monk's skill. Though he was not one to eat meat himself, he wasn't so foolish to think that the rest of the crew should suffer. The seasoned hare meat would serve well today so he accepts it with a bow.
Leoxander said to Cuki, "Oh that's jess bloody fantastic."
Anshera takes notice of Darrien's sacrifice in grace, the thud of his tailbone 'pon the deck catching keen ears. A bit of focus returns towards reality as she peers down to her Son, expression clinical save for the worried mien etched across her brow, "You are fine?"
Tenebrae said to Leoxander, "We got ourselves a Medic, there. Plus, she'll help me with Quartermaster duties, that suit you?" She didn't address that question to Rhian herself, only adding, "Down below then, we have work to do."
Tenebrae hoped she hadn't left embarrassing evidence in that kitchen.
Darrien 's eyes dilated to a record diameter once he knew he had caught the Captain's attention. Unsuccessfully, he attempted to be inconspicuous and walked slowly back to Anshera. "I'm f-f-fine," he spoke in a parody of well-being, "Th-the Creator of yours .. he's still, still stable?"
Satoshi follows her nose back to Cuki. She wouldn't interrupt the cook but would at least be useful in catching a few of the rats he'd set loose.
Dergious has no idea what anyone is doing, for dwarves and ships do not often meet. He scowls and watches the crew moving about, sending a sharp reminder to any he thinks should be moving faster via a close call with his whip. "Move yer arse er I be movin it fer ye!" He shouts at one who seems to be lagging.
Rowen yells at Satoshi. “Hey! No cats! Leave em rats alone!”
Anshera raises her hand in a silent quest for the comfort of Darrien's hand, her brow crashing together in a distraught frown, "I don't know." She hadn't been able to predict, feel, nor notice Diiroehn's faltering of earlier; She knew but one thing, "I can still feel him."
Trey by now had a crate as a make-shift table, one of her personal sea charts spread out upon it. It already had landmarks and all markings of Hollow's surrounding seas, and so she had chosen to map out their course on it. Their heading was the stench of death. Was that northeast? She had no idea.
Rhian didn't sigh in relief, though the visible relaxing of her shoulders signified such. Below with the monotony of numbers started sounding better and better. She nodded firmly to Tenebrae and the rogue, posture oddly straightening and obedient silence maintained.
Leoxander nodded at Tenebrae abruptly, eyes scanning over everything else that should go on, or sound within his ship. They would all feel their weight drifting left toward the port side of the ship, as he turned the wheel casually. "I'll be there in a moment."
Satoshi hastily drops the captured rats, save the one she'd already taken a snack from, and hurries to aid Dergious in 'encouraging' the crew.
Leoxander will be steering the ship from the coast, in the meantime.
Rowen, now that neither Leoxander or Tenebrae seem to be looking in her direction, the young assassin stops working and starts looking for stuff worth stealing.
Darrien unloaded some things from his pack: a ball of mercury the size of an orange that spread out into a molecule thin circular sheet that seeped beneath Anshera, and where he sat upon close to her; a funnel; and a blanket which he draped over his mum's shoulders. "I can .. I can help you hear him too. And, tell you the ... the condition of his vitals Uhmm, but before that .. " He lowered his voice. "Does the captain like to uhmm, like to kill people? Does he kill people?"
Dergious seems to read Rowen's thoughts and with a grin sends the whip her way. The freezing whip stops just short of her backside with a loud crack, "Took ye dis long?"
Leoxander rewarded Satoshi with a glare and Rowen with a pat to her shoulder as he passed, moving to Tenebrae, wherever her shoulder be. "South, you said." This murmured in a low tone as he cast a glance back to make certain the ship was in harmony.
Leoxander cast a glance toward Dergious on his way to the Underbelly.
Rowen said to Dergious, "You missed, Dad! I am starting to really worry about you in your old age! "
Tenebrae lowered her tone, and the pencil stub with which she was already marking things off on a scrap of parchment. "Leo.. I can't be sure. Last I knew it was anchored, but for all I know it could have gone adrift." Her brow wore her worry. "I wish I could be more precise, but roughly south of here, yes."
Rowen pretends to work once more whilst wondering if here dad has brought anything aboard she can steal.
Anshera 's mind races, eyes darting from Leoxander to Darrien and back again, "I don't know. I bet he does, darling. So many people do..." She trails off, distracted as a glimpse in peripheral vision catches her sight of Trey, and the map being worked upon, "What direction are we headed right now?" She demands, haughty, regal air surrounding the polymorph. The blanket around her shoulders flutters and shifts as she crouches down restlessly, reaching out to briefly touch Darrien's knee before she stands again.
Leoxander knew a decision needed to be made. "We'll head toward Cenril..." He'd decide aggressively, knowing the ships that protected that cove remained stagnant, for some time now. "That'll give anyone else a second chance before we head out into the open sea and look for signs." And before even awaiting approval from his 'first mate', Leoxander went back toward the Lower Deck, on his way to alerting the navigator of this decision.
Tenebrae led Rhian to the Underbelly, where she'd park her behind on a barrel in the relative gloom, pointing to various containers lashed together around the deck. "Number of flour bags, those're the white ones, and cutlasses, though let's hope we dun' need those any. Pickled pork, beans, the same." She herself would be content to take stock of the rum-- their hasty departure allowing little time for proper preparation for even a short voyage, which she hoped this would be.
Rhian followed Tenebrae down towards the underbelly of the ship and as the items were rattled off, she fell into all too comfortable step going up to each group and searching the contents of the place, her fingers going up with each new one she encountered. Flour, done, she called out the number to Tenebrae. The same would go for the jars holding the pork, the beans, only one question remained as she seems to have skipped an item. "Wh't's a cutl'ss?" she shouts, eyes flitting about the room even more in her search.
Cuki was glad to get a bit of help. However he wasn't about to cook rats in the stew. He had some standards. The fire he had set was starting to get proper. Cuki was careful to watch it, though. You never know how it could get out of hand. As it starts to boil he pulls out a finely crafted set of cooking knives and various salted brine meats with a bit of still shore fresh vegetables. Bell peppers, carrots, potatoes, sweet beets, and leeks. They all fall fast under the blaze of blades. Slices and cubes disappear into the foaming broth.
Tenebrae stared at the girl a moment. "What's a....? Are you kid... never mind. It's a sort of curvy sword, pet."
Trey doesn’t look up at Anshera, marking their path as they take it, then stopping to time their speed. "South, he's takin' us."
Leoxander shouted, "Prepare to set sail, we're headed into war zone you damn fools. I want each and every last one of ya on your toes and armed."
Leoxander shouted, "Kid! Get to the armory and start passin' out weapons, you hear me?!"
Trey 's hand fell comfortably onto her blade. The hilt was worn and comforting. She would be prepared.
Rhian nods towards Tenebrae and goes towards the first blades that catch her eye. A number is shouted out like all the rest as she rummages through the swords.
Rowen runs to obey Leoxander handed out cutlasses to everyone. She is a little too hasty and manages too cut her thumb on one.
Tenebrae canted her chin upward at the Cap'n's shout.
Dergious stomps over the lower deck shouting for the crew to move, his whip held ready. The crew eyes him, and he stares them down one by one. They get the message and proceed with their duties.
Tenebrae said to Rhian, "Help Rowen with that lot, will you? "
Satoshi follows Dergious across the deck, letting her own whip do the talking for her where the dwarf chanced missing a lagger or two.
Leoxander was soon joined by Jack on the Lower Deck, where the Captain was starting to revel in the feeling of wind on his face. The sails were billowed out but camouflaged to blend into the night, which was an ideal time for a pirate ship to set sail into the warships that wouldn't expect attack at this hour.
Rhian somehow managed to move away from the weaponry just as Rowen went to collect it. She kept a wide berth of the teen...
Trey turns her eyes from the map. There wasn't much more for her to do until they decided their next course. Instead, she eyed Dergious. If he wasn't careful, the crew might just mutiny him-- though she wasn't even sure if that was the proper term for it. Then again, she knew that personally, she would never go against the dwarf.
Leoxander said, "We attack before sunrise.... Cenril's defense will fall."
Rhian, upon hearing Tenebrae's words, rushes to take a bundle of the swords in her arms and heads up to the lower deck to pass them out.
Tenebrae would assist Rhian in unlashing the cutlasses, a stack of gleaming swords soon laying on the Underbelly's deck.
Leoxander shouted, "If you hear me, shout Aye!"
Rowen shouted, "Aye!"
Rhian shouted, "Aye!"
You shouted, "Aye!"
Satoshi shouted, "Aye!"
Trey shouted, "Aye!"
Leoxander grinned in approval, moving past the lower deck with a glance around, toward the upper, where he expected Trey to be.
Trey pauses after shouting, it sounded like they were going to attack Cenril. She could have sworn they were going after a ghost ship..
Tenebrae poked her head up the hatch to the Lower Deck, nodding to Dergious. "Need a few men down here, and not lazy ones."
Darrien shouted, "Aye ..."
Satoshi glances at Trey accusingly. What had the human gotten her into?
Dergious turns to Satoshi, "Ye seen any wit sum get up an go?"
Cuki nearly takes off a slice out of his fingertips at the shouts. Some part of him wanted to be up there as part of the fight. A short glace is passed over the knives. Pretty useless things to him when things got dirty. Rather, instead, he cracks his knuckles. No. His arms were his arms.
Tenebrae said, "Oi, Dwarf... Today, like?"
Darrien 's superhuman hearing gave him the freedom of staying on deck while eavesdropping on the conversations within the underbelly, providing they weren't of the utmost classified importance. He collected himself and his things and moved onto the lower deck as one by one, the crew left him. Darrien did not feel comfortable with the Captain's wheel in sight's distance from him. Even from this distance, the writhing of Diiroehn's innards cracked his lips open during a grimace.
Satoshi said to Dergious, "That lot will do." She gestures at a group that had yet to get a whip's bite. "You think?"
Leoxander seemed to understand Trey's expression, and nodded in compliance. "I just want them out of my way..." And a hand gripped the wheel, spun it to swivel the ship toward the cove they'd once inhabited, before Cenril's defense warranted a pirate away. For now, the ship would only open into the gulf, all too eager to move at full force with the work of a ready crew. Punishing the waves with a fierce sway of the hull from time to time. All and all, the Eternity could overpower the might of the sea, and took the wind south, as it allowed. "We'll search any sign of the ghost ship along the way. The ghost, as well..."
--Black Gulf--
Dergious nods to Satoshi and sends his whip into the men the woman had pointed out, "Get yerself below! MOVE!" he shouts, and grins as the men hasten to make it so. He turns to Tenebrae "Aye, woman! Ah be gettin it dun!"
Anshera growls towards Trey, and towards Leoxander as the direct the ship onwards, southwards path seeming to agitate the polymorph further. She stalks towards the Cap'n and his navigator, the tensity of her body belying a sudden distrust, and a barely restrained desire to simply tear their throats out and be done with it, "It is not right!" She declares with a measure of rage to her voice, balled fists trembling as she edges towards Leoxander.
Tenebrae muttered, "About bloody time.." But gave Dergious a respectful nod, climbing out the way onto the Lower Deck to allow the men to pass below. "Fetch up the cannons, thirty rounds of shot, the whalin' harpoon.. yes, and that barrel wi'the skull on it. Good lads."
Trey feels the prickling of tiny hairs on the back of her neck and shutters involuntarily.
Darrien might have been adept at hearing over the four corners of the lands, but listening was not his forte. If he was one of the names summoned, he did not compute.
Rhian passed out as many cutlasses she had grabbed, not considering to keep one for herself. It seemed she was to be Tenebrae's shadow this night for the way she trotted over towards her on completion of her task.
Darrien was wary, however, of his Anshera's voice and stalked it to its source, hiding behind a stray barrel of rum that should not have been there. Somebody had been slacking.
Leoxander said to Anshera, "What's your problem, cat? You're damn lucky you're even on this ship."
Tenebrae gave an approving grin to the dark lass beside her, "Thanks, pet. Nervy lot we've got aboard this journey. Once the lads haul up a couple of barrels of rum, would you take a crate of tankards and follow? We could all do with a little Rynvale Courage, I think."
Anshera said to Leoxander, "You. You conspire drifting close, close but away, too! You wish to keep him from me!"
Tenebrae shouted down the hatch, "Two barrel's o'rot on the main, and get movin'!"
Leoxander narrowed his eyes at Anshera, "Then tell me where he is, and stop with your damn secrets. If I had the Ghost, I'd bloody know."
Rhian firmly nods her head towards Tenebrae, "Yes m'lady." She hovered alongside Tenebrae, awaiting the lads she spoke of to get themselves back above deck where she'd gladly take the heavy load assigned her and with lips pressed into a line follow the vampiric woman about as carefully as possible to pass the stuff out.
Dergious nods and moves to follow Tenebrae, his whistle wet from the exertions.
Darrien was suddenly worrying about scurvy. "Oranges!" he shout aloud, giving away his position behind the barrel of rum only paces from where Leoxander and Anshera were arguing.
Leoxander might be heard growling lowly.
Trey straightened from the seachart. There was nothing much for her to do now until they changed course; and so she headed to the galley where she found Cuki. "So, what's good eatin'?"
Satoshi cracks her whip at Darrien, mistaking him for a crew member skipping out on duties.
Darrien shot up like a sprout on enchanted fertilizer and stood at attention awaiting his fate.
Anshera growls, tensing like an animal caught in a corner, paranoid suspicion clear within the jade depths of her eyes. An instinctive glance goes towards Darrien's hiding spot, however it doesn't linger, Leoxander remaining in focus, "There!" She points, taloned fingertip directing the eye more towards the east, while retaining a southwards course.
Satoshi blinks at the odd man. "Oranges...?" The feline points towards the kitchens and lets the whip snap softly.
Tenebrae had given orders for sundry supplies, preserves, flour, what little freshgoods they had, to be brought to the mess. Shed led the way to the upper deck, once the Lower Deck was filled with bustling men, and point to Rhian. "Lass there'll get you tankard." It wasn't really drinking-time yet, but she'd learned from Myrall that a drunk dwarf at sea was a happy dwarf at sea.
Dergious nods and grins, "Ah be knowin dat un arredy... it be a small world it be seemin."
Leoxander would round everyone from the Lower Deck to head to the Underbelly leaving McCoy and his lackeys to tend to the drift out into sea. The wolf was listening, closing oak doors behind his descent, where his eyes would drift among this crew.