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Post by Treijim on Feb 17, 2007 7:56:37 GMT 9.5
One of the men walked right up to the barrels in a drunkenly fashion, both from the rocking ship, the fierce wind, and, of course, the rum itself. He sat on a barrel and looked out across the deck, blinking one eye after the other and burping. Though it was loud, windy, and had began to spit rain, everything was quiet, and though the entire ship was rocking and waves crashed, everything was still.
Suddenly, there was a loud creak and then a snap, as though one of the ropes had given for some reason. The man looked about as he was snapped awake, but saw no difference in the rigging.
Below deck, Blaike heard it. He sat up and squinted. "What was that there noise, ay? Something break above deck?"
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Post by Xennavor on Mar 4, 2007 8:46:29 GMT 9.5
Jeff woke from his half sleep in an instant and looked up. "Maybe one of them ropes most likely, by the sounds of it. Ah, me men'll be on it, we shouldn't worry 'bout it too much, aye."
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Post by Scraverx on Mar 4, 2007 15:05:33 GMT 9.5
Sill kept himself hidden behind the barrels, hunkered down with his blowgun ready in one hand in case he needed it. If the small boy saw what snapped he didn't understand it's significance so he stayed where he was, occasionally peeking out to keep an eye on the men still on deck.
Of course, as he was a water being, the rain didn't worry him. In fact he rather enjoyed it.
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Post by Treijim on Mar 5, 2007 19:16:45 GMT 9.5
"Aye," Blaike said. He scratched the stubble on his chin and narrowed his eyes. "Say, Jeff, you smell somethin'? There's a foulness in the stiff air. Or is it just me?"
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Post by Xennavor on Mar 6, 2007 18:44:35 GMT 9.5
Jeff looked up and sniffed the air around them. "Aye, somethin' does smell a bit fishy." Jeff waved the air with his hand. "fuaw, it's strong. Smells a bit like one o' them deep sea fishes. One of me men may have hawled up somethin' nasty, I might go check on 'em. Back in a bit, Blaky boy." Jeff got up and swayed slowly over to the door, due to the waves and rum, quickly leaving.
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Post by Scraverx on Apr 9, 2007 16:56:54 GMT 9.5
Sil remained hidden, he couldn't hear the conversation below deck and so he had no idea that those below might have some knowledge of his presence aboard the ship.
Also, his main concern was still the few crew members that were still above working at keeping the ship on course.
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Post by Treijim on Apr 15, 2007 23:19:38 GMT 9.5
Blaike eyed the door nervously, waiting for Jeff to come back, though he had been gone not two minutes. He looked at the window next, and then back at the door. He shook his wildly and glanced at his wound.
"Ah, t' hell with it! I know that smell, and I aint letting one of them things ont' this ship!" And he struggled to his feet with the help of a stick, hobbling towards the door.
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Post by Xennavor on Jul 18, 2007 21:17:38 GMT 9.5
Jeff swayed as he wandered through the hall to the stairs. The corridors were dank and the pong hang about the air. He climbed them slowly, clinging on to the side rail, careful not to fall from the affect of the rum and strong waves. A trail of water was leaking down the stairs and running into a side room at the base of the stairs.
"Ah, d**n waters gettin' too high. I knew we shouldn'ta come to Capt'n Arturo's on such a bad day, I knew there was gonna be a storm, but no, Blake insisted we show 'em somethin'. But all 'e did was irritate the bastard." Once up the stairs, the man stood for a minute, trying to regain his balance and remember what he was supposed to be doing. "Ehhhrrr, I should cut down on the rum..." He looked at the floor, feeling like he was about to throw up. "I only 'ad a bottle... Somethin's not right 'ere, that smell is really gettin' to me. Oh, that's right, I was gonna drop me mens a hello." Jeff regained his whereabouts and continued up to the next level.
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