in the midst of the ocean Who: Sandro, Sindra When: Day 48, evening Where: Sandro's ship, the middle of the ocean somewhere about 6 days sailing from Kings Landing Rating: PG Status: On-going
Sandro relaxed in his cabin, a goblet of wine and a pile of charts before him. His sword hung on the chair behind him, but he was dressed more as a Lysene lord at leisure than a warrior- though his sleeves were not the usual draping sort so they would not affect him in a fight. He was fighting the urge to pick off a couple fat cargo vessels. It grated to have to let them pass like that. Well, one of his other ships could have them. He had three ships with him- one of the captains was already itching for some adventure. He could let the young man take it. He couldn't waste the time: Sindra's words still echoed uncomfortably around his brain. Damn, that reminded him. Where was the girl? Even for a slave she was quiet. It might be a good thing; maybe she'd survive. In any case, he was curious to talk with her again. She slept in his room but running a ship occupied most of his time and when he was in the room he mostly wanted silence. Though he'd thought of having her a time or two, he hadn't been away from shore long enough for that -she still wasn't quite to his taste.
"Sindra?" he called, looking over to the make-shift bed his man had made up for her.