|caius_dukas (caius_dukas) wrote in thebattleage,|
@ 2012-03-14 16:32:00
|Entry tags:||! incomplete, (thread), brennan wulfe, caius dukas|
Thread: Come Sail Away
Who: Caius Dukas, Brennan Wulfe
When: 15 Solis, 9:45
Where: Topside, aboard the ship returning to Amaranthine
Rating: T, at the least. For Caius’ mouth, if nothing else.
Summary: Two asses on board does not an ark make...
The weather was certainly nicer this time around, Caius noted, as he stepped from the gloom of below decks into blinding sunlight. The briney smell of the harbor stung his nose, fish and salt and the rot that accumulated around the piers blending into a stomach-churning miasma. The ship continued its slow crawl from shore, the warehouses and docks sliding further from view with every passing moment. Gulls screamed overhead, wheeling about the masts that threw stark shadows along the length of the ship in the bright daylight, and the breeze that danced along the broadcloth above gradually grew sweeter.
He ambled his way across the rough planks, picking a crooked path between serpentine coils of rope and bulky boxes of cargo, enjoying the colorful language of the sailors as they scampered in the rigging and around the rails. Rough men, every one of them, but he respected their brutal work. The sea was a harsh mistress, even on a relatively uneventful route like this one.
Most of their party seemed to be below still, probably settling in their gear and picking bunks. A lone figure stood alongside the railing however, lanky and taller than most of the sailors that flowed unnoticed around him, a curled mop of hair tossing in the slight wind that blew their ship along. From behind, Brennan’s pose looked casual, nonchalant even, but Caius could see how tightly his hands clenched around the wooden guard that ringed the deck. Knuckles white, the man seemed more than a little bit green around the gills, and Caius couldn’t stop the chuckle that rumbled out of him as he pulled up alongside Brennan.
“You know, if you’re going to puke you might as well get it over with. You’d probably feel better, and...” he paused to glance over at the sailors nearby, who were eyeing Brennan with some amusement. “I’d get to win my bet.”