Maryanne Elizabeth Walker (![]() ![]() @ 2012-05-06 03:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | !open, bruce banner, {john mitchell, {maryanne walker |
Characters: Maryanne and Open
When: Day four in Tortuga. Well into the night.
Location: One of the beaches that's not close to town?
Warnings/Rating: Depends on who answers. Skimpy clothes perhaps?
Summary: Maryanne does a little night fishing.
Status: Open! Ongoing
There was a snowball's chance in hell that she was going to ask the damned Canadian for any help at all, in her down food. So hunting wild boar had been out. It essentially took two people anyway. One to chase the other to capture. And without a second there was no point in doing any chasing, because there would be no gratification, and without the want to ask about how to dress it... It would just be a wasted effort. Maryanne was against wasted efforts. Especially with quite a few people that were rather ungrateful for any effort she made. So she stuck to something simple. Something she could do without much thought. It just took patience. Finding a beach that was on a little bit of a cove, to avoid breakers and sharks, was slightly difficult. But she managed. It wasn't far from an outlet of fresh water. She'd been tempted to fish in the fresh water, but something told her there were gators in that water. And that was something else you didn't want to do alone. She could... But it was better to have someone with you that would watch your back in case the Alligator got the upper hand. Like many of the women on board, the thought of bathing suits had not been in mind when they stopped in Nebraska. But Maryanne was a smart girl, and she knew wandering around naked, no matter how faraway she was from the pirate town, was not a wise idea. So it resulted in what she normally wore to bed, before Daryl became her roommate. A simple camisole and a pair of boyshort panties. She was more covered than some bathing suits managed. She'd spent a good few hours in the water, and had a nice big bucket of fish. Break time was inevitable. Finding a nice spot on the water packed sand, a little stargazing was in order. She wasn't quite laying back, simply leaning against her stretched out arms. Face turned up toward the sky. If it were daytime she might look like a sunbather. If it weren't daytime and her skin wasn't as lily white as it was, that is. While she seemed it, she wasn't completely unaware. Her senses didn't let her be. And as footfalls came closer, she glanced over her shoulder at the barer of those footfalls. |