Tobias Danvers (of_letters) wrote in lost_world, @ 2015-07-29 20:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | !status: complete, mary winchester, rob winchester |
Fancy meeting you here (Mary)
Rob hadn't seen anyone he knew since he woke up down below, but he supposed he would see them eventually. The travelers were busy keeping the ship in shape; they had to, or they would die. It was just a matter of fact.
The youngest Winchester had taken the job of a rigger. He would have preferred something a little more academic, but there wasn't much in the way of academy onboard a pirate ship. It was all about moving and working.
So, there he was hanging from a rope, high above many of his fellow sailors/pirates/travelers. He'd taken to wearing nothing more than vest for a top and the loose breeches. Well worn boots covered his feet, so he didn't get much in the way of splinters. He'd started wrapping torn fabric around his hands to minimize the rope burn. Even with the tan/sunburn, he seemed to be in his element. Then again, he was a hunter and a Man of Letters - there weren't many things that wouldn't be in his element if he needed to survive.
While he was high in the rigging, he thought he saw someone familiar. Well, a familiar head of hair anyway. With only a whoop of a warning, he swung down and landed by a wayward sister.