65 Dress (1/2)
A deep whistle echoed through the creaking ship as the mast unfurled to a half of its total length catching the wind and swaying speedily out of the docks. A batch of birds quickly vacated the crow's nest of the ship that they had made their temporary home.
As the sun rose into the sky the ship could be seen coasting on the periphery of the horizon, only now going full mast gathering all the speed that the wind could give them.
With a deep breath I walked down from the top deck, looking annoyed at the cabin boy that now hunched at the side of the ship puking his guts out for the world to see. With a shake of my head I decided to ignore him, it was his first time at sea he would get over it fairly quickly.
”Oi brat, if you're going to be like that for the entire trip carry a bag with you so you don't dirty the deck. More work for you after getting week knees is hardly a good idea. If the whole problem persists however, I suggest looking for Sorren.
He's setting up office in the small room between the barracks and the dining hall!” and with that I walked over to a set of barrels that held clean drinking water in the corner of the ship's deck. With a deep swig from the barrel and a satisfied sigh I patted my belly as I made my way to the mid part of the deck to sun bathe.
With a sigh of contentment and a purr I stretched on the deck my back arcing in glee.
With a dull warble the pathetic cabin boy slowly straightened up as he grimaced in my direction. ”Can't you cut me some slack captain?” he whined. His face an awful shade of green and red.
”No can do, this is a pirate ship, when you decided the life of a pirate, you were warned about how much work would be expected out of you. So stop dawdling and get to work or ill pick up your training and I can assure you, you're not gonna like it!” I threatened with my eyes closed as he scowled in response.
With a dull thud, he crunched back down to puke his guts out once again, a choked host of profanities ringing from his mouth as he hunched over.
A dull clacking began at the foot of the stairs leading to the base of the ship as the shiny head of the previously mentioned boy gleamed out in the dull monotonous brown of the deck.
”Captain!” he cheerfully called out, a swagger in the way he moved.
”I just realized that I haven't actually been able to stretch much since the whole Onigumo incident, so can we spar? I would have asked you earlier, but through the entirety of the shore leave you've remained cooped up in your captain's quarters..” he said sauntering over to where I lay and covering my prone sunbathing form in a wide black shadow.
”Ugh, god damnit brat, go soak in sun elsewhere!” I snarled shooing him away with lazy gestures of my hands.
”…Fine. You asked for it brat! So don't come crying to me later when I black your eye!” I snarled out as I slowly got up. My silvery new shirt glistening in the pleasant sun light.
”No daggers though!” he called out, a strain of sweat coming from his left temple as he took an attack position.
”Ugh, fine..” I said as I made my way to the centre of the makeshift ring that had been made. The sick cabin boy had by that time finally decided to sit up, a tub at his feet that he got from god knows where. To the side sat a curious Angella and another newly appeared Terrick with Fawkes taking up the rear of the entire group.