113 Back to the ship! (1/2)
I sighed softly as I looked at the ship. Still standing at the spot that it had been at, lonely on the surface of the smooth and translucent water.
”We shall leave you here, gill-less one…” Tiamat growled out softly as it dove into the water, the single horned sea king hesitating briefly before bobbing over and tapping softly against the wood of the boat with its horn. Then it too was gone.
The crew impassively looked at the retreating figures, Terrick being the only one to nod behind them.
Barts gulped softly as she looked at the imposing ship, all thought of the sea kings off her mind. ”So, that's a ship??” She said to no one in particular as a blinding gleam shone out of her eyes.
When no one answered her she began to look around, immediately latching onto Angella for answers. The two had really hit it off in the past few days, and now Barts probably felt the closest to her.
I couldn't really blame her. Terrick had told us of the circumstances of their meeting, suffice to say that Fawkes had been instantly convinced that she was insane enough to fit right into the dynamic of the crew.
”Home sweet home, and all that jazz.. Fawkes can you whip up some tasty fast food for us?” I asked as I climbed nimbly onto the deck, tying the boat onto the rails and pushing down a netted rope ladder for the rest to climb on with.
”Aye captain..” Fawkes muttered less than energetically as he helped Scipio hang onto the rope. The little brat had been awfully quite off late, and hadn't indulged much in the way of conversation with any of the rest of the crew. He had spent almost the entire of his conscious week helping around Sorren and making sure that nothing too bad happened to him.
Barts was the fourth to climb on top, immediately dragging Scipio off to explain to her what all the parts of the ship did, completely oblivious to his sober inner monologue.
Looking at the backs of the retreating figures I called out, ”After you have Barts aware of the facilities on board report to the captain's quarters.”
Angella climbed on deck as I finished my command and shot me a questioning glance, shooting her hand down to drag up the bulky Rein and nonchalantly deposit him on deck.
”You guys too. Oi freeloader, this is how it is on our ship. Get used to it.” and with that I began to haul up the rope ladder, Terrick already having cleared the way and lazing silently in the sun.
As the small group dispersed I sighed again. It seemed like the post of captain came with its own share of problems.. weary is the head that dons the crown indeed…
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Scipio grumbled inwardly as he pointed at the mess hall. ”And that's where we have our food…” he said out loud, completely devoid of energy.
”Say, where are you from Scipio?” Barts asked as she curbed her curiosity.