119 Sphinx (1/2)
As we neared the verdant coasts of the island, the wind seemed to noticeably calm. The caws of distant gulls did much to add to the overall serenity that the calm sea offered. With every, crest over even the smallest of waves the ship creaked, croaked and generally made a loud and suffering growl.
At this point, I would be forced to say that I had grown pretty attached to this ship in its all rickety glory. Every time I looked across the wide wooden deck I would be shot with waves of nostalgia. I could almost see my silhouette as I stood atop the wide space, arms akimbo as I heroically announced for the departure of the boat from its marine base home.
With a twist of my neck I could see the fading forms of Fawkes and Sorren as they chortled, christening the sails and generally supporting my decision to do so.
With a clap I slowly gazed around, startling a surprised Rein, who had been till that time swabbing away at the deck with a mop. ( as the defacto weakest member on ship, he had been delegated all the chores that Scipio had been doing)
”I've decided!” I called out, uncaring for the broad chested red heads scowl of annoyance as he cleared the puddle of water that had been formed credit to my interruption.
The others shot me an unimpressed look, before looking over at my shoulders nodding in satisfaction and going back to what they had been doing. Angella flipped through the pages of a book on slavery, thoroughly unimpressed both with my attention grabbing ways and the overall fraudulent contents of the political propaganda-rife book.
Terrick snorted, not even deigning to give me a glance all the while polishing his shining curved daggers. Sorren looked at me with a mild confusion, then seemingly decided that what I had to say was going to pull us into a rabbit hole that he did not want to enter if he could help it.
Fawkes looked at me with slight pity, his hands still holding onto the stick that he used to correct Barts' posture. ”What have you decided O' great and wondrous captain?” he called out with a bored drawl in his already derpy tone.
I shot him a glance of gratitude before I snapped back into seriousness. At any other time I would revel at all the gag opportunities that that statement could segue me into, not now though. ”After we've amassed enough resources I'm planning on taking this old boat-” here I patted the sturdy mast, ”To waters seven so we can get him outfitted. At this point I don't think I want a new ship.” I said grimly.
Fawkes looked at me in surprise before shrugging. ”As long as his keel stays remotely unbroken things should fine.” and then he was back to training Barts.
”On another note, captain how long till land fall?” Rein asked as he ran his hands over his clammy brow, panting slightly at the strain that cleaning a slightly swaying deck with weights tied to his thighs caused. Pshaw amateur..
”This is the new world big bro. Do YOU think that they're anything to go by?” Sorren queered as he looked up from a leather bound book.
”Point..” I muttered as I gazed piercingly at the island coast.