Roleplay

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The captain strode out on deck, looking up at the riggings for Cole. "Aviator!" He called, red eyes peering through the ropes for the avian. The cook poked his head up from under the deck. "Cap'n, we're running low on supplies." He muttered, his black hair ruffled and damp from the seaspray.
"We'll be making port soon. You can stock up with a group of your choice." The captain replied, eyes narrowing as he glared up at the riggings, the afternoon sun practically blinding him for a few moments.

@Zenikay
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@thefaceradar

Cole was up by the crow's nest, aptly named, for it was his favourite spot. He was happily ruffling his feathers, basking in the afternoon sun when he heard his Captain's voice calling for him on deck. "Yes Cap'n!" he replied as he dropped down, catching himself with his wings midair and smoothing his landing. He saw the cook's head dissapearing below as his feet touched down. 'He must be complaining about those supplies again' he thought.

@Casiope haha NP
@Zenikay
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The captain watched Cole glide down. "I want you to scout ahead. I don't want to deal with any sirens." He ordered, sighing. Those creatures and their mermen cousins were the last thing they needed to deal with.

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@Casiope
@thefaceradar
(I lost the ping too xp But I'm subscribed now~)

"Olga, do ya mind?" the cook asked her, as he peeked out from around the corner. The bear-woman had been busying herself with using a whetstone to sharpen the spikes along her gauntlets, as they had gotten quite dull with use. Putting down the whetstone and reequipping the gauntlets, she gave a grunt and a nod, following him down to where the supplies were by what served as a kitchen. "We'll be docking soon for more, I just need some assistance organizing what we 'ave left and finding out what we oughta get while there." Again she nodded at his request, understanding what was to be done and beginning to sort. She picked up crates with various labels and placed them with crates of the same type, as the cook worked to do the same. Because of her sheer amount of muscle, Olga handled the job with much more ease than the cook did. Despite how they were running low on the rations, the crates could still be quite heavy with the wood and all.

"I know I'll be getting meat while I'm there, don't worry about it," he reassured her. They ran out of meat about a week ago, and being a carnivore that meant she had to settle for other food types like those based off of grains or dairy. A lot of the times her body rejected these foods and she ended up vomiting into the ocean, but sometimes it would go down fine. Nonetheless, she was glad to hear that it was a priority of his, as she gave a small roar of approval while she continued.

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@thefaceradar (don't worry you're doing great!)
(I am also subbed to the thread now!)

Cole nodded at the Captain's words and took to the air without saying a word. His wings beat effortlessly, the wind carrying him up instead if him having to generate an updraft. He flew in front of the ship his eyes scanning the waters below. Their voyage so far has been fairly peaceful; only the one storm managed to catch them off guard. Sirens were a nasty bunch known for their heavenly voices and murderous intent. Cole was not about to let them run into anything when they were so close to port.

@thefaceradar (yeah! You're doing awesome!)
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The captain gave a firm nod as Cole flew off, then grunted a hello to the crew members watching. The grunt was also his way of saying something along the lines of 'don't mind me' or 'get back to work'. He headed up to the wheel of the ship, dismissing the man at the helm and seizing it himself. He'd been at sea since he was a lad, and steering the ship was an easy feat.

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They soon finished sorting, and the cook made tallies along a piece of parchment to keep track of what they needed. "That looks about good, thanks for the help," he concluded, with a tilt of his head. She nodded, deciding to go up to the top deck and see what everyone else was up to. The steps creaked under her weight but she didn't mind, as she knew it was just muscle. She noticed the bat-woman up in the crow's nest, large ears in an angle that suggested she was listening to the ocean. As per usual, the captain was manning the wheel and steering the ship towards its destination. The bird-man was at the bow, looking through a telescope with intent. Olga made her way over to the anchor and leaned on the railing, watching the waves below. She decided to stay next to it so she could drop it down once they docked.