Svet | Travelling towards Ameth |
Svet closed his eyes focusing all his senses on the rocking wood beneath his feet, the steady rock of the quarter deck. He could hear the depths of the ocean, the hidden sound waves forming and dissipating deep below the ship.
"Svet you scrat stop dreaming, the captains calling for you?"
Opening his eyes, blinking through the sun Svet turned to Casin the red haired man leaned against two boxes of gun powder his shirt sleeve torn off where his arm was supposed to be, a kraken attack he says but Svet doubted it. There was something about Casin's appearance that made Svet remind himself of his days in the forgery, bent over flames and burning metal. Just the though of all that fire sent a shiver up Svets arms, a shake in his fingers hidden beneath turquoise fabric.
'Ya death Svet?"
"Sorry, I guess I'm just so used to you whining that when you speak I instinctively zone it out" Svet gestured vaguely dodging around roped down cannons and the body of a long dead sailor the ship men's dog leaned over his body, smelling for anything worth eating.
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"You called for me captain?" Svet preferred the captains quarters of any place on this damn ship, the wooden walls decorated with stolen treasure, crowns of long dead kings, buckets of resources, long blue silks hung over the small window at the back and below that window a desk. At that desk Captain Bathmier Alice sat, bottle in one hand the other secured to his head by knots in his long blonde hair.
"Word on the ship is that we're running out of resources"
"That's always the ships word, if this is running low than I think we need to toughen up our crew" Svet licked his lips, closing the door behind him, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"We need to get you an eyepatch those eyes aint no use to me if I'm dying and you have to wait for your eyes to sort themselves out."
Svet ignored his captains comment, running his hand over the several blades hidden beneath Bathmiers desk. "Were will we attack then?"
Bathmier coughed closing his eyes as he scratched at his stomach, "Ameth"
"Ameth?"
"That's what I said didn't I"
Svet nodded his head, I should start to arrange the cannons"
"Oh and Svet"
Looking back, Bathmiers eyes lined with a hazy red, sunken into his face bore into him, " I want the deck covered in five inches of blood"
Svet grinned, his lips curling up to meet a long scar up the side of one cheek, "I think everyone wants that Captain."
Svet closed his eyes focusing all his senses on the rocking wood beneath his feet, the steady rock of the quarter deck. He could hear the depths of the ocean, the hidden sound waves forming and dissipating deep below the ship.
"Svet you scrat stop dreaming, the captains calling for you?"
Opening his eyes, blinking through the sun Svet turned to Casin the red haired man leaned against two boxes of gun powder his shirt sleeve torn off where his arm was supposed to be, a kraken attack he says but Svet doubted it. There was something about Casin's appearance that made Svet remind himself of his days in the forgery, bent over flames and burning metal. Just the though of all that fire sent a shiver up Svets arms, a shake in his fingers hidden beneath turquoise fabric.
'Ya death Svet?"
"Sorry, I guess I'm just so used to you whining that when you speak I instinctively zone it out" Svet gestured vaguely dodging around roped down cannons and the body of a long dead sailor the ship men's dog leaned over his body, smelling for anything worth eating.
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"You called for me captain?" Svet preferred the captains quarters of any place on this damn ship, the wooden walls decorated with stolen treasure, crowns of long dead kings, buckets of resources, long blue silks hung over the small window at the back and below that window a desk. At that desk Captain Bathmier Alice sat, bottle in one hand the other secured to his head by knots in his long blonde hair.
"Word on the ship is that we're running out of resources"
"That's always the ships word, if this is running low than I think we need to toughen up our crew" Svet licked his lips, closing the door behind him, blinking as his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
"We need to get you an eyepatch those eyes aint no use to me if I'm dying and you have to wait for your eyes to sort themselves out."
Svet ignored his captains comment, running his hand over the several blades hidden beneath Bathmiers desk. "Were will we attack then?"
Bathmier coughed closing his eyes as he scratched at his stomach, "Ameth"
"Ameth?"
"That's what I said didn't I"
Svet nodded his head, I should start to arrange the cannons"
"Oh and Svet"
Looking back, Bathmiers eyes lined with a hazy red, sunken into his face bore into him, " I want the deck covered in five inches of blood"
Svet grinned, his lips curling up to meet a long scar up the side of one cheek, "I think everyone wants that Captain."