"Mn." Mutt could only reply, lifting the empty wooden bowl away from his lips with a soft lick to swill up the broth at the droplets .
The young male pondered about the certain ways time works on the seas, only hinting from the past observation it may take weeks or months to go from one...
Alright quite off topic but I doodled my OC, Mutt.
It's still a rough draft, I'll get the detail filled in more. But I would like permission to draw the rest of you guys since I'm in a doodle mood heh.
Those simple words was all he needed to hear, widening his eyes just to go a complete 180 and quickly stepped down the stairs into the hallway. Immediately the sweet yet a bit spicy of some sort of roast flooded his whole mind from just a light whiff. Finding the way to the kitchen with a wide...
After climbing up the steps to meet back the beautiful yet salty air, his ash-like eyes gazed back to Honor seating a bit further from the others on the ship. And blinked in confusion to watch August stomp off into the lower chambers. 'Didn't she say that she was a navigator?'... Perhaps asking...
After for what seemed like a long while, glancing between all the crates he finally found the broken yet usable mop. But for the metal, clean non-rusted bucket-- Did he mention clean? Indeed that was much more of a challenge compared to the sludge or..whatever kind of entity that this young man...
The 3 bountiful kids of the shipment is Mutt's terminology.
Any food will win for Mutt's loyalty to be frank.
I feel so bad everyone most of the new/old crew possess a pained past mix with insanity and Mutt's all this ball of 'I'm a badass sailor now! Check out this cool thing-- I can name...
'I'll whip something quick, I imagine we're all faminished'
Most definitely Mutt's ears catch on that between the high winds of the deck, grinning in such pleasant demeanor when the woman walked back down the stairway unto the lower space. One of the crew members commented and laughed a bit at...
Oh Mittens, I surely hope our ocs won't collide if Honor wants to try a charm-go with Mutt.
already have Mr.Suburban man lightly joking about Ray-Ray's bleed out by a pair of rusty scissors
'That is certainly the commanding captain' Mutt nodded to himself, still having the globe under his palm watching the stern woman stepping off with the confidence this teen can ever dream off possessing one day. Glancing back at the others with a eyebrow raise, should he really question the...
'I'm sure you will come to be a valuable crew member over time...You are one of us now and here this is just us.'
Those simple words just took away this youthful stubborn man's heart by a small pinch, how long since someone told him that indeed Mutt does now belong? Especially looking back with...
Oh no, Mutt is going to be heartbroken not discovering more about Endurance-- And yeah thanks it helped so much I understood the choas but I was like 'Where's Brummet with this did he give up.'
Call me an extremely lazy reader, but what did the other 3 went off to again? Is Brummet still touring? The replies and timing confused me even after my 15th attempt with understanding this.
So while this shit's happening, Mutt what were you doing?
"..I was messing with this painted globe, the way it spins is mesmerizing, I should name it Spindle."