Realistic or Modern Come My Love, Be One With The Sea — roleplay

[forestferns]

There is a legend currently circulating in pubs amongst sailors and pirates alike. The tale of The Blind Gem. It was a ship that was said to have disappeared under mysterious circumstances alongside her crew many, many years ago. Now, it is said that the crew was cursed. They would collect objects from all around the world. Rubies, The finest dresses, Jewelry, Miniature statues, Antique weapons, you name it. However, each item they would collect was said to hold a horrible curse that would plague whoever had it in their possession. Each curse is different and affects people differently.

Now, how do we know about this? Well, the crew have been known to be blinded by greed with hunger for the finest things and all the riches. So how else would they disappear? Well, one evening down at a local pub, the crew hear from one of their fellow pirates of another crew that they swore they saw the silhouette of a stranded shipwreck on an island. They did not dare to investigate. Intrigued and persistent to go, Dori announced at dinner the full legend of the shipwreck as part of her evening spooky scary story telling. And then she announced they’re heading to the shipwreck.

Listen closely please. The legends are true. It exists. The Blind Gem is a shipwreck on an island and it’s full of riches and fabrics and everything you can dream of. It is up to you if you decide to join in looting the ship of ***one*** item of your choosing. You do not have to and instead you can stay on the ship and not partake in the legend. But, taking something from this shipwreck comes with a hefty price.

Oh yes, you’ll get what you want. But if you took something from the ship, a curse has fallen upon you. And if you don’t break it, you will die. If you had common sense and did not take something, you are safe! It is up to the crew to break their curses before they succumb to them.

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After the captain and the first mate had a huge disagreement about this adventure, things seem tense now as the ship is making its way through the waters and towards the supposed shipwreck. All they can do is wait until they see the island the shipwreck is supposedly stranded on and hope that the curse was just an exaggeration from Dori.

 

[sophocles]

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f only the winds would fight against them, he’d have more reason to discourage their venture.

Sébastien stood at the helm of the Night Jewel, one hand positioned on one of the prongs of the giant wheel, the other grasping a compass in his palm. He raised his eyes to catch the direction of the wind upon the main sails, attempting not to set his sights too high up the mast, lest he make himself dizzy. He wouldn’t dare to raise his gaze high enough to notice if Annie had already settled into the crow's nest; he’d rather much like to keep his head on his shoulders.

Shaking his head to regain his focus, he raised the compass, squinting his eyes as he compared their navigation position to the heading Alice had given him. With his gaze switching between the compass and the sails, he nimbly guided the ship to correct toward their charted course. The sails caught the full brunt of the wind once more.

Though successful in his endeavors as helmsman, Bastien heaved an exasperated sigh. Sure, the weather was quite fair for sailing, and while he was not ungrateful for that (any sailor would be out of his mind to desire less), there wasn’t much thought to be put into navigation. Unfortunately, the wind seemed to be taking them right where they needed to go. Not only that, but he couldn’t quite leave his post. With only two people on board allowed to man the helm, he was stuck here until he was relieved of duty. He just had a feeling that wouldn’t be any time soon.

He and the captain had gotten in a bit of a spat this morning, as he had brought up his concerns about their venture. It wasn’t the first time the two had disagreed about a course of action— in fact, he seemed to never be on board with anything Dori proposed. Her plans were always too harebrained and risky for his liking.

Yet, there hadn’t been one adventure of hers that he never went along with. Despite his worries, he always folded. Over their years together, he had learned to trust their instincts, perhaps even more than his own— and she hadn’t gotten him killed yet. There was a reason fae was the captain, after all.

But this? This was no laughable scheme or questionable opportunity that took him a few hours to warm up to. This was the Blind Gem — the ship that doomed her entire crew to a fate unknown, the ship that was said to carry a thousand curses. This was a fool's errand.

He knew he wasn't the only one with reservations, either. The tension of the crew, when Dori announced her intention to set sail for the damned vessel, was... palpable. Even Cordelia, as silent as she was, had quietly expressed her concerns about the venture to him. It was clear enough to him that there was already dissent brewing onboard. The same thought coursed through everyone's mind; who knew what awaited any ship foolish enough to sail for her?

Dori didn’t know, and she didn’t care. She had always been so— stubborn. Pig-headed, he had thought. Bastien had never gotten as frustrated at faer as he did this morning. Fae wouldn’t listen. How could she not see the risk that she put over them all? For what? The chance at the lost treasures that no other pirate crew had dared to pursue? He had gotten so exasperated that this time, he hadn’t been able to stop himself before he went too far—

“After everything we’ve been through and all that we’ve seen, you've chosen your greed over the safety of us all?”

Oh, that one had gotten him in trouble. Fae didn’t want to hear anything else he had to say after that. Banished to the helm, he had been— and there he still was.

He knew they wouldn’t take what he had said to heart; they didn’t believe in curses, after all. He always did enough worrying for the both of them. And, despite his efforts, he had folded. Fae won, again— and he would do nothing about it. He couldn’t. The captain and the first mate were to be a united front towards the crew; to go against her in front of them would be to sow seeds of mutiny.

Well, maybe it wasn't that he couldn't.
Maybe it was that he wouldn't.

No, no; he would sail the Night Jewel into the arms of whatever darkness befell the Blind Gem, for no more reason than because she had ordered him to.

He heaved another sigh. Damn him. He’d always be a fool for Dorienne Alda.

Defeated, he cast his gaze upward, his eyes squinting as they caught the bright light of the sun. They still had about half a day of sail ahead of them, and he was already tired. At least the deck was quiet, save for the wind in the sails and the waves against the sides of the ship.

"oh, sinners, come down."

sébastien renaud

location:

the helm

mood:

aggravated, defeated

interactions:

none

 

[NewbiePotterhead]

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SEAMSTRESS

RITA.

mood

nervous, but hopeful

outfit

woman in red

location

The Helm

interactions

Sébastien Renaud

tags

sophocles

"What?"

is all Rita could ask at the news of their new destination. A cursed wreck of a ship which had previously doomed its crew. The mere idea that Dori, their affable captain, was even willing to throw them into such danger was enough to make Rita spiral into a nervous mess. She would never audibly question them, of course, but she knew fae could have a certain. . . stubbornness about new sights to explore. Still, she had been in her room, both stress mending and biting her nails out of habit, enough to have bloodied the tips of her digits due to sharp needles and teeth. She needed to get some air, lest she get sick and vomit all over her cabin--and nobody would help her clean it up, that was for certain. Having put her work down finally, she made her way out onto the ship's deck. It was such a lovely day to sail out into the sea.

"If you keep sighing like that, you'll blow the ship off course."

Popping up from the deck and into the helm area, Rita simply leaned on a rail, looking at her friend with a tender and understanding gaze. If she were worried about their trip, Bastien was probably about to blow a fuse or five at the thought of the danger they were in. He had changed a lot in the four years she'd known him, and while maturing wasn't a bad thing in general, the kind and humorous nature he had once had was now overshadowed by this immense sense of responsibility and discipline. It was odd, but not uncalled for. If Rita had been the first mate of the Night's Jewel, she might've changed too. The thought of him still being himself deep down however comforted her, and it allowed her to keep up the close relationship they had built.

Putting on a more serious air however, Rita let her eyes linger, her eyebrows furrowing together at the sight of him.

"Would you mind if I spoke clearly?"

She asked, hiding her battered hands behind her back as a gentle but tense smile came across her face.

"I don't think it's fair that you have to sail us there. It's not like you're happy about our destination, anyway."

Bastien would never be one to openly criticize their captain but Rita had been privy to his gripes about their disagreements and frustrations, and while staying neutral was getting increasingly harder by the day, she couldn't help but get involved when it was her friend who was suffering. Especially since he wouldn't exactly be able to get off of the helm until Dori came back. . . And who knew when that would be?

Rita would have wrestled the helm from him in an instant if she could, but even if he let her get away with a lot due to their longstanding friendship, she couldn't imagine him being alright with it. After all, he took his responsibilities seriously, and that included manning the helm when necessary. Her poor friend.

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[Acear]

Anemone Rybár

role.

Lookout

mood.

Unsure

location.

The Crows Nest

Interactions.

n/a

tags.

n/a

The crows nest was, as usual, quiet and cramped, though Annie never minded much. The wind ruffled her hair and the sun bore down, not scorching but pleasantly hot. At least they assumed it was down on the deck. The crows Nest was always either a bit too hot or a bit too cold, but Annie could deal with it. She was their only lookout. Not that she minded, quite the opposite. It was nice, made her feel important and the opportunity to throw things at passing crew members if they annoyed her was just too good to pass.

Today however, the crows nest felt all but comfortingly breezy. Tensions had risen lately and while Annie liked to keep the mood light with jokes and jests even they couldn't deny the uncomfortable feeling that had grown since Dori announced what their next stop would be. Some of the crew was unhappy with the decision and Annie couldn't say she blamed them. The Blind Gem was the stuff of legends. Annie had first heard about it some years ago in a sleazy pub and at the time assumed it was just the talk of men a bit too drunk for their own best but the more she heard about it the realer it became.

Annie had, at first, been on board with the plan. Sure the ship, its loot and its crew was supposedly cursed but come on? What pirate crew wouldn't make up a fake legend about a fake curse to keep their truly ungodly amount of treasure to themselves. At first Annie had been so excited for the opportunity to nab a few new shinies to add to her collection she almost missed the reaction the rest of the crew had. She had thought they were just silly to believe in stupid ghost stories but after a little while she had noticed they were all serious and within short Annies excitement was changed to nervousness. She might want to do this and all but if the Crew was unsure it was a lot less easy to pretend it would be a walk in the park.

So with her conflicted feelings Annie had climbed her way up to the Crows Nest, to sort out her own feelings without having to bother the Crew. It was nice to be alone when tensions rose this high. Another reason Annie liked the crows nest. It's not quite home but in a pinch Annie can pretend. The slight chill in the breeze that narrowly settles in her bones and the smell of salt from the ocean, it's eerily similar.

Annie’s sitting, with her knees up to her chest, observing the deck below, they can’t hear a word being said so they pretend it’s all alright. That tensions aren’t high, that everyone is just getting along and that this trip is just a simple restock stop.

Nothing more, nothing less.

MARE

♡coded by uxie♡

 

[Fabrikator.Nova]

the cook.

caspian doran morello

fix you

mood

Reminiscent || Lighthearted

location

The Galley

mentions

N//A

tags

N//A

While the tension aboard The Night Jewel was palpable, Caspian didn’t let it affect him too much. In his many years of life, this wasn’t the first time…nor the hundredth…and it certainly wouldn’t be the last that a ship’s crew had a disagreement. The Captain had steered them towards what Caspian could only describe as an ill-fated treasure hunt, driven more by curiosity than any sound reason. The decision had sparked friction among the ranks and it was clear that not everyone aboard was on the same page of wanting to traipse into uncertain peril. Caspian’s dark eyes shifted downward, drawn to the gold ring resting on his left hand and let out a heavy sigh.

‘She would know what to do in this situation…’

he thought wistfully, the corners of his lips curling into a small, bittersweet smile.

Once the meeting ended, Caspian quietly made his way below deck, barely exchanging words with anyone in passing. He met a few gazes, offering a reassuring smile to the crew members who seemed to need it most, before disappearing into the galley. When the tension ran as high as it did now, there was one thing that could always bring people together— a little something sweet.

And if the rumors about the cursed ship and its damning treasures turned out to be true… well, perhaps a last hurrah was exactly what they needed.

The galley itself was a space of solace for Caspian, his refuge away from the noise of the ship. He began pulling out ingredients from the pantry with practiced hands, his movements fluid as he set to work on a cake. It wasn’t a creation that would wow the courts of royalty, but out here on the open sea after a heated argument? Few could resist the allure of butter, sugar, and a generous splash of rum.

He soaked dried currants and raisins in dark rum, letting them sit to plump up and soak in the liquor’s deep, rich flavor. As it was soaking, he prepped the batter with expert precision—flour, sugar, butter, eggs, everything measured just right according to the recipe he’d perfected over the years. Soon, the kitchen was filled with the mouthwatering aroma of warm, freshly ground cinnamon and nutmeg. Caspian’s sharp eyes flickered towards the stairs that led up to the main deck. He was alone for the moment but if anyone decided to sneak a peek, he wouldn’t turn them away. After all, the scent of the cake would soon drift through the ship to tempt even the most reluctant.

As he worked, Caspian hummed a soft and long forgotten tune from his old kingdom. The melody was faint as he worked but it lingered to remind him of a time long gone. It was a time before he had been transformed into a creature of the night...before his days as he knew it were changed forever. He wasn’t necessarily unhappy now; far from it really. He was at peace in his own way, far happier than he had been at the start of his immortal life, even with the constant pull of darkness that now defined him. But certain smells, certain acts of cooking, would always take him back.

It felt strange—almost like a dream—to share a kitchen with the woman he loved. Those days were gone, and yet, in the act of baking, she remained with him…her presence alive in every stir of the spoon, every dash of spice. It was his way of keeping her memory close, even if the reality of it all seemed like something out of a long-forgotten tale.

Another wistful sigh escaped him as he turned to prepare a glaze, a sweet and decadent finishing touch for the cake. He whisked together butter, sugar, a little molasses, rum, vanilla bean, and a splash of the last bit of heavy cream. The rich, heady scents of the glaze mingled with the smell of the cake and Caspian grinned wickedly, the tension of the day fading into something lighter. How could anyone stay upset with such a delectable treat?

The jovial melody of a familiar sea shanty filled the air below deck and Caspian’s whistling grew louder as he lovingly tended to the cake. It was his way of mending the frayed nerves of his crew…

one bite at a time.

 

[lillymity]

Aramis Lorcano

Aramis sat cross-legged on an overturned barrel near the stern of the ship, his well-worn bag propped open beside him. The sharp tang of saltwater hung in the air as the waves slapped rhythmically against the hull. In his hands, he held a rag damp with oil and vinegar, carefully polishing the scuffed leather of his tall boots. Every so often, he paused to inspect his work under the dim light filtering through the overcast sky. Cleaning his boots was not only for them to look shiny but also like a habit — stress cleaning — even if there was just the smallest bit of mud or sand, they would go under full clean till there was no part that wasn’t sparkling.

His expression was one of quiet focus, though his ears remained alert to the murmurs and footsteps of the crew as they moved about the deck. Aramis wasn’t one to meddle in the affairs of the captain or the first mate. Yet the tension between them lingered like a wound left to fester, and he couldn’t help but feel it gnawing at the edges of his calm.

With deliberate care, he set the rag aside and reached for a tin of wax, scooping out just enough to work into the leather. The act was methodical, soothing. Routine kept his mind steady when uncertainty brewed on the horizon. It was soothing his mind — or at least distracting it from what was in front of them. The idea of a cursed shipwreck, of all things, had ruffled the crew more than he cared to admit. Superstitions were dangerous in close quarters — he’d seen men fall apart over less.

As a soft breeze came his direction, he pushed his hair back, glancing up from the boots. The air felt a little colder to him than usual, something he didn’t really like. As Aramis finished the first boot, he stared at it. He didn’t really know what to think about about the story, that cursed shipwreck. Was it really true, more than often there were just fictional stories to keep pirates from such shipwrecks, mostly because there were some real treasures that others already had their eyes on. Stories that were just made up to scare others away. He didn’t really believe in curses like that, surely there were some helpful things — a sharp dagger or a nice sparkly sword. He would be the last to say no to that.

Taking on the second boot, he made himself busy again. But his mind was still stuck with the shipwreck. He was on Dori's side, they are the captain. Fae probably knew what the crew was getting themselves into, right ? Aramis trusted her completely with the decision. Just taking a look wouldn’t hurt, would it be ? And taking a souvenir with them perhaps ?

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[forestferns]

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jasmine

the carpenter

The Blind Gem.

A rather fitting name considering the story that is attached to this particular ship. It is a very ominous, unusual ship with an equally as strange story attached to it. The shipwreck had been discovered recently and now the question lingers: Is the story true? Word spreads really fast especially in pubs where pirates and sailors will talk and talk about everything. At dinner, beloved Dori had announced that the crew will be heading to the shipwreck of the Blind Jewel. That's what started this whole thing... the tension hanging on the ship that was so suffocating that you can't even breathe right. Even if you're alone, the suffocating air would be there. Dori and Bastien had gotten into a huge argument about going to the shipwreck and quite frankly... Jasmine didn't know whose side to be on. On one hand, a story such as this should be scaring off even the bravest of pirates and sailors. On the other hand, the crew needed an adventure.

When will this tension end? Jasmine hoped it would be soon. She wasn't sure if she would take anything from the supposed cursed shipwreck. She's been cursed enough already with this blinding lycanthropy affliction. Jas didn't need any more of that on her shoulders. But hey, worrying will only make things worse for her. So, to stave off these negative feelings floating about, Jasmine had been busy carving out something special. Nothing much. Just a wood carven sea turtle that she'd been working on for a long time now. It kept her focused and busy. Should she show this off to the other crew members? It might brighten their spirits up a little bit no matter how tense they are.

All she's doing is trying to help. To keep a cool, leveled head in these trying times. The werewolf could've spent her time occupying herself to try and find even the littlest of cracks in the mighty ship. Yes, she can do that later! Wiping some sweat from her forehead with the sleeve of her soft shirt, Jasmine was finally finished with this masterpiece. It is perfect. Magnificent. Gorgeous. And all those other good complimentary words. Pushing back her chair, the werewolf slowly started to stand up from where she had been sitting for who knows how long. Jasmine did a long stretch before picking up the sculpted sea turtle.

Now, her masterpiece can be showed off! Jas exited her room, and she started to come out of her room and going up to the deck of the ship. She hadn't been seen in what could've been who knows how long. Hours maybe? She hadn't been seen since breakfast ended when she had slinked back into her hidey hole. But here she is finally gracing her fellow crew members with her presence. Jasmine came out onto the deck and immediately taking a look around, she saw that she wasn't the only one out here getting some of that sweet, fresh, sea air. That'll do her some good.

Some fresh air and some company until the ship reached the supposed shipwreck. But who should she talk to? That is the question!

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[SavannahSmiles]

sereia

role

The Newbie

location

Swabbing the deck -> Climbing to the Crow's Nest

interactions

Annie { Acear }

mentions

Open

Having lived most of her life alone in an unforgiving ocean, Sereia had learned the hard way when it was time to lay low to avoid detection and this was definitely one of those times. She was almost certain that most, if not all, of the crew aboard the ship had heard the disagreement between the Captain and First Mate in regards to the destination the ship was currently headed towards. Tensions had rose faster than a fog and from the expression she had glimpsed on Bastien's face as he had passed her in the direction of the helm, she did not want to be in the crosshairs of his ire.

So she was doing her best to blend in with the background of the ship, keeping her head down and trying to recall everything she had ever learned about swabbing the deck to avoid drawing attention to herself. This was going to be the best swabbed deck in all of the seas by the time she was done, if it kept her away from Bastien until the heat from the argument with Dori had faded.

But alas, even that activity only lasted so long despite the size of the ship and soon she was left with idle hands. She risked a quick peek towards the helm to determine if it was safe to approach Bastien to ask after another task but she found him engaged in conversation with Rita. This was her chance to escape. Quietly resting the mop and bucket out of the way, she scurried over to the rigging on near silent feet.

Logically she knew she would have to face him at some point when she came back down, she couldn't live forever in the Crow's Nest after all, but that was a problem for future Sereia. Twisting her fingers into the ropes, she began her swift ascent, confidentially placing her feet in the rigging as she climbed upwards. Soon she was popping her head up over the rim of the Nest and directing a bright smile towards it's sole occupant.

"Hi Annie! Need some company?" She waited for confirmation from the other before hauling herself inside, sighing as she leaned against the mast and inhaled a deep breath of the salty sea breeze. "How are things looking up here?"

ocean eyes

billie eilish

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[Grimm]

R

aven was one of the last to leave the tense quarrel, for a lack of better words, with arms crossed as they were the whole time watching from afar, her features stoic. There was no doubt the vampire was loyal to her captain wholeheartedly over the years following fae into many adventures since she was taken in but ... that never made her less anxious, not for herself but for her companions. The dangers of their escapade’s were always a risk she was willing to take, it came with the job she took at sea but the crew meant a lot to her and this risk just seemed too great. Thus her worry wasn't like an oil lamp she could turn off and on at will. It lingered like frostbite and with each contemplative step that her legs took descending below deck, she couldn't shake the feeling of dread. A heavy sigh escaped her lips with slim fingers rubbing at the bridge of her nose as she slipped back into her threshold, the infirmary.

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Standing at the corner of the infirmary with sleeves rolled up to the elbows and deep brown tresses pulled back with a red ribbon, a ways away from the tools and beds they used, Raven heated a crude metal bowl over the bottom half of an oil lamp. In the bowl was a mixture of clay, water, and wood ash to start. A mixed recipe for soap she had adapted from many cultures during her travels before joining the Night Jewel. It did not leave the skin greasy nor did it smell as unappealing as animal fat would. It rather left the skin smooth, refreshed, and clean. The added dried herbs and flowers were just to give it a pleasant fragrance that clung to the skin or medicinal effects depending on what the problem was upon the skin. Across the heavily worn wooden table that looked as if it saw more action than the vampire herself laid a variety of said dried flowers and herbs. Her maroon coat lay discarded on one of the chairs nearby while the woody scent of agarwood hung in the air, releasing from incense that was nearly burnt through. The vampire was too preoccupied to take notice though.

There was a sprinkle of orange blossoms into the bowl followed by a handful of lavender to cut out the fruity smell. It made the scent softer. Then lastly a single root of vetiver was lightly tossed in before she began to knead it with a pestle. A warm and fresh scent began to waft from the contents. Mixed with the lingering agarwood in the air Raven's shoulders began to relax in its warmth. There was a small nod of approvement. What she wouldn't give to bathe herself in this concoction of hers right now.

Though her pastimes brought a clearer mind, Raven couldn't stop her thoughts from wandering back to the blind gem . . . what an odd name for a ship, alluring in her terms. The curiosity was there from tales of riches and venture but it felt as if Dori breezed past the dangers that accompanied such laurels whispered throughout the taverns. With a swift grab, Raven spun one of the chairs around sitting upon it with grace. She crossed her left leg over the right then reached for an old piece of scorched scrap leather used to shield her from searing metal. Something she kept from many of her little lessons in leather work given to her by Cordelia. What in the god's name was awaiting for them at this ghost ship if they were to find it? Her worries weren't for not and it seemed as if she wasn't alone in the matter. Sébastien and the captain's argument earlier was less than favorable and Raven knew the crew felt it more than they may have thought but she agreed with the man's words even if she kept her mouth shut for the time being. "Wha-what foolishness...?!" the vampire vented into the air dumping the clay mixture onto the table a little harder than intended causing her instruments to rattle.

Wincing at her own display of displeasure Raven reigned in her emotions breathing out another sigh, letting her shoulders sag when she exhaled. It was rather odd among vampires to show such human qualities such as breathing but it was the first thing she's ever learned and stuck with her even after death. When one spends their whole life breathing the motions, to her at least, were hard to dispel. The vampire began kneading the mixture with her bare hands now working out her frustrations on it until she formed a solid ball then began breaking little pieces off forming those into smaller spheres. Once finished Raven lined them all into a rectangular wooden box and clasped the lock closed. A feeble metal mechanism that could just be unhatched quickly if need be. Raven stood up abruptly gathering all the leftover dried items into a small satchel attached at the hip cleaning off the table. She snatched up her coat draping it over her arm. Her mind was made up. Once things had cooled down she would address Dori and Sébastien as well as the rest of the crew on a backup plan. With her box and tools in hand, Raven left and began to head towards her sanctum, her quarters for a short stop before heading back upon deck.

"I cannot shake the feeling. . ."

RAVEN AZAR

location:

Infirmiry, her quarters.

outfit:

interactions/mentions:

Sébastien ([URL='https://www.rpnation.com/members/sophocles.84442/']sophocles

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), Dori (forestferns), Cordelia (Fabrikator.Nova)

 

[Acear]

Anemone Rybár

role.

Lookout

mood.

Somewhat hesitant

location.

The Crows Nest

Interactions.

Sereia

tags.

SavannahSmiles

“Eah,” Annie shrugged non-comattaly as she kept her gaze to the open seas ahead, still sitting with her knees to her chest but a bit more relaxed,“Same old, same old. Lots a’ water if you'd believe it?” they grinned, raising an eyebrow as they looked over at Sereia to observe her ration to the quite frankly terrible joke. Before giving Sereia the time to respond Annie swiftly stood and stretched, all this sitting around and not moving was not doing her back any favors.

“If we’re lucky, or unlucky, it shouldn't be more than a couple of days travel left, and that’s with the winds against us.” Annie said, her voice a bit more melancholy than usual. She kept her eyes at the horizon, not wanting to think about the implications of the crew reaching their final destination. She was up here to distract herself from the realities of what waited down on deck, and if they had to guess Sereia was doing the same. Annie hadn’t seen too much of the kid around, mostly because a lot of her time on board was spent up here and her time off board was spent trying to scam drunk sailors out of money, but she seemed to have a good head on her shoulders. Annie could respect that.

After a moment of tense silence Annie turns back to Sereia with a smile on her face. It doesn't quite reach their eyes. “No one has taught you the ropes up here yet I take it?” They say, cocking their head to the side and raising an eyebrow. Both of them could use a distraction about now and if Annie managed to snag some new blood to occasionally take her place in the crows nest she would not complain, “And that's no worries! No worries at all,” Annie continued while clearing their throat, her usual, more playful disposition returning, “That just means that your local, and best, lookout will have to do just that! It might not be the most prestigious position, and I can admit that, but it does move you up in the world, quite literally,” Annie let out a small laugh, clearly a bit too pleased with their own bad joke,
“ So, what d'you say?” They ask, a grin clear on their face and a slight glint in their eyes as they place their hands on Sereias shoulders, awaiting a response.

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