05-10-2012, 01:25 AM
"We look for land today, m'love." Ryek flashed Belle a brilliant smile before he opened his door and stepped out of his cabin. That door closed behind him, Ryek took a few steps away then turned back to the door. He opened it and popped his head back in. "You'll always be my favorite." Then Ryek was gone, the door closed behind him and he was making his way across the deck. His hair blew in the light breeze as he made his way towards the prow. Shouting out things to his crew as he passed them. Mostly crude jokes, or so it would seem as they laughed loudly at the things he said.
Two members of his crew came rushing up to him once they laid their eyes on his figure. A hand print on both their cheeks and Ryek could guess at who had done that. Gemma. And so it would seem was correct, as the men spoke angrily and hurried French at the captain. Ryek watched, only somewhat amused, and then he drew his hand back and slapped them both, open handed on the opposite cheek that Gemma had hit. So now the two had hand prints on both cheeks. Ryek scolded them in French. His crew knew better than to bother a woman that they hadn't been given permission to bother. They rushed away and Ryek soon found Gemma with his eyes.
He approached her from behind, slipped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder. His lips mere centimeters from her ear. "Giving my crew a hard time, are you?" Amusement laced his voice, he didn't sound angry or upset. In fact, Ryek seemed to be in a very good mood this morning.
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