01-22-2012, 07:08 PM
Tal shifted his weight as he stood, starting to wish he had something like a box to sit on. Or that somebody might come up wanting to take the offer the captain had put out. He really wasn't particular on which, but seeing as there was no box or barrel...
"Silvia, do ye think anyone'll want to sail with us?" he asked the quartermaster, brushing hair out of his eyes. The humidity seemed to make it unmanageable some days, and he had the stray thought of tying it back. "Seems like an odd thing to do."
He caught the sound of a door on the ship, and looked over his shoulder to see the captain standing on deck, shrugging as he turned his attention back to the crowded docks.
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Pre'acha'n stood on the other side of the crowd from the Tempest, nervousness magnified by the looks of some of the people in said crowd. But he had the money for that ride on the Red Tempest, and was determined to make it to the ship. He could see it, the red hull did stand out, but he couldn't see anyone on board through the crowd in front of them. "Ah, perhaps they are standing in front of it?" he asked himself, trying to see through the mass of bodies, to no avail. "Have to go through..." With thoughts of seeing life on the ocean held firmly in his mind, he dove into the crowd, aiming for the unusual sails and red hull of the ship.
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