Name: Rhianwen
Age: 17 1/2

Name: Stille Coy Blanchefleur
Age:15
Gender: Male
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Tidbit: Stille is deaf. Uses sign language. (Thought that'd be nice to point out right away.)

(Who should start?)

((You can if you'd like.))

Stille walks around the deck, cleaning up, as ordered by his captain. He glances out to sea as he does, trying to see if he can figure out where they are. He pauses in cleaning to go closer to the edge.

"Have you finished the cleaning yet boy?" asked the captain, looking at the boy he almost considered a son. Arms folded across his chest, he shook his head at the lad and pulled him back forcefully, not wanting Stille to fall off the edge.

Elsewhere....

All seemed quiet and peaceful in the small but well-off town nestled between the mountains and the cliffs leading to the open sea. Children were laughing gaily and running around as most youngster's do. Mothers and other married women did chores and various jobs while discussing the lastest news from the borders on the other side of the mountains. Men were out fishing or mining. It seemed like an ordinary day.

Skirt hiked up, a young woman cursed the impractical garment as she hopped along the rocks, looking for the nets that were intended for capturing shellfish. Lobsters, clams, oysters, it didn't matter, they were a delacasy that could be sold to neighboring countries and cities for a decent price.

Little did she, or anyone else for that matter, know that there was something approaching. Coming from the sea that they regarded their home.

Stille flails at the grabbing. "Almost, sir," he signs carefully. He glances at the sea again. "Where are we, exactly?" He looks merely curious and keeps looking at the sea. He's good at knowing those things, in familiar areas anyway. But here he's at a loss.

(Are we still doing this, and the other one?)