((This is not a main story post. Just some little stuff to add life to someof the npcs involved inthe plot. Feel free to skip it if not interested))
Sometime after...
The Sunset Chaser had left port, headed out on another journey to acquire valuables. Most pirate ships fired on their target first. The Nice Guy crew had a different approach. They did not become violent unless necessary. In fact, Caer was known to be courteous and gentlemenly to those he targetted. This is how his crew got their name. There they sat, calm winds for the moment, and not a spec on the horizon.
Various lower ranking crew members were on deck, going about their business, with Ringo on watch, and Zozo up in the crows nest. Caer was in his cabin, quill to parchment, plotting who knows what.
"Hey,fellas, anyone seen miss tight-panties?"Â Ringo said, asking the group of sailors nearest him, that were doing some minor repairwork to the deck.
"Ahh, I don't think she likes being called that, Ringo..." One of them answered, looking back at him over his shoulder briefly. He was holding a board steady so another crewman could nail it down,and when he turnedto answer Ringo,he accidentally moved the board just a bit, causing the other mans hand, which had been steadying a nail, to move right as he went to hammer it down.
"Argh! Why'd you go and do that for, idiot!" The man shouted, sucking on the thumb he just smashed and wincing in pain.
The man holding the board looked back. "Oh! S-sorry, Flint. You alright?"
"Do I bloody look alright?! I went and smashed my finger cause of you! Probably broke it." The injured man complained.
"It was an accident! Ringo distracted me!" The accused man answered. "Anyway, gohave doc Greywind take a quick look at it."
Ringo spoke up. "Shuuda ain't on the ship right now. He's still on that assignment for the captain. Won't see him for another week or so at least."
"Oh." The man said, and then turned to his injured friend. "Looks like you'll justhave to suck it up I guess."
"Yeah, yeah... By the way, chef Wolf. First Mate Snoe went out fishin again." The injured man said.
"Fishin, huh? Perfect... That means she'll have to shower and change when she gets back..." Ringo resumed his wandering around the deck, he sighed, waving his arms back and forth in boredom, and started to sing. "Oh wheeeeere is sheeeee, my sweet sweet Roegad-yyyy. Skin so soft, and hair like the seaaaa... Oh wheeeere oh wheeere is sheeeee..."
He was too caught up in his lovelorn lyrics to notice the object of his singing had shown up. Snoe going fishing always meant a skimpy swimsuit, a net, and a spear. She preferred to do it up close andpersonal, and didn't deal with small fish. She went for the big ones. And so she had one. She had gottenback on deck, barely clothed, and dripping wet, carrying her latest catch over her shoulder. A shark that was bigger than she was. She walked closer toRingo, who was facing away. The crewman saw her approaching,and had to stifle their laughter. Snow passed by a pair that were down scrubbingthe deck, and raised her index fingerto her lips as if to say "keep it down." She gave them a wink, and a smug smirk.
"Ohhh whoa whoa whoaaaaa. She has gone to the sea! I can only sit and wait..and wonder when she will comeback to meeeeee~!" Ringo continued, as Snow got right up behind him. He felt the presence behind him.
"Huh?" He said, turning to look, but right as he did, he found himself face to face with the the slightly opened jaws of the shark. "Whaaaa-haaaa!" Ringo shouted, falling back, and scurring onhis bit until he backed against the mast, chest heaving as he fought to compose himself. "What... What what what..." He tried to question.
The shark flopped to the ground, beside its captor, revealing her in her entirety. Shehad a trickle of bloo don her from the wound shje gave the shark, but it didn't bother her much. She wiped her fingers across it, and walked to Ringo, smearing it across his face. "Ringo. You really suck at singing. You know that?" She said, and walked off toward the entrance to the ships galley, which connected to the lower deck. As she got to the door, she turned to Ringo. "And stop starin at me like that, would you? I don't want to have to tear off an appendage." She said, and entered the galley.
"Gods shes amaaaaazing!"Â Ringo exclaimed, causing some of the nearby crewman to shake their heads at their hopeless cook.
Sometime after...
The Sunset Chaser had left port, headed out on another journey to acquire valuables. Most pirate ships fired on their target first. The Nice Guy crew had a different approach. They did not become violent unless necessary. In fact, Caer was known to be courteous and gentlemenly to those he targetted. This is how his crew got their name. There they sat, calm winds for the moment, and not a spec on the horizon.
Various lower ranking crew members were on deck, going about their business, with Ringo on watch, and Zozo up in the crows nest. Caer was in his cabin, quill to parchment, plotting who knows what.
"Hey,fellas, anyone seen miss tight-panties?"Â Ringo said, asking the group of sailors nearest him, that were doing some minor repairwork to the deck.
"Ahh, I don't think she likes being called that, Ringo..." One of them answered, looking back at him over his shoulder briefly. He was holding a board steady so another crewman could nail it down,and when he turnedto answer Ringo,he accidentally moved the board just a bit, causing the other mans hand, which had been steadying a nail, to move right as he went to hammer it down.
"Argh! Why'd you go and do that for, idiot!" The man shouted, sucking on the thumb he just smashed and wincing in pain.
The man holding the board looked back. "Oh! S-sorry, Flint. You alright?"
"Do I bloody look alright?! I went and smashed my finger cause of you! Probably broke it." The injured man complained.
"It was an accident! Ringo distracted me!" The accused man answered. "Anyway, gohave doc Greywind take a quick look at it."
Ringo spoke up. "Shuuda ain't on the ship right now. He's still on that assignment for the captain. Won't see him for another week or so at least."
"Oh." The man said, and then turned to his injured friend. "Looks like you'll justhave to suck it up I guess."
"Yeah, yeah... By the way, chef Wolf. First Mate Snoe went out fishin again." The injured man said.
"Fishin, huh? Perfect... That means she'll have to shower and change when she gets back..." Ringo resumed his wandering around the deck, he sighed, waving his arms back and forth in boredom, and started to sing. "Oh wheeeeere is sheeeee, my sweet sweet Roegad-yyyy. Skin so soft, and hair like the seaaaa... Oh wheeeere oh wheeere is sheeeee..."
He was too caught up in his lovelorn lyrics to notice the object of his singing had shown up. Snoe going fishing always meant a skimpy swimsuit, a net, and a spear. She preferred to do it up close andpersonal, and didn't deal with small fish. She went for the big ones. And so she had one. She had gottenback on deck, barely clothed, and dripping wet, carrying her latest catch over her shoulder. A shark that was bigger than she was. She walked closer toRingo, who was facing away. The crewman saw her approaching,and had to stifle their laughter. Snow passed by a pair that were down scrubbingthe deck, and raised her index fingerto her lips as if to say "keep it down." She gave them a wink, and a smug smirk.
"Ohhh whoa whoa whoaaaaa. She has gone to the sea! I can only sit and wait..and wonder when she will comeback to meeeeee~!" Ringo continued, as Snow got right up behind him. He felt the presence behind him.
"Huh?" He said, turning to look, but right as he did, he found himself face to face with the the slightly opened jaws of the shark. "Whaaaa-haaaa!" Ringo shouted, falling back, and scurring onhis bit until he backed against the mast, chest heaving as he fought to compose himself. "What... What what what..." He tried to question.
The shark flopped to the ground, beside its captor, revealing her in her entirety. Shehad a trickle of bloo don her from the wound shje gave the shark, but it didn't bother her much. She wiped her fingers across it, and walked to Ringo, smearing it across his face. "Ringo. You really suck at singing. You know that?" She said, and walked off toward the entrance to the ships galley, which connected to the lower deck. As she got to the door, she turned to Ringo. "And stop starin at me like that, would you? I don't want to have to tear off an appendage." She said, and entered the galley.
"Gods shes amaaaaazing!"Â Ringo exclaimed, causing some of the nearby crewman to shake their heads at their hopeless cook.
Theodric Gray