The man had short, wild and mopish hair. His face was smooth, holding only a few solitary freckles. The man was in his late twenties, but his appearance seemed almost of a young adult. He wore a white blouse with black pants. If one had walked past him in the streets, they would have never figured this man for a pirate captain. However, right now, it was perfectly clear that this man was Cathal Lynn. Men were scurrying all about him, loading supplies and cargo onto the rather imposing ship that sat on the waters.Â
"A'! Hurry up ya' damned waifs!" he shouted at them, directing the dozen or two men who were trying to load everything as quickly as possible. There were dozens of crates piled up on the dock. It was clear that the ship was getting ready to leave for a very long voyage.Â
The man turned, narrowing his eyes at the newcomers. He waved a hand to a younger lad who ran over. Cathal whispered something into his ear, and the lad whispered back. Nodding, Cathal ran a hand through his hair, sighing in annoyance. Slowly, he began to approach them. As he got closer, more was visible. He had bags under his eyes, and his very appearance was somewhat sickly.Â
"Are y'all the ones who've been askin' aroun' ab'ut me?"
"A'! Hurry up ya' damned waifs!" he shouted at them, directing the dozen or two men who were trying to load everything as quickly as possible. There were dozens of crates piled up on the dock. It was clear that the ship was getting ready to leave for a very long voyage.Â
The man turned, narrowing his eyes at the newcomers. He waved a hand to a younger lad who ran over. Cathal whispered something into his ear, and the lad whispered back. Nodding, Cathal ran a hand through his hair, sighing in annoyance. Slowly, he began to approach them. As he got closer, more was visible. He had bags under his eyes, and his very appearance was somewhat sickly.Â
"Are y'all the ones who've been askin' aroun' ab'ut me?"
