In a few short moments the Phoenix Flame's newest passenger was safely onboard, but not before her rower had exchanged a few colorful words with her. Desmond was amused at how effectively the little blonde Miqo'te reciprocated the language. Once the rowboat was out of earshot, she scanned the ship and finding him watching, favored him with a smile and a wave in thanks from across the deck. Desmond returned the gesture.
And with that, they were under way. After a time, the Captain addressed the passengers about payment. Being from a merchant family, Desmond knew he must get his own accounts settled before the struggle over gil made the Phoenix Flame a less amenable hostess.
Desmond pulled a small cloth sack from his belt. It jingled softly as he passed it from one hand to the other, weighing it's contents. Stepping up, he cleared his throat to get the Captain's attention.
"Captain," he began as he walked up to the bearded Elezen, " I have a fair amount of gil for passage here, in my own humble opinion." Desmond eyed the Captain, whose face was a mask of graciousness, yet he did not offer a reply, instead implying Desmond shouldn't be done speaking. "As I said ashore, I can also offer my sword-arm should the need arise. I was given to understand pirates are a chronic problem." With that he bowed his head slightly and meeting the Captain's gaze with his own, held out the little bag in his outstretched palm.
And with that, they were under way. After a time, the Captain addressed the passengers about payment. Being from a merchant family, Desmond knew he must get his own accounts settled before the struggle over gil made the Phoenix Flame a less amenable hostess.
Desmond pulled a small cloth sack from his belt. It jingled softly as he passed it from one hand to the other, weighing it's contents. Stepping up, he cleared his throat to get the Captain's attention.
"Captain," he began as he walked up to the bearded Elezen, " I have a fair amount of gil for passage here, in my own humble opinion." Desmond eyed the Captain, whose face was a mask of graciousness, yet he did not offer a reply, instead implying Desmond shouldn't be done speaking. "As I said ashore, I can also offer my sword-arm should the need arise. I was given to understand pirates are a chronic problem." With that he bowed his head slightly and meeting the Captain's gaze with his own, held out the little bag in his outstretched palm.
