It was perhaps one of the most lighthearted and best moments on the ship for the Sharlayan crew in the midst of their eight day voyage. There was not a second in the entire ordeal where they could afford to keep their eyes off of the Captain and her crew leering at her experience.
Forty-three had resorted to burping out the same kinds of statements over and over again. The phrases of oh dear and goodness gracious were liberally used, as well as adjusting his glasses due to the contorts of his face as a result of the surprise he felt in witnessing the act.
Jonathan was the only crew member that continued to eat, but it could not stop him from smirking from one corner of his lips to another. Even a snort escaped him once or twice. He seemed to stare at his food about as much as he stared at the Captain, his mind winding back in time when he had a wife. He remembered the smell of roasted garlic and onions on a simple cooking pot laced with butter. He remembered her bickering about her looking good for the public’s eye. These women issues reminded him of her. His eyes simmered in a reflection of both happiness and sadness.
Ryanti had been silently rubbing his index finger and his thumb together as he witnessed the aftermath of what had happened. The feeling of witnessing the entire crew come down; to see them cheer and laugh and even sing implanted his gut with a warm feeling. There was a little bit of pain in that feeling, but it was only because he was not used to it. He had never felt like he belonged anywhere, shifting from place to place and bouncing back and forth in-between one situation after another. There had never been a sense that he was supposed to be part of the moment. He never felt that he fit in anywhere. Yet even though he was not the best at fitting in with sailors, he felt like he belonged in the moment, and to witness this happen made him feel like smiling. So he did.
Eighty-five had held her firm composure through it all. She was hell-bent on teaching the Captain a little lesson about looking her part. She did not give a marmot’s ass what rank the woman was. In her mind, issues about feminine upkeep transcended all races and creeds, and for Thal’s sake SOMEONE had to say SOMETHING about it eventually. Though she upheld this composure even with the pirate lord’s little tune, she finally lost it when Sounsyy decided to get up and take action. She covered her lips with a giggle and stomped her foot a few times upon the deck to shake off her fits.
“Looks good Eighty-five.†Jonathan mused, stuffing his mouth with a bit more bite before speaking through his chewing. His words were short, but honest and rather serious to die down the teasing a little bit. “Turned the ma’am into a madam, you did. Well at least one step of the way.â€
“Well, she won’t be throwing a boot Susuroon’s way, that’s for sure. If she even makes an attempt to I’ll protect the poor creature.†Eighty-five mused, shifting her weight so that she leaned more towards and in front of the Qiqirin. She had her arms crossed, and her lips in a curled grin. “And don’t underestimate me, they called me the Champion Bootlegger in my last job, and that title involves the word ‘boot’ so don’t try it!â€
Ryanti had been sitting there the whole time, playing with his food more so than taking any kind of bites. He had glanced a few times at her hair after Eighty-five had styled it up. He had never seen her hair like that before since he had introduced himself to her. Even when he had ran into her outside of Ul’Dah’s city limits she was sporting that same ponytail that he saw on her this morning.
He had grown rather timid and quiet since all of the commotion. It was a trait unlike him when he was in his normal spirits. Being there for the crew’s warm little moment was not the only emotion he was wrestling with. He felt that he couldn’t look at her while feeling them. Not for too long. Or else she would have the chance to look back. He was afraid of what she would see in him if she did look back during that moment. Afraid of whether or not she would see the expression a boy or a man.
He remembered times when she had hair like that… it was long ago, when she was in the Bloodsands. He didn’t know whether or not the times she did have her hair styled up in every which way were done by Sounsyy herself, or by someone else, but he could recall those images of her. Back then though, he was glancing from afar as part of a mob of individuals that he was sure she would have never picked him out from. Even if he would have screamed at the top of his lungs. Not now, though. Not anymore.
He wanted to complement her on the hair, but he had a feeling that Sounsyy disliked complements about her body or... anything about it, really. A trait that he felt he might share with her.
He wanted to bring up his memories of the times where she did have her hair like that, but he did not know whether or not it was a matter of his past that she intended to keep private. So what would be the right thing to say, then? What would be right?
“You know what she looks like, actually? With her hair like that?†Ryanti finally murmured, which temporarily distracted the Sharlayan crew from the Captain’s attention to him. He paused for a moment, shifting his posture a little bit so that he could glance at her from afar after those emotions subsided, in part because he found a solution of what to say. Eighty-five reacted with a little “Hm? What?†before Ryanti spoke again.
“She reminds me of one of those… warriors from the Bloodsands. The kind that you would put on flyers around town where I’m from. The type that would be as strong as a brown bear and tough as nails yet graceful besides. One that despite all that would never let anyone forget that she was a woman. Especially in the minds of star struck fools. I think she looks like one of those.â€
So far, Ryanti and his unit displayed their ability to tie their dreams together with reality. Well now, Ryanti was tying reality into a dream. Telling her how he felt without making anyone else the wiser. A hidden smile was left on his lips after his judgement.
“A rather suiting description of her presence with that look.†Forty-three agreed. “A presence that a Captain would favor to have, I do say.â€
“Ooo, you mean like a femme fatal?†Eighty-five suggested, placing a finger or two upon her chin as she pondered in thought. “Yeeeaahhh, Captain’s definitely that! One of those badass anti-heroes that you read in books and stuff. Shite yeah! Though she’s obviously more into water than sand y’loser!†She mentioned, making a sour face in jest at Ryanti, who just gave her a little shrug. “Alright you two.†Jonathan worded like an older brother would.
He cleared his throat to emphasize the point and stood up with a cleaned plate and a clean glass that had been drunk in full unlike the other two. “We will need some time to clean our equipment this morning. It’s very important that the salt from the air in these parts don’t contaminate the usefulness of our gadgets. They’re very prone to going back from a lack of maintenance. I trust you can let us have access to it. I do not wish the other eyes of this crew to look upon it.â€
Forty-three had resorted to burping out the same kinds of statements over and over again. The phrases of oh dear and goodness gracious were liberally used, as well as adjusting his glasses due to the contorts of his face as a result of the surprise he felt in witnessing the act.
Jonathan was the only crew member that continued to eat, but it could not stop him from smirking from one corner of his lips to another. Even a snort escaped him once or twice. He seemed to stare at his food about as much as he stared at the Captain, his mind winding back in time when he had a wife. He remembered the smell of roasted garlic and onions on a simple cooking pot laced with butter. He remembered her bickering about her looking good for the public’s eye. These women issues reminded him of her. His eyes simmered in a reflection of both happiness and sadness.
Ryanti had been silently rubbing his index finger and his thumb together as he witnessed the aftermath of what had happened. The feeling of witnessing the entire crew come down; to see them cheer and laugh and even sing implanted his gut with a warm feeling. There was a little bit of pain in that feeling, but it was only because he was not used to it. He had never felt like he belonged anywhere, shifting from place to place and bouncing back and forth in-between one situation after another. There had never been a sense that he was supposed to be part of the moment. He never felt that he fit in anywhere. Yet even though he was not the best at fitting in with sailors, he felt like he belonged in the moment, and to witness this happen made him feel like smiling. So he did.
Eighty-five had held her firm composure through it all. She was hell-bent on teaching the Captain a little lesson about looking her part. She did not give a marmot’s ass what rank the woman was. In her mind, issues about feminine upkeep transcended all races and creeds, and for Thal’s sake SOMEONE had to say SOMETHING about it eventually. Though she upheld this composure even with the pirate lord’s little tune, she finally lost it when Sounsyy decided to get up and take action. She covered her lips with a giggle and stomped her foot a few times upon the deck to shake off her fits.
“Looks good Eighty-five.†Jonathan mused, stuffing his mouth with a bit more bite before speaking through his chewing. His words were short, but honest and rather serious to die down the teasing a little bit. “Turned the ma’am into a madam, you did. Well at least one step of the way.â€
“Well, she won’t be throwing a boot Susuroon’s way, that’s for sure. If she even makes an attempt to I’ll protect the poor creature.†Eighty-five mused, shifting her weight so that she leaned more towards and in front of the Qiqirin. She had her arms crossed, and her lips in a curled grin. “And don’t underestimate me, they called me the Champion Bootlegger in my last job, and that title involves the word ‘boot’ so don’t try it!â€
Ryanti had been sitting there the whole time, playing with his food more so than taking any kind of bites. He had glanced a few times at her hair after Eighty-five had styled it up. He had never seen her hair like that before since he had introduced himself to her. Even when he had ran into her outside of Ul’Dah’s city limits she was sporting that same ponytail that he saw on her this morning.
He had grown rather timid and quiet since all of the commotion. It was a trait unlike him when he was in his normal spirits. Being there for the crew’s warm little moment was not the only emotion he was wrestling with. He felt that he couldn’t look at her while feeling them. Not for too long. Or else she would have the chance to look back. He was afraid of what she would see in him if she did look back during that moment. Afraid of whether or not she would see the expression a boy or a man.
He remembered times when she had hair like that… it was long ago, when she was in the Bloodsands. He didn’t know whether or not the times she did have her hair styled up in every which way were done by Sounsyy herself, or by someone else, but he could recall those images of her. Back then though, he was glancing from afar as part of a mob of individuals that he was sure she would have never picked him out from. Even if he would have screamed at the top of his lungs. Not now, though. Not anymore.
He wanted to complement her on the hair, but he had a feeling that Sounsyy disliked complements about her body or... anything about it, really. A trait that he felt he might share with her.
He wanted to bring up his memories of the times where she did have her hair like that, but he did not know whether or not it was a matter of his past that she intended to keep private. So what would be the right thing to say, then? What would be right?
“You know what she looks like, actually? With her hair like that?†Ryanti finally murmured, which temporarily distracted the Sharlayan crew from the Captain’s attention to him. He paused for a moment, shifting his posture a little bit so that he could glance at her from afar after those emotions subsided, in part because he found a solution of what to say. Eighty-five reacted with a little “Hm? What?†before Ryanti spoke again.
“She reminds me of one of those… warriors from the Bloodsands. The kind that you would put on flyers around town where I’m from. The type that would be as strong as a brown bear and tough as nails yet graceful besides. One that despite all that would never let anyone forget that she was a woman. Especially in the minds of star struck fools. I think she looks like one of those.â€
So far, Ryanti and his unit displayed their ability to tie their dreams together with reality. Well now, Ryanti was tying reality into a dream. Telling her how he felt without making anyone else the wiser. A hidden smile was left on his lips after his judgement.
“A rather suiting description of her presence with that look.†Forty-three agreed. “A presence that a Captain would favor to have, I do say.â€
“Ooo, you mean like a femme fatal?†Eighty-five suggested, placing a finger or two upon her chin as she pondered in thought. “Yeeeaahhh, Captain’s definitely that! One of those badass anti-heroes that you read in books and stuff. Shite yeah! Though she’s obviously more into water than sand y’loser!†She mentioned, making a sour face in jest at Ryanti, who just gave her a little shrug. “Alright you two.†Jonathan worded like an older brother would.
He cleared his throat to emphasize the point and stood up with a cleaned plate and a clean glass that had been drunk in full unlike the other two. “We will need some time to clean our equipment this morning. It’s very important that the salt from the air in these parts don’t contaminate the usefulness of our gadgets. They’re very prone to going back from a lack of maintenance. I trust you can let us have access to it. I do not wish the other eyes of this crew to look upon it.â€