Sounsyy woke late the next morning, roused from slumber by dreams of deep, dark seas and haunting voices. She was sweating some as she pulled her head away from the armchair's cushy surface. She felt a slight chill, despite the air in her cabin being quite warm. The sun had risen no more than an hour before, and outside, Sounsyy could hear some of her crew were awake and taking over to the daylight shift.
She pulled her hair up into a lazy bun while she still sat in her chair. She stretched quietly before moving over to her vanity. She recalled the stool had been moved, so she retrieved it and sat before the mirror and looked herself over. Her bare skin looked paler than normal in the soft morning light. With a cautious hand, she probed one of the three bandages around her right clavicle only to wince some and withdraw. The wound may not have been so tender if it hadn't been inflicted to a previous spear wound, Sounsyy reasoned to herself.
Satisfied, she returned to her desk and began retrieving the bits of her armor that she had left where they lay the night before. The half-empty bottle still sat near the edge of her desk. She took a quick swig of wine before moving to deposit the armor into her armoire. Once her armor was hung, she withdrew a set of plainclothes to wear for the day. A light brown forager's vest, her black tights she had slept in, and a pair of short leather boots. With her hair affixed in some manner and now fully clothed, she made her way out of her cabin, locking the door behind her.
"Cap'n on deck!"
"At ease," she answered naturally, "Status?"
P'welro and Marjanie approached while the rest of the crew returned to their morning tasks. Marjanie began, "Fhruhsunn has the helm. We made good time - we will be past Bloodshore within the hour, Yafaem by mid-afternoon."
"Good, get some grub and shuteye. Ye've earned it. P'welro, what news from the Coral Tower?"
"'Mander 'stablished communication wit patrols north on our route. Word is all clear northwards. Buh we'll be on our own once we reach open sea."
Sounsyy nodded and both women saluted and returned to their tasks. Marjanie gave Fhruhsunn, who was standing stoically at the helm, a short wave before going below decks. P'welro made her way to the bow to assist with the sails, where two other sailors were coaxing lines from their earlier positions. Two others were checking off the cannons, ensuring the cannon's motions were fluid and unhindered by fixation. A large crate of cannonballs was strapped to the planks at the foot of each cannon. These were also inventoried.
"Keep course, Fhruhsunn," Sounsyy called up to the silent Roegadyn. The man replied with a short nod, keeping both hands upon Roehmerl's wheel. It looked almost small in his hands. Fhruhsunn returned his gaze ahead and started humming some old sea shanty only he knew. This brought a short smile to Sounsyy's lips, driving the dream from her mind for a time. She descended below deck and into the infirmary.
The infirmary was empty at this hour, so Sounsyy moved forwards through the gun deck. Most of the cots in the bunk bay were empty, owing to a shift change still being in progress. Many were down in the mess, getting in a quick meal before the day's work or rest. Sounsyy would head there too, after checking in on the private quarters. Berasaem stood beside the door as she had the night before, though now a Lalafellin marauder stood at attention on the opposite side of the door. The Lalafell was dressed much in the same manner as Berasaem, though in place of the Roegadyn's bardiche, the Lalafell possessed a mammon pickaxe, in the style of the hecatoncheires'.
"Morning Berasaem, Pamido Wolmido."
"Mornin' Cap'n!" The two answered softly together, so as not to rouse those inside. Berasaem then gave her report, "All quiet this morning from our cargo. Quartermaster brought around some clothes, so I set them just inside the door fer them."
"Yer dismissed then, lass. Go get some rest," Sounsyy said, "Pamido Wolmido, see to it that they're fed when they get up."
Berasaem gave up the key to the Plainsfolk and made her way through to the armory to change out of her armor. Sounsyy followed close behind through the door then turned to descend into the Mess. A savory aroma drifted up the stairs and Sounsyy inhaled deep. The Mess was quite busy at this hour, servicing eight others of the crew at the moment. The empty crates that had occupied the stair-side wall the night before had been pulled into the middle of the room to form various tables. A group of three, of which Marjanie was one of, sat at one of these. While three others sat at the long bar counter that ran the length of the starboard mid-ship wall. Behind the counter, the kindly figure of the ship's medic, Cwaenlona Eifagohtawyn stood talking to the group sitting at the counter.
Sounsyy took the first seat at the bar, closest to the stairs and the galley. Cwaenlona broke off her chatter and moved to stand in front of her Captain. She looked Sounsyy up and down but said nothing.
"Must I even needs ask what's fer breakfast?" Sounsyy said, giving a short laugh. Cwaenlona shook her head, saying with some measure of exasperation, "He's gotten all excited at the notion of guests aboard. He's been preparing a veritable feast since the early hours. A moment, Captain, and I'll let him know you're up."
"Just so long as he doesn't run through all of our food stores," Sounsyy retorted with a mix of seriousness and amusement. Cwaenlona laughed and disappeared into the galley, returning a moment later with a plate piled high with scrambled apkallu eggs. Thin strips of dodo breast had been breaded and baked, as well, and mixed into the eggs. A biscuit crowned the pile of eggs. Sounsyy didn't waste a moment to dive into the meal, pausing only to make conversation with the Roegadyn medic in between mouthfuls.
She pulled her hair up into a lazy bun while she still sat in her chair. She stretched quietly before moving over to her vanity. She recalled the stool had been moved, so she retrieved it and sat before the mirror and looked herself over. Her bare skin looked paler than normal in the soft morning light. With a cautious hand, she probed one of the three bandages around her right clavicle only to wince some and withdraw. The wound may not have been so tender if it hadn't been inflicted to a previous spear wound, Sounsyy reasoned to herself.
Satisfied, she returned to her desk and began retrieving the bits of her armor that she had left where they lay the night before. The half-empty bottle still sat near the edge of her desk. She took a quick swig of wine before moving to deposit the armor into her armoire. Once her armor was hung, she withdrew a set of plainclothes to wear for the day. A light brown forager's vest, her black tights she had slept in, and a pair of short leather boots. With her hair affixed in some manner and now fully clothed, she made her way out of her cabin, locking the door behind her.
"Cap'n on deck!"
"At ease," she answered naturally, "Status?"
P'welro and Marjanie approached while the rest of the crew returned to their morning tasks. Marjanie began, "Fhruhsunn has the helm. We made good time - we will be past Bloodshore within the hour, Yafaem by mid-afternoon."
"Good, get some grub and shuteye. Ye've earned it. P'welro, what news from the Coral Tower?"
"'Mander 'stablished communication wit patrols north on our route. Word is all clear northwards. Buh we'll be on our own once we reach open sea."
Sounsyy nodded and both women saluted and returned to their tasks. Marjanie gave Fhruhsunn, who was standing stoically at the helm, a short wave before going below decks. P'welro made her way to the bow to assist with the sails, where two other sailors were coaxing lines from their earlier positions. Two others were checking off the cannons, ensuring the cannon's motions were fluid and unhindered by fixation. A large crate of cannonballs was strapped to the planks at the foot of each cannon. These were also inventoried.
"Keep course, Fhruhsunn," Sounsyy called up to the silent Roegadyn. The man replied with a short nod, keeping both hands upon Roehmerl's wheel. It looked almost small in his hands. Fhruhsunn returned his gaze ahead and started humming some old sea shanty only he knew. This brought a short smile to Sounsyy's lips, driving the dream from her mind for a time. She descended below deck and into the infirmary.
The infirmary was empty at this hour, so Sounsyy moved forwards through the gun deck. Most of the cots in the bunk bay were empty, owing to a shift change still being in progress. Many were down in the mess, getting in a quick meal before the day's work or rest. Sounsyy would head there too, after checking in on the private quarters. Berasaem stood beside the door as she had the night before, though now a Lalafellin marauder stood at attention on the opposite side of the door. The Lalafell was dressed much in the same manner as Berasaem, though in place of the Roegadyn's bardiche, the Lalafell possessed a mammon pickaxe, in the style of the hecatoncheires'.
"Morning Berasaem, Pamido Wolmido."
"Mornin' Cap'n!" The two answered softly together, so as not to rouse those inside. Berasaem then gave her report, "All quiet this morning from our cargo. Quartermaster brought around some clothes, so I set them just inside the door fer them."
"Yer dismissed then, lass. Go get some rest," Sounsyy said, "Pamido Wolmido, see to it that they're fed when they get up."
Berasaem gave up the key to the Plainsfolk and made her way through to the armory to change out of her armor. Sounsyy followed close behind through the door then turned to descend into the Mess. A savory aroma drifted up the stairs and Sounsyy inhaled deep. The Mess was quite busy at this hour, servicing eight others of the crew at the moment. The empty crates that had occupied the stair-side wall the night before had been pulled into the middle of the room to form various tables. A group of three, of which Marjanie was one of, sat at one of these. While three others sat at the long bar counter that ran the length of the starboard mid-ship wall. Behind the counter, the kindly figure of the ship's medic, Cwaenlona Eifagohtawyn stood talking to the group sitting at the counter.
Sounsyy took the first seat at the bar, closest to the stairs and the galley. Cwaenlona broke off her chatter and moved to stand in front of her Captain. She looked Sounsyy up and down but said nothing.
"Must I even needs ask what's fer breakfast?" Sounsyy said, giving a short laugh. Cwaenlona shook her head, saying with some measure of exasperation, "He's gotten all excited at the notion of guests aboard. He's been preparing a veritable feast since the early hours. A moment, Captain, and I'll let him know you're up."
"Just so long as he doesn't run through all of our food stores," Sounsyy retorted with a mix of seriousness and amusement. Cwaenlona laughed and disappeared into the galley, returning a moment later with a plate piled high with scrambled apkallu eggs. Thin strips of dodo breast had been breaded and baked, as well, and mixed into the eggs. A biscuit crowned the pile of eggs. Sounsyy didn't waste a moment to dive into the meal, pausing only to make conversation with the Roegadyn medic in between mouthfuls.