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Post by Seaver Caln on Aug 2, 2013 10:08:40 GMT -6
“No, no ye ent gonna get far.”
Seaver put the pipe back in his mouth and pulled on it for a long moment, thinking of what to say. A tittle o’ truth tah soften the lies, huh? He blew out the smoke slowly, letting it fill the air.
“Ah’m more accustomed tah seas than land, but one cahn’t exactly be called a sailor when ‘e ent got no ship.”
Here Seaver blew out another puff of smoke and shaped it into two vessels on water. They battled momentarily, shooting white, semi-transparent cannonballs at each other, until one was hit broadside. As a result, the side of the ship practically exploded before the craft began to sink. Once it was completely engulfed by the waterline, Seaver let the image go and it turned into a cloudy haze over the table.
The jaguarundi knew it was his own fault he didn’t have a ship at the moment, but ever since The Sea Hawk sunk, Seaver had never really considered himself to be a part of another ship’s crew. Yes, he had worked with them, but nothing more.
“Ah s’pose Ah’ll ‘ave tah try out meh land legs again.” He sniffed momentarily (what was that scent?) then let out a fake wistful sigh and glanced over at Marie. The other cat wasn’t looking at Seaver’s face but rather… his ears?
Ohh, so this is why yer talkin’ tah meh, eh? Ye want mah rings. Well just ye try; ye ent the first tah want ‘em an’ ye ent gonna be the last either.
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Arland
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First mate onboard the Barracuda.
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Post by Arland on Aug 3, 2013 19:06:38 GMT -6
Arland snapped out of his reverie, in time to hear the smaller feline finish speaking: "Ah s'pose so," he said, with a smile. "Ahm sure ye could fin' yerself a decent crew, though. Not here- these felin's..." (deliberate play on "felons"- aha, I'm so witty; he thought); "...well; there ain't really much to 'em. But t'ere are certain places where t' captains tend to congregate."
Congregate? What's with the fancy talk, Arland? Anyone would think you were a fox.
He looked at the jaguarundi (I mean, what else could this pipsqueak be?); and turned over one paw.
"Ah s'pose you knew tha' already; though."
(ooc: Woo, onto page two! xD Also, dang, you be good at the silly cat voice. xD).
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Post by Seaver Caln on Aug 4, 2013 15:05:47 GMT -6
Seaver smiled and chuckled at Marie’s play on words. His free paw unconsciously went down to his belt and he began to finger the pommel of his knife in thoughtfulness. ’E definitely knows somethin’ ‘bout the sailors ‘round ‘ere. Got a good eye too. No, ‘e ent no common sailor. Then again, ‘e is from The Barracuda.
“No, not ‘ere. These uns ent worth the trouble. Get ye killed with their stupidity ‘fore ye get paid.”
He met the snow leopard’s gaze then shook his head. “Ah ent gonna go beggin’ fer a job if tha’s wha’cher thinkin’, frien’. Ah got more sense than tha’.”
(OoC: Forgive the shortness. Haha thanks. xD Silly cat voice hehe.)
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Arland
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First mate onboard the Barracuda.
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Post by Arland on Aug 9, 2013 2:11:12 GMT -6
Arland smiled in response.
"Nay, ah didn' expec' ye t'. I'takes a very bold or very stupid felin' t' try summin like tha'."
To be fair; that wasn't entirely false. Arland had witnessed a few bold or stupid (often both) creatures approach Ren, in his time. Some of them had been successful, and some of them had not. At least one of them had ended up tied to the rigging in the middle of a hailstorm...but that was another thing entirely.
"Ah wish ye luck, then," he said with a smile. "It can be a dangerous life, on these here shores."
Or so he heard. For all he knew, the place was all sunshine and peaches when he wasn't around. It didn't seem overly likely, though. There were just too many pigheads around for that to be the case.
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Post by Seaver Caln on Sept 1, 2013 17:39:15 GMT -6
Seaver smiled back, momentarily wishing that Marie hadn’t gone and knocked his cup over. He wanted something strong to drink, but this little pub was far to over-priced to buy another one; especially when he needed to keep his pay for something far more important, like food to keep the hunger at bay later on.
“Why thankee. And aye, it can be dang’rous fer them who ent used tah it. But it’s not so dang’rous as life a’ sea. Ah ought tah know tha’.” Know it very well.
The jaguarundi took the knife from his belt and began to play with it absentmindedly. He did need to find a ship, and he needed to find one soon. No, he wasn’t about to go begging—that was far below him—but asking wasn’t that bad. Maybe if he asked Ren, the puma would give him a job. Or maybe not.
Whatever happened though, Seaver would endure. After all that’s what he was: a survivor.
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