Post by cremuex on Dec 14, 2015 23:20:23 GMT -5
Cremuex was humming to herself as she peeled some potatoes for the days lunch- the crew wasn't exceptionally big, it was reasonably small for such a voyage. She'd heard that they were going to Amazon Lily, though she honestly doubted that such a place existed, even so, they would need to make land fall somewhere... eventually. She'd lost some of her original enthusiasm. She'd never left home before and being offered a position as a ships cook was so exciting at first she hadn't really thought it through properly and just jumped aboard with her usual high spirits and geniality.
And then- suddenly! Nothing happened. But it happened suddenly mind you.
The ship wasn't swaying back and forth as she'd grown accustomed to over the few weeks at sea, and it certainly didn't feel like they'd been stopped by a collision. They couldn't have reached an island or there would have been more turbulence leading up to it. She closed her eyes and strained her ears, attempting to hear as best she could to figure out what was going on above deck. She sighed as she opened her eyes, putting down her kitchen knife and brushing the peel aside before lightly dropping it into the half filled sink of water with the other spuds. She rinsed her hands off in the skin and left the kitchen, wiping her hands on her cooking apron and pushing open the door that lead to the deck with her hip.
It took her a few seconds with a cursory glance to find Zenit, the photographer and sharp shooter seemed to fit into the look out's role rather well, and if he didn't move, you could almost look right past him without noticing that he was there.
"Anything wrong?" She called out to Zenit, a slight hint of concern in her voice. As she looked out to the sea she was thankful that another ship hadn't come upon them, at least from what she could see. She went over to the side of the boat where she had wrapped one of the corners of her fishing net. She un-hooked it and pulled the corner so that it gathered up the rest of the netting, following it around to the front and then the other side. She pulled on the net and could tell that they'd at least caught a meal or so based on the resistance. She spun the edges of the net and hoisted it over her shoulder, pulling it up as she backed away from the railing.
She looked over her haul - A few sea bass and red snappers. That would make a workable meal at least. Then she remembered why she'd come up to the deck in the first place. She wasn't a navigator by any means, but even she could tell that no breeze and no currents would make the trip even more difficult. The body guard that had joined them wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, but thankfully they were strong, they might have to row for a bit of the way, but at least they wouldn't drift off course.
And then- suddenly! Nothing happened. But it happened suddenly mind you.
The ship wasn't swaying back and forth as she'd grown accustomed to over the few weeks at sea, and it certainly didn't feel like they'd been stopped by a collision. They couldn't have reached an island or there would have been more turbulence leading up to it. She closed her eyes and strained her ears, attempting to hear as best she could to figure out what was going on above deck. She sighed as she opened her eyes, putting down her kitchen knife and brushing the peel aside before lightly dropping it into the half filled sink of water with the other spuds. She rinsed her hands off in the skin and left the kitchen, wiping her hands on her cooking apron and pushing open the door that lead to the deck with her hip.
It took her a few seconds with a cursory glance to find Zenit, the photographer and sharp shooter seemed to fit into the look out's role rather well, and if he didn't move, you could almost look right past him without noticing that he was there.
"Anything wrong?" She called out to Zenit, a slight hint of concern in her voice. As she looked out to the sea she was thankful that another ship hadn't come upon them, at least from what she could see. She went over to the side of the boat where she had wrapped one of the corners of her fishing net. She un-hooked it and pulled the corner so that it gathered up the rest of the netting, following it around to the front and then the other side. She pulled on the net and could tell that they'd at least caught a meal or so based on the resistance. She spun the edges of the net and hoisted it over her shoulder, pulling it up as she backed away from the railing.
She looked over her haul - A few sea bass and red snappers. That would make a workable meal at least. Then she remembered why she'd come up to the deck in the first place. She wasn't a navigator by any means, but even she could tell that no breeze and no currents would make the trip even more difficult. The body guard that had joined them wasn't the brightest crayon in the box, but thankfully they were strong, they might have to row for a bit of the way, but at least they wouldn't drift off course.