Post by hellcats on Nov 5, 2010 20:13:20 GMT -5
The day was like any other. Calm seas, vast blue sky, the occasional sound of seagulls over head as the Marines drifted closer to their destination, and of course the ever present Seakings. Oh the Seakings...
At first it was a good distraction, a sizable sea creature here or there would swim along the side of the ship. Would help break up the monotony of watching the waves roll in and out. A cannonball or two, and it would get the message. That was until they ran into a third one, which didn't quite seem to get that the Marine's weren't its meal of the day. A few cuts from Lieutenant Abbot scared it off well enough. Then came the fourth, and the fifth. Quickly boiled down to one Seaking being driven off, followed by it being eaten by another soon after, which would of course notice the Marine ship and follow suit.
So here he was, raging at the seas on the deck of his ship. Every manner of curse and slander being shouted into the heavens as crew and passengers alike avoided him, with good reason. Chris was generally a very quiet and introverted person, only talking when needed. This wasn't one of those occasions however.
"That damned sardine grabbed my freakin' coat! What the hell does a fish need a coat for? Its a fish!" His shouting echoed as he stormed about the deck, throwing a rather immature tantrum for one of his rank. None the less, his crew was smart enough not to point that out, less they be tossed over the side for the next Seaking that passed by. "And where the hell our my sell swords," shouted Chris as he stomped down into the lower decks to meet with his newly hired mercenaries.
Chris had never liked the idea of working with those he would usually spend his time hunting down, but it was a necessary evil he would put up with, if only for today. He had received word that a man by the name of Frilly Beard or something of the like had been spotted on an island not far from where Chris himself had been stationed. Hunting down lone pirates was something Bounty Hunters were for, but do to several budget faults Chris had found himself in need of Beri. Beri that which, to his chagrin, the Marines had no interest in lending.
"Okay people listen up, were just about to arrive on shore. I need you split into teams of two. So get ready, and No screw ups! Do you hear me?" His enthusiasm and patience with people of their kind was limited, but he knew that for the right price, they would perform well enough. Either way, he didn't plan on leading them all personally. They would earn their pay, and that meant doing a job without his constant babysitting.
Looking over the group, he spotted several that stood out. One of which, for all the wrong reasons. She didn't exactly look strong, though looks were deceiving. Her hair color and attire though was, for the lack of a gentler word, ludicrous. She looked like something out of a bizarre painting. This was somebody he didn't need running about causing trouble. "You there," he shouted as he pointed in Skellette's direction. "The chick in the orange outfit. Your gonna be tagging along with me. The rest of you can pair up as you see fit, but get it done fast." With that he turned around and began to head back to the upper decks. Stopping for a moment, he peered over his shoulder. "You best hurry up girl," were his last words as he left the door a ajar on his way out.
At first it was a good distraction, a sizable sea creature here or there would swim along the side of the ship. Would help break up the monotony of watching the waves roll in and out. A cannonball or two, and it would get the message. That was until they ran into a third one, which didn't quite seem to get that the Marine's weren't its meal of the day. A few cuts from Lieutenant Abbot scared it off well enough. Then came the fourth, and the fifth. Quickly boiled down to one Seaking being driven off, followed by it being eaten by another soon after, which would of course notice the Marine ship and follow suit.
So here he was, raging at the seas on the deck of his ship. Every manner of curse and slander being shouted into the heavens as crew and passengers alike avoided him, with good reason. Chris was generally a very quiet and introverted person, only talking when needed. This wasn't one of those occasions however.
"That damned sardine grabbed my freakin' coat! What the hell does a fish need a coat for? Its a fish!" His shouting echoed as he stormed about the deck, throwing a rather immature tantrum for one of his rank. None the less, his crew was smart enough not to point that out, less they be tossed over the side for the next Seaking that passed by. "And where the hell our my sell swords," shouted Chris as he stomped down into the lower decks to meet with his newly hired mercenaries.
Chris had never liked the idea of working with those he would usually spend his time hunting down, but it was a necessary evil he would put up with, if only for today. He had received word that a man by the name of Frilly Beard or something of the like had been spotted on an island not far from where Chris himself had been stationed. Hunting down lone pirates was something Bounty Hunters were for, but do to several budget faults Chris had found himself in need of Beri. Beri that which, to his chagrin, the Marines had no interest in lending.
"Okay people listen up, were just about to arrive on shore. I need you split into teams of two. So get ready, and No screw ups! Do you hear me?" His enthusiasm and patience with people of their kind was limited, but he knew that for the right price, they would perform well enough. Either way, he didn't plan on leading them all personally. They would earn their pay, and that meant doing a job without his constant babysitting.
Looking over the group, he spotted several that stood out. One of which, for all the wrong reasons. She didn't exactly look strong, though looks were deceiving. Her hair color and attire though was, for the lack of a gentler word, ludicrous. She looked like something out of a bizarre painting. This was somebody he didn't need running about causing trouble. "You there," he shouted as he pointed in Skellette's direction. "The chick in the orange outfit. Your gonna be tagging along with me. The rest of you can pair up as you see fit, but get it done fast." With that he turned around and began to head back to the upper decks. Stopping for a moment, he peered over his shoulder. "You best hurry up girl," were his last words as he left the door a ajar on his way out.