Post by Fluffy Lynx on Feb 28, 2015 14:33:39 GMT -5
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"Don't make me climb closer to get you to row faster Cormad! We're almost there, I can see Dauntaun in the distance!" A voice boomed not too far from the shore of Dauntaun. Standing on the front end of a small life boat, with one leg in front of the other, was a charismatic young woman, who had recently decided that the pirate life was the life for her. The first thing that'd reach the eyes of anyone peeking in her direction, was likely to be the fire-red hair that blossomed like a flower. Set up in a simple ponytail, it reached little more than halfway down her back. Via string and other means, beads and other jewelry had been carefully added to the red locks. The second thing that'd greet sailor and shopkeep alike, were a pair of ocean blue eyes. Those eyes were filled with life and passion, prepared to take on the entire world, as the smile on her lips assisted in portraying. From there, came a simple orange top that barely covered anything. Shoulders and arms were bare, and it was clear that the girl was used to the warmer sun down here in the south. The waist was a brown-bear belt, keeping up a pair of excruciatingly short hotpants. The legs themselves crept into a pair of white stockings, that at the end found way into a pair of boots. The girl looked like a mix between a hardworking mechanic and a beach girl looking to flirt with her next victim. Either description of her would probably be correct. Amelia certainly wasn't a person to let any kind of chance go by.
...As they reached the docks, Amelia took a small hop onto solid ground, making absolutely sure that she got nowhere close to falling into the water. So far, Cormad did not know of her little secret, and it was probably best it stayed that way for now. Sure, she planned on letting her crew know. Once she had secured herself one such. Looking around, the business on the docks were buzzing as per usual, even if it was getting rather late. Far out in the distance, the sun was casting off shades of orange and red. There weren't many hours left on the day. Fishermen were docking left and right, bringing in their daily catches. None of them seemed comfortable in fishing out on open sea at night. Wise choice for the average man. Further inland, were the makeshift smithies that took care of any immediate need that the boats required. Hooks, nails, general equipment. All was being sold here at a rapid pace and low prices. There was always something that had broken, needed repair or replacement when the sailors were returning home from a long day. A place where one could seemingly get everything sorted for a ship. Exactly what Amelia needed if she was going to gather anything resembling a chance to get a ship. With the money they had stolen from the Captain, there was a slim chance that they could at least get onwards with their quest. First things first though, both Amelia and Cormad needed to catch a break. Escaping from the ragtag nobles hadn't been easy. Not that Amelia had done any of the rowing, but even watching Cormad had gotten her tired. Stretching herself to full lenght, the girl let out a soft yawn.
"We've made it Cormad. Dauntaun. I hope you're familliar with this place, because I am definitely going to need a place to rest and have a shower. Just looking at you rowing got me all sweaty. Not to mention how sweaty and smelly you are. Grab the loot, will you?.. I'll look for a place where we can stay the night." Stepping forwards casually, she was speaking to Cormad as if he was a friend of long time that she could depend on doing what he was told. Their relationsship was a strange one, and it had only just begun. Yet, she figured that Cormad would be doing a decent job at following orders. Otherwise she could always start blowing him kisses. "I think the good places are further inland. If you don't have any better suggestions, we'll go that way." Amelia pointed towards the mainland of Dauntaun. It'd be probable that they could find an inn or a bar there.