Post by Jess on Apr 6, 2022 9:42:09 GMT -5
HOW ABOUT A TOAST, TO THE UNCOMMON CRIMINAL, PERHAPS~?
"Look at the state of this thing..."
"Careful, Cap'n said we were to avoid other ships..."
"Can hardly call this thing a ship anymore though, right? Looks more like... Driftwood at this point."
"Still, what if it's a trap?"
"Don't look very well armed for an ambush, and the ship is tiny anyway, right?"
"...Besides, who are we to abandon a damsel in distress or two, right boys? Heh heh heh..."
Clouds covering the sun for the most part as a large and somewhat slow ship seemed to drift through a dim and largely dismaying atmosphere with a trio at the prow, and what a chatty trinity they seemed to be. It unclear which of them had seemed to spy the sign of a small and scarcely sailed 'sister' drifting in the sea but the group currently occupied by a rather rigorous debate over whether they would or should intervene in a scene which clearly featured a vessel in obvious distress, while some portions were apparently reluctant to engage in such an act it appeared that the presence of something fair and feminine on deck was enough to sway opinion enough in favour of investigation, which was lucky for the girls aboard. After all, it looked like they could use a little neighbourly behaviour right now, didn't it?
“Hnnnnnggggg…” A raven haired figure rousing as she heard the distant sound of the voices who argued over assisting her and opening heavy lids over an exquisite set of emerald eyes because of this, that groggy gaze registered the sight and sound of people and the large craft on which they stood, and for a second she was not entirely sure she was seeing what she thought she was. After all, she had been like this for far too long already, hadn't she?
I'd almost given up hope…! Dressed without much of an emphasis upon modesty though perhaps this aiding her cause or at least the interest of the men who threw a line around their battered and only mast to haul her craft near, her hair was a scruffy mess which looked like it had been battered by the wind while her clothing was nice, if a little lacking for coverage. Dressed only in a once white blouse which was dirtied and a little torn by whatever it had been through, with this clinging to her bust and little ease she wore a pair of cut off denim shorts as well to show off a shapely pair of legs, which currently seemed to be lacking for much one could deem strength.
“Thank… Heavens…!” In fact the only energy she could seem to muster seeming to limit her to wearily pulling an arm beneath herself to prop herself up as best she could when she heard one and then another heavy pair of boots land on the timber nearby with a thud, weak eyes looked toward a pair of unfamiliar faces with confusion, then recognition, and finally salvation.
“Wake up, sis… These men… have found us…!” Hope springing anew and glinting within that green gaze before she turned her attention toward the second figure on deck as the strangers seemed to look to size up the pair, the weak voice of the vixen seemed to grow in energy and enthusiasm as she looked toward the other woman nearby and called out to her softly and sweetly, the sense of relief plain in her words even if they did sound a little hoarse from whatever she had been through. A lot, if one had to guess…
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