Whispers Among Pirates

[indrayama]

Food First, Adventure Next

As Indra stirred on the ship's deck, the rhythmic sounds of the sea and the ship's gentle rocking served as an unusual lullaby. He slowly opened his eyes, greeted by the sight of Renata wrestling with the rigging, her movements swift and purposeful.

The realization of their escape began to settle in, and as the fog of sleep lifted, a persistent pang in Indra's stomach asserted itself. Hunger, an unwelcome companion that had likely been ignored during the chaotic events at the prison, now demanded attention with a low growl.

"Red," Indra called out, his voice still bearing traces of drowsiness. "Do we have any food on this ship?" His gaze shifted around the deck, searching for signs of provisions. "I need something to eat before we set sail. I'll steer the ship once I've had a meal."

Indra made his way to the designated storage area. Opening it, he found a mix of dried fruits, nuts, and a few provisions that could stave off his hunger temporarily. He grabbed a bag full of the offered sustenance, munching on it while returning to the deck.

As he munched, his energy slowly returned. The taste of the food, though not gourmet, was a welcome sensation. Once his hunger was appeased, Indra made his way to the ship's helm, ready to take control.

"Alright Red... nom I'm ready. munch Ready to steer this ship. gulp Where to?" he asked while eating his share, his gaze focused on the open sea before them. The ship bobbed gently, waiting for their next destination amidst the vast blue expanse.

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“What?! Food?” Renata paused in her frantic work with the rigging to stare at Indra incredulously. They were trying to pull off a dramatic escape, and the only thing on his mind was food? Not death or capture? Not the fact that some of the mooks that she’d shoved off earlier were actively trying to climb back up the sides of the ship and kill them. And no doubt there would be dozens more Marines swarming the docks. Her eyes narrowed at him. “You’re crazy.”

She took out her pistol with a rope in one hand, leaning over the side to shoot down two Marines that were scrambling back up the side of the ship. The rope lifted her up and away as the sails came down and Indra disappeared into the ship. Thankfully, they’d drifted far enough away from the pier that when the wind caught the sails, it didn’t push them back into land but out to sea.

She jumped back down to the deck and freed the other sails as well. As she did, a Marine on the other side of the ship finished his climb and shot at her from the railing. The bullet hit her arm, causing Renata to hiss with pain. She shot at him a couple times, only satisfied when she heard the telltale splash of him hitting the water. She breathed, rubbing her face. Okay. Calm down.

As she was trying to channel her inner zen and failing, Indra reappeared at the helm. Renata glanced over at him as he called out to her. “Anywhere but here. Just go!”

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Renata | #d22b2b | Post Count: 16

[indrayama]

Escape on the Menu

"Red, you look like you've been through a blender. Need some food?" he asked, his words interspersed with audible chews. "Got some here if you want." With a grin, he extended the bag of dried fruits toward her, almost like a host offering refreshments at a social gathering.

As the ship sailed away from the docks, Indra leisurely made his way to the helm, the salty breeze tousling his hair. "Anywhere but here, right?" he quipped between bites, the humor evident in his tone. "Well, we're on our way. Maybe we'll find a floating buffet island or something." He chuckled, the image of an extravagant feast floating on the open sea playing in his mind.

Turning back to the helm, Indra adjusted their course with a subtle finesse, showcasing a surprising knack for sailing. As he steered the ship into the vastness of the open sea, he called over his shoulder, "Let me know if you change your mind about the food, Red. It's surprisingly good!"

With the ship sailing smoothly and the chaos of the docks fading into the distance, Indra allowed himself a moment to savor the peculiar serenity of their escape. The rhythmic sounds of the sea, the gentle rocking of the ship, and the occasional distant echoes of the Marines' frustrated shouts became a peculiar soundtrack to their impromptu adventure. Indra couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity of it all, finding a strange sense of peace in the midst of their chaotic getaway.