yo ho yo ho a pirate's life for me

[onetrackminds]

[Can he just. Grab on tight to the railing? And cling to that as he makes his way towards the helm? Because when he agreed to this, he most definitely was not aware of just how high the waves can get.

That's not normal, right?

This is definitely not the fun pirate adventure he's been promised.]

Are you sure this isn't actually a storm?

[No. No, it's not, landlubber.]

Comments

[onetrackminds]

How do you keep your balance?

[He's sitting down now. With is back to the railing. Trying to brace himself with his hands against the deck.]

[shipper_on_deck]

[years of practice and sea legs]

Try rolling those hips. [grin] C'mon, show me how you strut.

[onetrackminds]

[sexy, sexy sea legs]

If you're hoping I'll fall over so you can laugh at me, then you'll have your wish as soon as I try to stand up again.

[shipper_on_deck]

[beat]

Well? Get on with it.

[usefulness is overrated. But at least the ship is going in the right direction and isn't on fire or anything.]

[onetrackminds]

Maybe if I didn't think I might fall overboard.

[shipper_on_deck]

[airy handwave] That's besides the point. It's not as if you'll drown immediately. [can you swim, Anders?]

[onetrackminds]

I don't need a bath, either. Although some of your crew members could really use one.

[shipper_on_deck]

The natural stink keeps the nosy do-gooders at bay. It's a proven fact.

[getting them to work is one thing. Enforcing bath time unless there's a plague going around or something? No thanks.]

[onetrackminds]

Like Hawke?

[worst nosy do-gooder around and you know it.]

[shipper_on_deck]

Almost like Hawke, but I'm talking about the ones more concerned with collecting taxes and the like. [woooo smuggling]

[onetrackminds]

Hawke just collects rum. You're almost out, by the way.

[shipper_on_deck]

[frustrated groan] I told him not to buy that stupid hat! We won't make port for at least another three days.

[onetrackminds]

Next time, just hold the rum hostage. That might be the only way to make him listen.

[shipper_on_deck]

[a contemplative hum] Next time, perhaps.

Right now, however, as the least useful member of the crew, he's banned from the rum.

[Anders really should be lumped in together with Hawke, but he doesn't even drink.]

[onetrackminds]

...

Feel free to try telling him that.

[shipper_on_deck]

Then I'll drink it all myself. [sadly tsking and shaking her head] It's a noble and terrible sacrifice, but I'm willing to go through with it.

[onetrackminds]

He'll pout at you.

[shipper_on_deck]

[a chuckle] Oh, whatever shall I do? Who shall save me from his deadly puppy dog eyes?

[onetrackminds]

I won't. Although I might watch.

[shipper_on_deck]

Anders, you are nigh useless. [honestly, she'd probably be too drunk to care anyway]

[onetrackminds]

I'll remember that next time you need healing.

[shipper_on_deck]

Don't be like that. [still grinning] I said you were nigh useless, not completely useless.

[onetrackminds]

So I'm ranked above Hawke?

[shipper_on_deck]

[that gets a laugh] For the moment, yes.

[unless they've got things that need killing. Which is probably inevitable, given Hawke's propensity to draw in trouble.] Enjoy that feeling of accomplishment while you can.