Almost all of the ship's crew was on the Merry Watch in celebration of their new catch, the Kingfisher. Rack after rack of fine eastern wines fueled the partyers who guzzled it down like cheap beer. The Orchids, men and women alike, mixed eagerly with the new members of the ship's company. Dice games and wrestling matches and song circles had erupted spontaneously. Propositions unspoken were everywhere. Anto watched with a grin as his friend, Valora, disappeared below-deck with a crew-woman in her arms.
The crew had spotted Anto about a week ago, clinging to the wreckage of a safety boat while he leaked blood from his legs like a broken faucet. A quick interrogation after they hauled his sorry self from the water revealed he was the lone survivor of a ship hit by a strong storm off the coast of Cuba. Three days he'd been adrift, so needless to say he took the oath of piracy almost as soon as he recovered enough to speak.
Anto watched the merriment from the fringes of the starboard side, his feet dangling off the edge of the raised quarterdeck. The advice from the doctor, who was currently lip-locked with one of the carpenter, was to stay off his feet as much as he could or he'd risk opening his stitches. Sadly, this meant he couldn't grab his own bottle but it was much better than losing his legs to infection.
Footsteps approached from the left and a quick glance revealed it to be the First Mate, two cups of wine in her hands.
"Good show you put out there, ma'am," he said. "I watched the whole thing from here."
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((Okay, so if I read any of this wrong/do anything wrong, feel free to point it out and be like bruh what are you doing STOP ))
Sarai smiled lightly, holding one of the wine-cups out towards him. "Hm, thanks. It's a shame you can't go down and join everyone." She glanced at his injured leg. "How are you holdin' up, anyway?" At first, she'd been leery of the newcomer, a bit unsure of what bringing him into the crew could lead to– but he was really growing on her, so she didn't mind so much anymore.
"It hurts," he said simply, taking the cup from her and giving her a nod of thanks in return. He took a small sip from the cup and wince slightly, the sting of alcohol in his throat a refreshing feeling. "But it's better than missing the leg, I guess. Why aren't you down there with the rest of the crew, if you don't mind me asking?"
(( again, point out anything if I'm doing it wrong cuz like sometimes I'm insane )
She took a swig of the drink, seemingly unphased by it. The burn of the alcohol– it was normal. Something she was long since used to. "Ah, well, I love a good celebration," she said, glancing down at the crew partaking in their merriment. "But, after awhile it gets a little too loud for my taste. Gotta take a little break here and there." She swishes the wine around in the glass, staring down at it for a moment before taking another drink.
"If you wan't me to be dead honest with ya, I wouldn't be down there if I had the choice." His nose was scrunched up at the dancing mass of human bodies. "Too much screamin' an'…groping. I don't like to be touched by people that I don't know very well, and that seems to be the only thing goin' on down there. Mild claustrophobia jus' tops the whole predicament off." He paused to take a sip of wine before asking, "How do you get them under control when they're like this?"
"Alcohol," she joked, holding up her cup. "Nah, usually there is no getting them under control until they're outta this mood. I kinda just let them do their thing 'til they calm down a bit. But, they're a good crew, really. They know when it's time to get serious." She finished off her wine. "You're not wrong, though. There is an awful lot of… groping. Sometimes you about gotta knock people's teeth out to keep their hands off of ya," she adds with a bit of a laugh.
