forum Opposing Tides (Private RP with Circe)

Started September 11, 2019 by Deleted user

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(I need a ferret)

((ferrets are great, but I'd love to have a fennec fox))

Fane smiled at Anto's pleased look. "Congrats, princy. You sharpened a knife. Just don't stab yourself in your sleep."

"That is why they are resting right here," he said, slipping his other knife from his belt and setting them both on the floor next to the bed. "I like living, believe it or not."

"A shocking discovery," she drawled, then chuckled, "I would've never pegged you as the type to value life, considering how many times you've been yelled at for trying to get yourself killed."

"Okay, trying to walk doesn't mean I am trying to die," he said, rolling his eyes.

"However true, you also got into a fistfight with multiple armed men," she pointed out with an arched brow. "I say that's trying to die."

"That was not," he insisted, crossing his arms over his chest. "I know my limits and I was not at risk of dying, even in my current state."

"Mmmhmmm," she hummed with a smirk, having fun with teasing Anto. She likely had other things to do, but she was in charge of Anto now, so she could say she was doing her job.

"Do you wanna ask the fellow currently floating in the Atlantic ocean if he was close to killing me?" he asked, flopping down onto his back. Bad decision. A jet of pain shot up from his ribs to his neck, causing him to jerk slightly.

"Case closed," she said, noticing the jerk and making an educated guess as to what caused it. "You just tried to kill yourself by not letting your body to heal properly."

"The ribs are from a fat fucker falling on me," he grumbled, scowling. "That was out of my control."

She stuck her tongue out at him, then reburied her face in her arms. "My point still stands. You are incredibly accident-prone, and that makes my job harder. At least it keeps things interesting."

"Hmmmph," he said, scowling. "I am going to sleep. I do not get insulted in my dreams."

"Until I come and haunt them," she purred with a wicked smile, a flash of teeth barely visible from behind her arms.

"Whatever," he grumbled, rolling onto his side and closing his eyes.

It took two weeks for his legs to heal. Two long, hard, defiant weeks. He still walked with a heavy limp and his ribs were not yet healthy, but he was just happy to be moving around without getting shouted at. Oddly enough, the captain still hadn't given him a role on the ship. He did not help with the carpenters, nor did he raise the sails or wash the deck. All he did was roam around the ship, sharpening his two knifes and looking incredibly bored.

"Fane," Mumchance said, walking up behind the first mate and tapping her on the shoulder. "Capt'n wants to see you."

The first mate huffed as she drilled her fist into the sand-filled punching bag one last time, catching the swinging object as it came barrelling for her. She turned around and looked up at Mumchance, small pants blowing through her lips as she listened to him. She nodded and gave him a two-finger salute. "Alrighty. I'll be over in a bit."

"He'd rather it be sooner than later," he said, returning the salute before walking off. Mumchance had been doing a swell job of being second mate since the original died. He even managed to get Anto to listen to him, which was no small feat.

"Yeah yeah," she grumbled, then unwrapped her hand wraps. Once that was done, she headed on over to the captain's cabin, hands on her hips and an intrigued look on her face as she swung open the door and closed it with a solid kick behind her.

"Come sit down, Fane," the captain said, his pipe at his lips as usual. "I have a few question."

Her brows flicked up in question, but she came over to one of the chairs and sat down. "Oh? Shoot."

He shook his head. "You're in no trouble. I want to know how Anto is progressing."

"Oh." She sat back, crossing one leg over the other. "He's been cleared by both docs, for the most part. On his feet, but bored out of his mind, if the look on his face says anything." She shrugged. "Personally, I'd give him something to do before he jumps off the ship to swim with the sharks."

"Yes…..yes, we'll get to that." He tapped the pipe against his chin. "However, before we decide this, I must ask. What do you think of the fighting ability of our crew?"

Fane drummed her fingers on the desk in front of her, contemplating her answer. "Some are good, they can hold their own for the most part. But the lax enforcement on drinking has made them lazy and susceptible to surprise attacks, such as the one where we lost our previous second mate. They could do better, but we might need to find more capable fighters if we're to maintain a strong hand on the seas."

"I agree with everything you said, except for the idea that we must find new fighters." An idea was shining through his intelligent brown eye. "From what I heard, Anto is an exceptional fighter, capable of taking down 4 or 5 men even when severely injured. What if we had him train the crew? It'll give him something to do and produce a better fighting force."