Klaus stood in the crow's nest next to Aza, scanning the coastline in case anything suspicious was going on. He leaned against the railing that kept him from falling 30 feet to his death, his rifled musket resting carefully a few inches away from his left arm. He paid no mind to his captain walking around, for that wasn't his job at the moment.
She approached a few members, asking how they were doing and such, as well as glancing out to see every now and again
Phillip lept down from the railing. Walking to the stern, he looked out again.
"Capt'n!" Klaus called from the crow's nest, squinting to discern the captain from the crowd.
It was fairly easy to spot her, seeing as she sported bright ginger hair. She looked up at the crow's nest.
"Not enough space on da dock! We're gonna ha' t' wait fo' a ship t' leave!" He called, cupping his hands around his mouth for extra volume.
Phillip glanced up at Klaus. All the better, he thought. I won't have to go inland for longer.
Aza caught Phillip's eye and shot him a wink. She slid down the ropes to stand by him. "How're you today?"
She nodded, "Prepare to dock, we wont have to spend much time in the city once we stock up!"
(Nevermind, I'm a forehead)
Phillip gave an exasperated sigh. Turning around, he looked at Aza.
"The same as every time we're coming to port."
His voice was slightly muffled by the face mask he wore.
Klaus nodded, continuing to watch the dock. This'll be ah while.
(Who's the first mate?)
(uh, in any stories ive written with her the first mate was my oc Louis)
(Fair enough)
She glanced over at Phillip and Aza before going into her office-room-thing, which was below the top deck
(one of you can be first mate if you want to, if i bring Louis in he'd be navigator)
(Nah, it's fine. Klaus'll just be a spotter)
Daw, shit. A boat was slowly easing its way out of the dock in their direction, flying the flag of the police force. He scanned the deck for the first mate. "Louis! We gat coma'ny"
Phillip saw the ship. In a flash, he was running below deck.
Louis looked over the side of the ship, "Alert the crew, we don't want trouble, but we might have to fight"
(kirimi and louis have massively different attitudes)
Aza stood by the railing, gazing detachedly at the ship approaching. The salty sea air blew her hair around her face.
She heard the noises of people moving above her and raised an eyebrow slightly