Once Upon a Pirate Ship (Open)

[Kyria]

Luca sighed and leant back, relaxing in one of the many hammocks to be found below deck. He had jumped aboard a pirate ship, as he had many times before, and it was hard work. Fun, but hard work. He hardly knew anyone there, but they always had a laugh on deck, even when they were scrubbing the damn thing. You would not believe how difficult it was to get the smell of fish guts out of a ship.

But now, as the day was closing and he was finally taking advantage of the opportunity to rest his tired muscles, he had this weird sensation that something was going on that he should be aware of. He didn’t even think about it before he jumped up, landing softly on the wooden floor. If there was something going on, he needed to know what it was. He had good instincts when it came to this sort of thing, and trusting them was one of the reasons he was still alive.

He didn’t know if anyone else was on deck, and he didn’t really mind if they were. He just needed to be up here if something happened. A confused tiger amongst lots of sleeping pirates and their hammocks was definitely a bad thing. He walked over to the edge of the deck and leant on the side, watching the sun staining the water orange, red and purple.

[faeby]

She broke the surface of the water like a dolphin, breathing a deep breath of the salty evening air amongst the flying water, oblivious to the way the droplets caught the light around her, reflecting the deep red and purple hues of sunset. Treading water, Aya slicked her flaming hair away from her face with one hand,smiling breathlessly out into the sky. The freezing cold water was invigorating, reminding her that she was not a part of the dull yet cheerful existence of the pirates. She had been on this ship for too long now - she was starting to think she really was her character, and it was getting to the point where unless she forced herself to think about it, she could almost feel at home here.

Swimming confidently, she reached the side of the boat in seconds, catching the rope she had descended down with one calloused hand and pulling herself gracefully up onto the deck. Dripping onto the freshly scrubbed wood, she wrung out her tight bob of red hair and stretched languidly, glad that her task for the day was complete - and yet strangely sad to leave the water. It was only then that she noticed Luca, and her head tilted slightly, a smile beginning on her lips. She was not in the least embarrassed to be standing in front of a man with her drenched shirt clinging to her lithe frame like a catsuit, almost see through in the dim light of evening. Aya stepped towards him easily, leaning casually on the side of the boat. "Someone's out late"

[Kyria]

As the woman broke the water, Luca kept an eye on her. Was this what had urged him to come up on deck? He had absolutely no idea, since she didn’t seem to pose any sort of threat. It wasn’t as if she looked threatening in any way, shape or form, and aside from the odd circumstances which they were meeting under, there was nothing that could give him cause to suspect her of anything.

He left that train of thought for another time and decided to follow it up at a later date. For now, he was probably expected to interact. He’d do his best, but he couldn’t promise that his attention would be wholly there. He had the attention span of a five year old.

“Yes, I suppose I am,” Luca said absentmindedly. He didn’t seem to notice her lack of decent clothing and continued staring out to sea. “But then, so are you.” It was just a statement of fact, not meant to lead to any sort of interrogation. He wasn’t concentrating on what he said – he thought he could see a killer whale in the distance, but he wasn’t sure. Who knew what else could be out there?

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