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sixthiterationlogs2017-10-30 07:47 pm
seekingcrocodile) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2017-10-30 07:47 pm
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It's a pirate's life for me
WHO: Killian Jones
WHERE: The inn
WHEN: October 30
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS:
It's a nice day for a walk. Well, no, it's not, really, but he doesn't really have much choice, does he? It's either walk around the village or stay in his house all day. True, that last option may be tempting, especially with the temperature turning cooler, but now that Emma's been gone for what he assumes are months, it's easier to get up and go about his daily routine.
Life goes on, like it always had.
He starts his day out in the usual way, heading to the river to catch some fish for the day, to share with the lunch crowd and some to take home for himself. It's when he's on his way to the inn that he notices a tree he's never noticed before. A tree with the juiciest-looking pears he's ever seen. Which is strange by itself. He doesn't remember seeing pears here before. Still, they're tempting. Very tempting. He's used to the lack of fresh foods when at sea, and the lack of fresh foods here for most of the year. But that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy fresh foods when he's got them.
He pulls a pear off the tree, and takes a bite, and it's a delicious pear. It's not a typical pear though, which he won't realize until he's inside the inn. He drops the fish in the kitchen and heads into the main room, where he finds some people doing apparently nothing. It doesn't matter much whether they're actually doing something or not; he picked a pear from the wrong tree and they'll be getting a scolding anyway.
"Arrr, ye scurvy dogs! There's work to be done. The lass in the galley needs some assistance, and if someone doesn't swab the deck I'll make you all walk the plank!"
The pirate's not drunk. He just shouldn't have eaten that pear.
WHERE: The inn
WHEN: October 30
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS:
It's a nice day for a walk. Well, no, it's not, really, but he doesn't really have much choice, does he? It's either walk around the village or stay in his house all day. True, that last option may be tempting, especially with the temperature turning cooler, but now that Emma's been gone for what he assumes are months, it's easier to get up and go about his daily routine.
Life goes on, like it always had.
He starts his day out in the usual way, heading to the river to catch some fish for the day, to share with the lunch crowd and some to take home for himself. It's when he's on his way to the inn that he notices a tree he's never noticed before. A tree with the juiciest-looking pears he's ever seen. Which is strange by itself. He doesn't remember seeing pears here before. Still, they're tempting. Very tempting. He's used to the lack of fresh foods when at sea, and the lack of fresh foods here for most of the year. But that doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy fresh foods when he's got them.
He pulls a pear off the tree, and takes a bite, and it's a delicious pear. It's not a typical pear though, which he won't realize until he's inside the inn. He drops the fish in the kitchen and heads into the main room, where he finds some people doing apparently nothing. It doesn't matter much whether they're actually doing something or not; he picked a pear from the wrong tree and they'll be getting a scolding anyway.
"Arrr, ye scurvy dogs! There's work to be done. The lass in the galley needs some assistance, and if someone doesn't swab the deck I'll make you all walk the plank!"
The pirate's not drunk. He just shouldn't have eaten that pear.
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She was walking towards the kitchen when her ears caught the odd phrases that bellowed from the captains lips.
"What?" Moana started at him. She was wearing shoes since it's gotten colder but she was still dressed like an island princess, displaying a few inches of her middle. "Are you... alright?" She didn't know people talked like that. What was scurvy? And a galley... why would someone walk a plank? Was that a threat?
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"Hoist the colors, mate, there's work to be done!" Which doesn't make sense eve when it's not pirate speak, but that's what life is for him at the moment.
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"Colors? I'm not sure what that means..."
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"Is it like the scrub colors?"
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"Are you okay?" She asked again, as if somehow he might be able to tell why he's talking in such a strange way or referring to things that made no sense to the young island princess.