Bouncing the spear over one shoulder, Sable had recovered it to feel useful when the net had been taken off her hands, the woman watched with wide-eyed interest as Alexis went to work. Just like a sponge she soaked up the setting. “That’s okay, I never catch anything ever when I try any method.” Not quite completely true, but it sounded fun rolling off the tongue and seemed an appropriate response. Tipping the precariously perched girl into the sea also seemed like an appropriate response to how she’d set herself up. But that would disrupt dinner. A sly expression crossed and vanished from her face as the fisherwoman straightened and glanced over before settling into a comfortable waiting position. Like Alexis, Sable wasn’t very good at sitting and doing nothing either. So when Aluria popped up, just as Sable was getting ready to instigate something, anything, with her companion, the woman brightened and leapt off the railing to accost the newcomer. Ah, Alexis, saved from something probably unpleasant, but amusing, by the bell. She was going to shove a harpoon bolt in the Aluria’s hand, point her to the mounted tool and see what happened. “I’ll be right back!” she belatedly tossed over a shoulder to Al, golden curls flashing in the afternoon sun as she headed off to implement her plan. But she stopped mid-stride at the unexpected sight of the girl’s butt replacing her face as she leaned over the railing to haul in the catch. Rushing back to witness the triumphant moment, Sable clapped the sailor on the shoulder vigorously and beamed at her success. “Great job! Now you just got to show Aluria how you did that! I’m going to go swimming,” Sable informed them cheerfully, unaware that the youngest sailor was looking for a little acknowledgement. Oh those two, accidently saving each other from her attempts at self entertainment. With no more explanation their hostess skittered back over to the Sparkle, shed her shirt, and leapt over the railing. Sib followed just a splash behind with an air of resignation, clearly assuming herself to be a babysitter of sorts. The sea swallowed them up, their only traces fading rings of white. With a lungful of air, and feeling the comforting bite of Laviku’s domain surrounding them, they used the hull to guide their descent. Below and on the other side of Al’s ship, the dazzling swarm of silver fish revolved and reformed as various predators lazily meandered back and forth before shooting into the fracas with teeth bared. A few stragglers darted here and there, cut off from the group. Alexis’ must have been one such fish. Quickly returning to the point of entry for another breath, the duo dove once more and followed the safety of the hull down. The fish seemed to migrate, for it couldn’t be called swimming how their ball of whirling silver undulated and contracted and swayed this way and that, just out of reach. The salt water burned fiercely, she’d forgotten her goggles. They were more for safety’s sake than anything, but Sib provided a nice alternative. When any predator, mostly small fish with big teeth, skirted too closely, the little otter beat intently upon the skull of her Svefra. The bubbles from her first surprised scream surfaced on the far side of her own ship, away from the other girls. After that, between breaths, Sable suspected that Sib beat her a little too readily. Recalling the last lesson she’d received in spear fishing while diving, the woman clung to the hull, waiting for a fish to swim near. There would be no stalking, not in the open sea like this, for there wasn’t anything to hide behind except the young otter. And she wasn’t fat enough for that yet. She would have to hide, let the fish get used to her, and then throw when one was close enough. For a good fifteen chimes the duo surfaced and descended, Sable finally getting the confidence to swim down without pulling herself along to a nice little perch in front of the keel. With her feet clamped anchoring her to the ship, the neophyte idly swept at the water to keep from losing position, the hand with the spear holding it cocked and ready. There! A fish swerved in. And then out again unmolested. It was just too fast. Several more prime candidates passed this way, Sable doing nothing more than twitching indecisively. What if she threw it and it bounced off? Or stabbed the thing and fell out? Though it seemed like a good idea to try until something miraculous happened and a fish swerved near enough for the likelihood of success to outweigh the risk of having to swim after the spear should she miss, the little otter finally started amusing herself by stuffing barnacles down Sable’s pants. The Svefra took the hint and gave up. Hauling herself out, water sloshing back into the sea in a great rush, Sable chucked the spear onto the deck and soon followed. Immediately, the loss of Laviku’s embrace sent chills skittering over droplet-glistening skin as she lay on the gritty wood near the railing, looking at the sky but speaking to her God. “Well, I see you weren’t feeling genero-“ Sable retched around a mouthful of slime. Coughing and sputtering, the woman rolled port, slapping at her face. For any interested parties, Sib had followed the lanky failure out of the water with a squirming silver poisson, which she then dropped on Sable’s blabbering maw. “Disgusting!” she reprimanded the suddenly cherubic little fur ball. “I’ll have you know that I could have caught one all by myself! Just you wait, I’m going to get y-“ And that’s when she remembered there were other people around. The girls. Laying one last glower on the otter, those self-deriding blue hues turned to search Al’s ship for the humans in question. And then she tried to catch the flopping fish in order to bring it over to pool with their catch. The slippery beast bucked and rolled, slapped and sopped, but Sable was hot on its tail by the cabin, against the mast, around the helm, but always this close to grabbing it. Which of course she finally did. So what if it took her resorting to leaping bodily atop the thing and pinning it against her stomach to get a hold of it. In the end, there it was, slightly smaller than Al’s, and brandished cheerfully to present to her undoubtedly bemused companions. “I got it, guys, don’t worry!” All that was left was for Aluria to whip this into something edible. “Did you get anything more?” Oh. And she put her shirt back on, too. |