Ferret of Fur, Sailors of Sea

[Dex]

Dex really had no idea where he was. Then again, he didn't really care. It was a paradise, besides the heat. There were palm trees stretching to the sky, and fruit trees not that far from him. He had all the time in the world here, and nothing better to do. At the moment, he was lounging on a low tree branch, straddling it limply. His eyes were open, though he wasn't really paying attention. Slowly glazing over, Dex dropped farther and farther into slumber. The beach was paradise from a bottle. The waves crashed ever so slowly against the beach, running over the long lengths of sand covering the ground. Farther out, the tops of the waves shimmered in the sunlight, covered with a white foam. Just on his side of the beach, it was a few sparse trees surrounding a meadow, with tall grasses. If he went further, he'd be at the wagon tracks, where he might wander past and investigate if someone happened to be traveling. More then a few had ridden past, not knowing that a few shiny objects suddenly disappeared from their bags. He had been sleeping peacefully on this paradise, a few small shiny objects in a den he'd recently dug out at the base of the tree he was sleeping in. Then something woke him.

[Emalay]

Timestamp: Nineteenth of Summer, 510 AV Where: The Sea of Grass Who: Emalay, Dasvek, Dex, Closed. "I don't... know how... to make... this petching...thing go FORWARD!" Shouting over the sound of the wind and the waves, Emalay grunted between words as she leaned her full weight against a pole as thick as her thigh. The end disappeared somewhere down into the depth of the Suvan, the dark waters hiding whatever lurked beneath. Like the reef the inept Myrain just got herself stuck on. "You've got to be kidding me!" Though she heaved and pushed, throwing her full weight behind the pole, nothing happened. The leverage on her end was just not enough to get herself un-stuck. Wiping sweat from her brow, Emalay turned from her task and peered grumpily at the casinor that managed to avoid the water obstacle. The Myrian who manned those decks was no where to be seen. "Dasvek! If you're over there pounding at your little drum I'm gonna..." A low growl then as a thundercloud rolled over the woman's face. With her teeth bared, the pole was yanked from the watery depths and hoisted above her head. A few unsteady, lunging steps across the uneven deck and Emalay threw the pole like a javalin across the gap between the two boats. "HELP, damn it!" Just then, as she reached the opposite railing, the wind heaved a gust of wind at her sails. The sails billowed and caught, the bow making a nasty scraping noise as it was dragged unkindly from it's cozy position on the sharp reef. Already off balance from her little lunge, Emalay was jerked first backwards and then forwards... right over the side of the boat and into the water with a satisfyingly big splash. It took only a few moments before the woman broke the surface, sputtering, splashing and cursing like a sailor. At least she had that part down.

[Dasvek]

Dasvek smiled as he watched Ema's boat lurch to a stop, stuck on some unseen barrier. He absolutely knew she'd be cursing up a storm over there, his own boat, the Hungry Rhythm, bobbing up and down in the light surf. He held up a hand to his eyes to shield Syna's rays, as he looked over at the nearby coast. Sand, lots and lots of grass, and some trees, a surprising sight in the never ending plains. He turned and picked up the petchingly heavy anchor and tossed it over the railing. He wasn't going to try and sail around whatever Ema got stuck on. Not that he could. For the most part, he just stopped it or let the wind or tide take it. He still hadn't really caught on to this sailing thing, and was at the mercy of Laviku and Zulrav.

He made his way over to the sail, and stared down at the ropes. He wasn't sure which undid the sails, and which loosened the big staff that held the tarp. Choices choices. He began loosening a rope at random, continuing until all the ropes that held it were undone, and the sail followed another line and disappeared into a cream colored sliver. He turned and bent over and grabbed his drum and set it beneath him. The wind caught the sail once more, buffeting it open, and guiding it back to the boom, pulling it forward, striking the Myrian in the back of the head. He fell almost straight down, face bouncing off the skin of his drum with a resounding Thump before he hit the deck, bodily, just before Emalay looked over at his ship.

Her shook off the blow, feeling a bit woozy, and went to stand up, when a pole fell from the sky and struck him in the head. "What the petch?!? Stop with all the head wounds!" Then he heard the splash from the other side of her boat and sighed. Neither of them were strong swimmers, but he had to check, they weren't in Falyndar anymore. He made to dive off the edge of his ship, and ended up smacking his entire torso against the flat of the water, biting away the pain. His arms flailed with the ferocity of an angry Bonobo, his legs kicking like trees falling into the basin. Water splashed wildly everywhere, and no one could confuse his muscled flailing for graceful, skilled swimming. By the time he made it around Ema's boat, he was exhausted, and saw her flailing just as wildly. Through spouts of water, "You... need... glorp ANCHOR!" He straightened out to a tread and reached up and gripped the railing with his large hands, and slowly pulled his tired body over, dropping to the wood. He saw her anchor a few feet from him, crawled over to it, and tossed it overboard, careful to not throw it at her.

He'd left his spear on his boat, but he always had several knives on him. "Hey, you hungry? Race you!" Then he pointed over at the trees just off the beach, and flailed wildly once more into the water. As he kicked, he noticed that the slapping was like the tapping of his hands against a drumskin. It was all about beat! He started kicking his legs in a simple one two, one two, one two. His arms were still swinging wildly, but at least he felt like he was going faster. When he finally felt sand, he stood up, not even paying any mind to who had won. He was worn out. Swimming was tough work. Myri should train more of them in that, he rarely felt that exercised. Then again, the waters in Falyndar are anything but safe to swim in... He walked over to a tree and slumped against it, catching his breath, "Maybe a rest before we go find a meal?"

[Dex]

That's what woke him up. Some person slumped down right against his tree, sending vibrations right up the tree branch and into him. Thankfully, his ferret spine was flexible and well shock absorbed. Once the tree stopped vibrating, Dex stood up carefully on his rough padded paws, and climbed his way down the tree onto the persons shoulder, where he then nipped the person in the ear lightly to get attention and love. Dex's fur was rather dark and dirty, his white face mask of fur more of a dirty off white. He'd been traveling for a long time, and had finally not been tossed off a boat into the sea in the past couple weeks. However, that meant he was somewhat dirtier then normal. Shaking himself a little to work it off his fur, he lept down into the persons lap, flopping into a curled up ball of furry cuteness.

[Emalay]

Dasvek beat her to the anchor; once Emalay had managed to get her arms and legs working in tandem, the sloppy breaststroke brought her to the railing of her boat just as her companion lunged and tossed the anchor over the side
"I could have gotten that, you know."

But he was off, flailing in splashing in such a way that Emalay couldn't help but snort in laughter; a bad choice, as the gentle wave slapped her in the face, salt water burning as it was inhaled. Clinging to the railing, the Myrian woman coughed and sputtered a bit, shaking her head and growling as she tried to rid her mouth of the salty water. It was absolutely disgusting. By the time she had fixed herself, Dasvek was already three quarters of the way to shore. He had shouted a challenge, and Ema didn't lose.

There was an unintellagable shout thrown towards the flailing musician before Emalay threw herself forward, cupping her hands as she steadily pumped her arms, propelling herself through the water using her upper body alone. As one arm went down and pulled her through the water, the other was up, over and back into the surf again just as the other stroke finished; it was a simple breaststroke, though not very efficient. Instead of turning her head to the side and breathing between strokes, Emalay was forced to stop and gasp, lungs screaming for air. There had to be an easier way.

It wasn't until the fierce woman looked up and saw Dasvek nearly to the shore, a fine white spray of foam and water kicking up behind him and marking his progress. It was then that Emalay realized her mistake; she hadn't been using her legs. At all. With another growl of frustration, her eyes flashing in her tanned face as she began to propel herself properly through the water. It was of no use though; Dasvek watched the lanky woman stumble dripping onto the sand from his lounge against the tree, a lazy smirk twitching his lips that made yet another growl rumble from the woman's chest.

"All you do is rest, you lazy petch. I'm hungry. Lets-" It happened all at once. There was a rustle in the branches above the lounging Myrian's head, causing Ema to immediately tense. Her fingers flashed to the soggy ribbons at her waist, slipping the slender dagger from it's sash shieth. A few seconds later, there was a flash of tanish-brownish-gray and Ema pounced, a clumsy action as her muscles protested after her swim; they weren't used to being used that way, and Ema cursed loudly as she stumbled into Dasvek, her hands clutching at the falling ferret.

"Petching son of a..." Landing almost face first in the man's lap, Emalay caught and corrected her stumble, gracefully pivoting and using the momentum of the lunge to send her neatly to her knees by Das's feet. "Well, what do we have here?" The ferret had been neatly snatched from the air just before it reached the Myrian mans lap, the woman's strong fingers tightly holding the little creatures scruff while the other held the ribbon knife poised and ready. A savage smile curled the corners of her mouth as Ema glanced at her companion.

"Once again, lunch comes to us."

[Gossamer]

. Character: Dex Experience: +1 Observation, Lore: None Character: Emalay Experience: Sailing +1, Persuasion +1, Intimidation +1, Swimming +1 Lore: None Character: Dasvek Experience: +1 Swimming, +1 Observation Lore: None Additional Note: Obviously unfinished dropped thread. I gave what I could! .