A Storm of Crabs and Catfish
71st of Fall, 511 AV.
71st of Fall, 511 AV.
It seemed to be quite a beautiful day for sailing. The Suvan was singing with the song of birds and the wind, and every now and then the shrill chirp of a dolphin could be heard off in the distance. It was clear and calm, and everything would be perfect if it weren't for the worried whispers that were being passed around. They were only a day into their journey towards Cyphrus, and already they had some strange ship approaching them. They were just a common cargo vessel, a merchant ship, carrying a few passengers and some trade goods. They were bigger than the little Casinor approaching them, with its dark blue sail gently billowing in the wind. A few of the sailors gathered at the edge of the merchant vessel, crossing burly arms and staring curiously at the approaching ship. It wasn't like a pirate party could fit upon that tiny little thing.
A pair of bright blue eyes and a short-cut crop of red hair emerged from the center cabin of the approaching ship, and a few mutters simultaneously announced the solution to the momentary puzzle. Svefra. Only one, so he probably wasn't looking for a fight. He looked young too, with that impish grin and playful aura. The sun of the Suvan had long since tanned Jagger, turning his exposed patches of skin a nice brown, though the strains of Myrian in him already made his skin favor that color in the first place. A billowing silk shirt clung to his slim frame, and a pair of black pants flopped around a bit in the wind as well. With that devilish grin still bright on his features, he tossed a exaggerated wave at the slowly moving boat, quickly pulling up alongside of it. "Ho there, or however you landwalkers greet each other! Fancying an excursion across the South Suvan, I see? Brave folks! So many pirates in these waters. We try to keep them at bay, but you know how it is. Always a quick Miza to be found aboard helpless cargo ships." Some of the sailors exchanged irritated glances, but held their tongues. Jagger frowned a bit, though it seemed fake, his eyes dancing in an emotion completely opposite to what a frown implied. "Mind if I come aboard?" Again, silence. Jagger paused for a moment, then shrugged, dipping down to grab a rope and hook from the floor of his ship. Giving it a slightly awkward spin, he tossed it up at the railing of the merchant ship and completely missed.
"I rarely do this, sorry, just give me a moment." The cheery young adult wasn't discouraged in the least bit, blue eyes shining as he tried again. And again. A few sailors even tapped their feet as he took his time with it, eventually hooking the edge of the ship. It took quite a few more chimes for him to actually clamber his way up the rope, having no skill at all in climbing. When he finally made it over the side of the ship, he collapsed onto the floorboards with his eyes facing the sky and that wide-lipped grin on his face. "Okay, so. First, thaaaaank you for letting me aboard. I am Jagger Wildwind, a pleasure." One sailor stepped forward, quietly disengaging the hook from the side of the ship and slowly winding it back up. "Might I ask what you are visiting for, Svefra?" The name was spoken distastefully, though not entirely mean in tone.
"To help, of course. With pirates. And other Svefra. I am feeling generous, so I wanted to offer my services." The sailors blinked, glancing among each other, shuffling uncomfortably. "I mean, as long as they see my boat, they will know to leave you alone. That'd be nice, wouldn't it? You can tow it along sometimes, and I can man it myself other times. It just depends on how the wind blows, I suppose." The winning grin was beamed at each of the men, though calculating eyes briefly glanced around to check out all of the passengers. There had to be more than just these sailors. There were variables. "Do you have someone who can help me secure the boat and transfer over some things?" Another winning smile, the Svefra not moving from his comfortable sprawled-out position. He had seemingly made an offer and accepted it for them. They didn't protest, yet. His service would actually be helpful no doubt, if they could trust him. He hadn't asked for payment of any sort, and had very readily offered his services. It was all very suspicious.
He just laid there, grinning up at them like he didn't have a care in the world, actually humming some little random tune. Freckles lit up all over his face as the sun caught them just right, bringing them alive like little burning embers on his flesh. This whole thing had happened very quickly and casually. He didn't appear to be at all armed. But then again, why would he? This was Svefra sea.
A pair of bright blue eyes and a short-cut crop of red hair emerged from the center cabin of the approaching ship, and a few mutters simultaneously announced the solution to the momentary puzzle. Svefra. Only one, so he probably wasn't looking for a fight. He looked young too, with that impish grin and playful aura. The sun of the Suvan had long since tanned Jagger, turning his exposed patches of skin a nice brown, though the strains of Myrian in him already made his skin favor that color in the first place. A billowing silk shirt clung to his slim frame, and a pair of black pants flopped around a bit in the wind as well. With that devilish grin still bright on his features, he tossed a exaggerated wave at the slowly moving boat, quickly pulling up alongside of it. "Ho there, or however you landwalkers greet each other! Fancying an excursion across the South Suvan, I see? Brave folks! So many pirates in these waters. We try to keep them at bay, but you know how it is. Always a quick Miza to be found aboard helpless cargo ships." Some of the sailors exchanged irritated glances, but held their tongues. Jagger frowned a bit, though it seemed fake, his eyes dancing in an emotion completely opposite to what a frown implied. "Mind if I come aboard?" Again, silence. Jagger paused for a moment, then shrugged, dipping down to grab a rope and hook from the floor of his ship. Giving it a slightly awkward spin, he tossed it up at the railing of the merchant ship and completely missed.
"I rarely do this, sorry, just give me a moment." The cheery young adult wasn't discouraged in the least bit, blue eyes shining as he tried again. And again. A few sailors even tapped their feet as he took his time with it, eventually hooking the edge of the ship. It took quite a few more chimes for him to actually clamber his way up the rope, having no skill at all in climbing. When he finally made it over the side of the ship, he collapsed onto the floorboards with his eyes facing the sky and that wide-lipped grin on his face. "Okay, so. First, thaaaaank you for letting me aboard. I am Jagger Wildwind, a pleasure." One sailor stepped forward, quietly disengaging the hook from the side of the ship and slowly winding it back up. "Might I ask what you are visiting for, Svefra?" The name was spoken distastefully, though not entirely mean in tone.
"To help, of course. With pirates. And other Svefra. I am feeling generous, so I wanted to offer my services." The sailors blinked, glancing among each other, shuffling uncomfortably. "I mean, as long as they see my boat, they will know to leave you alone. That'd be nice, wouldn't it? You can tow it along sometimes, and I can man it myself other times. It just depends on how the wind blows, I suppose." The winning grin was beamed at each of the men, though calculating eyes briefly glanced around to check out all of the passengers. There had to be more than just these sailors. There were variables. "Do you have someone who can help me secure the boat and transfer over some things?" Another winning smile, the Svefra not moving from his comfortable sprawled-out position. He had seemingly made an offer and accepted it for them. They didn't protest, yet. His service would actually be helpful no doubt, if they could trust him. He hadn't asked for payment of any sort, and had very readily offered his services. It was all very suspicious.
He just laid there, grinning up at them like he didn't have a care in the world, actually humming some little random tune. Freckles lit up all over his face as the sun caught them just right, bringing them alive like little burning embers on his flesh. This whole thing had happened very quickly and casually. He didn't appear to be at all armed. But then again, why would he? This was Svefra sea.