OOC: Time skip guys~!
Chris nodded, relieved as Morgan's grip eased up around the stem around the flowers.
Much better he thought.
Despite himself, the corners of his lips twitched ever so slightly. The pirate was about to ask if that was that, though was surprsied when Morgan stepped closed to him. His posture stiffened, as straight as a board. His good eye widened a little, though narrowed as she spoke. The Captain not on board? Won't be back until morning? Chris stared at Morgan, rather baffled. It was not unusal for the man to stroll out at night to bed a wench or two, but never when there was work to be done. Crew came first, and today was a hethic day. Chris didn't imagine him having business with any other crew, either. The Captain trusted his mates, and would have let them know, at least Morgan. It was a little suspicious, but Chris figured he could ask the Captain in the morning what all that was about in the morning.
"Yes," he replied, allowing himself to relax.
Chris gave Morgan one last glance before walking back towards his rigging. There were many repairs to be done, and best get them all settled before the crew was too drunk to do them tonight, or hung over to do anything decent in the morning.
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It had been a long day's work, though Chris was pleased that more or less everything had been complete. It was almost a mircle, considereding the lot that just came in. He thoughtfully glanced down at the new comers.
A queer bunch, he thought with a scoof.
They always were.
Chris hummed to himself as he sat at the edge of his perch of the Rat's Nest, a bottle of ale in his hands. He was familiar with the tune the men were bellowing far down below. It was a wild reel, penned by men at sea. The pirate took another swing of his alcohol. The stuff wasn't strong, and he was moderating himself very closely. Of course, it still was all very dangerous, but Chris only allowed himself to do it. He watched as, by the lantern's glow, a small circle of men on deck ended the song to the cheers of the others. Two had violins. Three were equipped with sitars, and Chris spotted a man on a whistle. There were a couple more that played, but Roric Noseslicer- dubbed so for his missing nose- was the best. A couple of barrels were played on deck, with many mugs to go around.
In the dark of the night, Chris grinned to himself as he glanced at the harbor. It was a peaceful night. He watched as sailors wobbled on and off their ships, sometimes with a dame in their arms, sometimes with each other. The man sighed as he leaned agaist the railing. In truth, he enjoyed the parties. Despite what most thought, he COULD relax. Of course, from up on the Nest, the sound was muffled, but sometimes he liked the dulled out noise.Still, from up here he could see everything, and have a place to think.
Chris scratched the back of his head as the tune switched to an Adelan lewd balled. He tuned the melody out of his head as he sat there, pensively staring out into the dark ocean. The smell of salt and faint smell of booze filled his nose. Finally, after a while, Chris got up from his seat and carefully climbed down the ropes.
"Excuse me, gentlemen," he said in his usual crisp manner as he made his way through the swarm to grab two mug fulls of ale. He examined the crowd and frowned. Morgan would normally be among their numbers, but he didn't see her.
Probably below deck, he thought before promptly making his way to the door that lead below deck. He hadn't had the opprotunity to talk with Morgan since the afternoon, and there were a few things he wanted to discuss. It was quiet down there, though he could hear the soft snoring of a sailor.
"Morgan?" he called out as he looked around the room.
It smelt strongly of sweat and booze. Hammochs gently swayed, the light from lanterns and candles dim.