Pirates in your town! (Ric and open)

[shinigamikitsune]

As ever changing as the sea, crewmates come and crewmates go. The only thing that remained ever unchanging aboard the Hell Cat was her Captian. Sebastian wasn't one to deny his crew the chance to leave when they felt it was time.

Today they docked into the town of Cerenis. This would be a better place to unload their cargo and find buyers for it, then it would be in Arca this time. It didn't take long for the appointed cargo to be unloaded, and the crew given their other duties to accomplish before they were allowed to revel in their own devices. Shore leave was always a welcomed time amoung his crew, and Sebastian wouldn't deny them that. This time they would be in port for a week. The would set sail at dawn on the seventh morning. Any crew member not on board at that time would be left behind. That's just how things were.

[Anonymous]

"ahoy captain. Some self brought piece of fresh supplies." Allan waved a fresh bushel of apple's around. Having signed in the ship at the docking office and registered the cargo going out and the cargo going in.
His daily duties almost complete, all he had left with was to assist the chef when he arrived with food and drink.

"Want one?" Waving a pair of the green juicy one's around with practiced hand. One of them where his own, taking a bite while smiling from ear to ear. "They have said winter is going to be harsh this year."

Rolling his eyes while taking another bite, savouring the taste while some of the sweet juice escaped down his chin. "Harsher than usual at least."

[shinigamikitsune]

Sebastian turned his attention to his second mate. The man could be a little overzealous at times, but he was reliable and had earned his spot among his crew.

With a smile he held out his hands to catch the fruit Allan offered. "They're always saying such things. So it's best to take a little salt with there warnings before heeding them."

He hoped down from his perch after the fruit had been thrown to him, before taking a bite. Fresh fruit always tasted sweetest the first day on land after a long stint out at sea. "Though this time it might be wise to heed their words. Even the sea's been giving us her subtle that it might be wise to sail for warmer lands this winter."

[Anonymous]

"No need ter decide too soon though. Who knows what luck we will have in Cerenis. Life's little way of sayin dun't plan too far ahead. Best be on my way."

Placing the bushel of apple's at the usual spot on the deck to let any crew left have their very own taste of shore life. His feet swayed with motion, as if remembering every wave that had rocked his heart. "Speak of the devil, our chef be runnin late."

Its not that Jones cared too much bout leisure time, aside from a trip to the local barber to trim his beard and wash out old sea from his hair there was not much desire left for women, or men if he fancied that. Fidgeting with his hair, while leaning at the rail. Calmly observing the harbour life, watching it for clues.