Pasha scrambled to and fro in her room, gathering many maps and equipment. All her short years of travelling had her well kitted out for wherever the Keptin would want to go next, but she still wanted a new map. Maybe she could whine enough about the conditions of Navigating to get another. It had been five years since she had made the decision (also known as being coerced at sword point) to become one of the Farragut’s crew, her quick mind and way with Navigating the stars had quickly made up for her lack of willingness and speech impediment.
Pulling her things into her arms she marched out onto the deck, wondering where the Keptin was. She had to discuss the next port of call, it had been a horrific battle for such a minor skirmish and they desperately needed supplies. She moved towards the Captain’s quarters, the largest quarters on the ship. She banged on the door and waited for his reply. ‘Strange. No answer’ Pasha thought to herself before resolving ‘He’s probably tucked up with two busty wenches and a flagon of Ale, damn old seadog.'
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Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of Wodka...
Date: 2009-09-19 07:32 am (UTC)Pulling her things into her arms she marched out onto the deck, wondering where the Keptin was. She had to discuss the next port of call, it had been a horrific battle for such a minor skirmish and they desperately needed supplies. She moved towards the Captain’s quarters, the largest quarters on the ship. She banged on the door and waited for his reply. ‘Strange. No answer’ Pasha thought to herself before resolving ‘He’s probably tucked up with two busty wenches and a flagon of Ale, damn old seadog.'