The shorter, and elder, of the two gave the newcomer an appraising look. A sharp, smart look. The younger was more openly curious, nearly a look of wonder.
"First mate Harold Lowe, and you're aboard the schooner Lady Grey of Cardiff," the elder finally said. His accent, for those who knew it, was Welsh, an almost sing-song note to it that seemed nearly at odds with the way he could bark from the stern and hit the bowsprit with his voice.
"Second mate Montgomery Scott," the younger added on, giving their rescue a quick bit of a grin, before schooling his features back to something more acceptable. Similar accent, but not nearly the same.
"What brings you to us?" Lowe asked, his even gaze never wavering.
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Re: Going for Grey
Date: 2009-09-20 12:55 am (UTC)"First mate Harold Lowe, and you're aboard the schooner Lady Grey of Cardiff," the elder finally said. His accent, for those who knew it, was Welsh, an almost sing-song note to it that seemed nearly at odds with the way he could bark from the stern and hit the bowsprit with his voice.
"Second mate Montgomery Scott," the younger added on, giving their rescue a quick bit of a grin, before schooling his features back to something more acceptable. Similar accent, but not nearly the same.
"What brings you to us?" Lowe asked, his even gaze never wavering.