06-18-2018, 12:02 AM
Agrimai Ocean
Just Over a Mile From the Aelurian Shoreline
1013 LCT
The Pinegrove
"Did anyone think to learn the local language before we got here?" Sebastian was chosen by random to be a part of the welcoming party along with 3 others. It only occurred to him as he was climbing into the wooden rowboat hanging off the side of the ship that almost everyone on the ship spoke Kivasyan, the de facto language of Kivasek.
"Don't worry about it," An older man on the boat with a thick beard and shoreman's cap spoke as he undid rope bindings to the main ship, "as long as the people on the island speak English, we should be fine." Finished with the knots, he lowered the boat whilst motioning to another bearded man, only he had glasses and a corncob pipe, "Old Igor here spent time on trade ships and learned English so he could use the harbour's brothels easier." With a chuckle from Igor and the old man, the water touched the water, the ocean smelling of fish stink.
"Oh by the Sun, what is that smell?" A middle-aged woman held her nose as she sat by the radio connecting the rowboat to The Pinegrove.
Igor lit his pipe as the rest of the people onboard held their noses,"That, my sister, is the smell of freedom. And about a million years of fish shit floating around in a slurry."
Groaning at Igor, Sebastian set his elbows onto his knees, hands holding up his chin, "Don't tell me you're going to be like this the whole way."
"Would you rather me sing some sea shanties from my sailor days?"
Exasperated, Sebastian shook his head and sighed, "No sir..."
With a toothy grin, or whatever was left of his teeth, he nodded and continued to suck on his pipe, "Good, because I can't be fucked to remember them."
Aelurian Shoreline
1046 LCT
The rowboat came ashore softly, the waves acting as a soft pilow before the sand grabbed the boat.
"We're here kiddos!" The old man, whose name was Abbot, exclaimed as he stood up to exit the boat. With Sebastian and the woman, named Karla, groaning from sea sickness, Igor hopped out of the boat with some spirit.
Sebastian laid on the bottom of the boat "I think I'm gonna paint this boat a new shade of green..."
"If that's the case, I'm gonna make sure I stay the colour I am." Karla, not nearly as sick as Sebastian, crawled out of the boat and onto the sand where Abbot and Igor helped her to her feet.
"You can't lay in there all day, boy-o. We've to make sure the people around here aren't going to blow up the larger ships." Igor left Karla with Abbot to set up the radio so he could drag Sebastian out onto the land.
"Bleghhhh." Sebastian gave weak protests as he felt the strong grip of Igor on his webbing. With a loud grunt from Igor, Sebastian felt his body being pulled up and out onto the hot sand. "Nghhh... Just kill me..."
Igor dragged Sebastian into the shade of a tall as he tsked, "We can't have that; then we can't have fun, and you can't help the Aelurians." Setting him down and kneeling next to him, Igor put a peppermint candy into Sebastian's hand, "Suck on this for a while; it'll get your head right up again."
Just as Karla and Abbot got the radio to connect to The Pinegrove, people from the nearby town found the four and approached them cautiously. Sebastian, with his mind foggy from the sea and Igor speaking English to the people, couldn't keep up with the conversation, eventually opting to close his eyes and fall asleep as his stomach settled.
Just Over a Mile From the Aelurian Shoreline
1013 LCT
The Pinegrove
"Did anyone think to learn the local language before we got here?" Sebastian was chosen by random to be a part of the welcoming party along with 3 others. It only occurred to him as he was climbing into the wooden rowboat hanging off the side of the ship that almost everyone on the ship spoke Kivasyan, the de facto language of Kivasek.
"Don't worry about it," An older man on the boat with a thick beard and shoreman's cap spoke as he undid rope bindings to the main ship, "as long as the people on the island speak English, we should be fine." Finished with the knots, he lowered the boat whilst motioning to another bearded man, only he had glasses and a corncob pipe, "Old Igor here spent time on trade ships and learned English so he could use the harbour's brothels easier." With a chuckle from Igor and the old man, the water touched the water, the ocean smelling of fish stink.
"Oh by the Sun, what is that smell?" A middle-aged woman held her nose as she sat by the radio connecting the rowboat to The Pinegrove.
Igor lit his pipe as the rest of the people onboard held their noses,"That, my sister, is the smell of freedom. And about a million years of fish shit floating around in a slurry."
Groaning at Igor, Sebastian set his elbows onto his knees, hands holding up his chin, "Don't tell me you're going to be like this the whole way."
"Would you rather me sing some sea shanties from my sailor days?"
Exasperated, Sebastian shook his head and sighed, "No sir..."
With a toothy grin, or whatever was left of his teeth, he nodded and continued to suck on his pipe, "Good, because I can't be fucked to remember them."
Aelurian Shoreline
1046 LCT
The rowboat came ashore softly, the waves acting as a soft pilow before the sand grabbed the boat.
"We're here kiddos!" The old man, whose name was Abbot, exclaimed as he stood up to exit the boat. With Sebastian and the woman, named Karla, groaning from sea sickness, Igor hopped out of the boat with some spirit.
Sebastian laid on the bottom of the boat "I think I'm gonna paint this boat a new shade of green..."
"If that's the case, I'm gonna make sure I stay the colour I am." Karla, not nearly as sick as Sebastian, crawled out of the boat and onto the sand where Abbot and Igor helped her to her feet.
"You can't lay in there all day, boy-o. We've to make sure the people around here aren't going to blow up the larger ships." Igor left Karla with Abbot to set up the radio so he could drag Sebastian out onto the land.
"Bleghhhh." Sebastian gave weak protests as he felt the strong grip of Igor on his webbing. With a loud grunt from Igor, Sebastian felt his body being pulled up and out onto the hot sand. "Nghhh... Just kill me..."
Igor dragged Sebastian into the shade of a tall as he tsked, "We can't have that; then we can't have fun, and you can't help the Aelurians." Setting him down and kneeling next to him, Igor put a peppermint candy into Sebastian's hand, "Suck on this for a while; it'll get your head right up again."
Just as Karla and Abbot got the radio to connect to The Pinegrove, people from the nearby town found the four and approached them cautiously. Sebastian, with his mind foggy from the sea and Igor speaking English to the people, couldn't keep up with the conversation, eventually opting to close his eyes and fall asleep as his stomach settled.
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