Post by Kiri on Oct 4, 2012 20:20:32 GMT -5
“Put ye back into it, ye scavvy dogs!” The captain’s sharp voice shouted across the deck as the blackened ship drew steadily closer to Port Caan.
Many of the crewmen rushed around to heed the captain’s orders. The small rowboat and its passengers made it safely to the ship of Treset; not a nautical mile from port. All it would take was a few knots of the wind to press the ship forward and back to the port; to the safety of land. The trip had been rather silent; all the shipwrecked patrons silent among each other as they huddled together off to the side. With her back against the wall, the female captain, Jillian Enouska, stayed with the ones of her ship: Lord Hades, Prince Lucas, Prince Nexus and Sir Edwin. Disappointed with herself, she simply stared out at the formidable sea that had claimed the Princess. It had taken some time, but she had convinced the men to remain calm and to wait until they got to port to send out a search party.
“I’m sorry, M’lord, but it isn’t wise to dive off the ledge of the ship! The sea is harsh and doesn’t pay any heed to who you are and will claim you without a second thought! Wait till we are docked at port before organizing a search party out to search for the Princess! Send them along to the south coasts to search; the current around these areas flow north to south.” Enouska told the frantic Lord and men with him.
“Aye, it be wise to hold on ta something!” The captain called out. As soon as he even finished uttering his word of advice, the ship gave a hard shutter and shake just as the wood connected with the rotting and reinforced dock.
At the end of the dock, a tall male stood waiting with his red-leather clad arms folded tightly across his chest. Free-flowing strands of black and white hair blew gently in the salty sea breeze as his dark almond-colored eyes stared intently at the boarded ship. His two swords slept on his back in each other their beds, and the fading thread to tie his jacket together hung loosely in front of his torso. Ares, clad still in many necklaces as usual, waited for the group to get off the ship. He hadn’t seen the shipwreck, for he had been in the jail cleaning up the mess for his Prince. Once things had begun to settle down, he took quite a few long strides towards the dock and waited patiently once more.
He first held his hand out to the woman, Enouska, helping her down to main land and giving her a small greeting and welcome. Next he helped the Lord and Prince of Forelock off the ship with a firm handshake and, yet again, another firm welcome. Finally, when it came down to the Prince. He straightened up and gave a small bow of his head. “Excuse my pardon, m’lord, but was there not another lady to be coming?” He asked; his voice deep within his chest as well as quiet and soft; as if he were whispered just for the Prince to hear him.
Many of the crewmen rushed around to heed the captain’s orders. The small rowboat and its passengers made it safely to the ship of Treset; not a nautical mile from port. All it would take was a few knots of the wind to press the ship forward and back to the port; to the safety of land. The trip had been rather silent; all the shipwrecked patrons silent among each other as they huddled together off to the side. With her back against the wall, the female captain, Jillian Enouska, stayed with the ones of her ship: Lord Hades, Prince Lucas, Prince Nexus and Sir Edwin. Disappointed with herself, she simply stared out at the formidable sea that had claimed the Princess. It had taken some time, but she had convinced the men to remain calm and to wait until they got to port to send out a search party.
“I’m sorry, M’lord, but it isn’t wise to dive off the ledge of the ship! The sea is harsh and doesn’t pay any heed to who you are and will claim you without a second thought! Wait till we are docked at port before organizing a search party out to search for the Princess! Send them along to the south coasts to search; the current around these areas flow north to south.” Enouska told the frantic Lord and men with him.
“Aye, it be wise to hold on ta something!” The captain called out. As soon as he even finished uttering his word of advice, the ship gave a hard shutter and shake just as the wood connected with the rotting and reinforced dock.
At the end of the dock, a tall male stood waiting with his red-leather clad arms folded tightly across his chest. Free-flowing strands of black and white hair blew gently in the salty sea breeze as his dark almond-colored eyes stared intently at the boarded ship. His two swords slept on his back in each other their beds, and the fading thread to tie his jacket together hung loosely in front of his torso. Ares, clad still in many necklaces as usual, waited for the group to get off the ship. He hadn’t seen the shipwreck, for he had been in the jail cleaning up the mess for his Prince. Once things had begun to settle down, he took quite a few long strides towards the dock and waited patiently once more.
He first held his hand out to the woman, Enouska, helping her down to main land and giving her a small greeting and welcome. Next he helped the Lord and Prince of Forelock off the ship with a firm handshake and, yet again, another firm welcome. Finally, when it came down to the Prince. He straightened up and gave a small bow of his head. “Excuse my pardon, m’lord, but was there not another lady to be coming?” He asked; his voice deep within his chest as well as quiet and soft; as if he were whispered just for the Prince to hear him.