The Voyage - A Ship Romance RP [Still Accepting!]

[Light.The.Lamp]

Alexander chuckled. "Woke up healthy as a horse today!" he smiled. "Thank you for the consern though Sharissa."

[TheUnderDog]

"I have the right to worry, Master." Then she smiled, glad to hear that. "You're such a great friend of mine. It's always hurtful for me when you fall ill." Leaning against the rails, she looked out into the ocean for a second and looked back at Alexander, smiling.

[Light.The.Lamp]

"aww." he smiled sniffing. "great friend! so touched!" he chuckled. "So.. do you know were any one is around here?" he asked looking around. "it's empty around here."

[Gezza]

Rose ran onto the ship, feet pounding, hair flying, down to Alexander's room. She paused before going in, trying to regain her composure and hoping she succeeded. Smiling she walked in. "I'm back," she said setting her bags down.

[Light.The.Lamp]

*cough couch thierondeckneartherailingIthinkyoujustranbythme!*

[TheUnderDog]

"Oh, they're down at the city where they just docked this boat. Everyone was leaving just minutes ago... Me getting a nose bleed in the process," Sharissa muttered the last part, putting her fingers delicately over her nose. "Well, at least it doesn't hurt now." Then she looked up at him with a grin.

[Light.The.Lamp]

Alexander furrowed his brows "And How did that happen?" he asked

[Gezza]

*cough couch thierondeckneartherailingIthinkyoujustranbythme!*

(whoops)

Rose dropped the bags and went back up on deck.

[TheUnderDog]

"I tripped," Sharissa murmured in embarassment, looking down at the ocean. "And fell on my face. But Ryan was nice enough to bring me back to his room where his mom helped me with my nose."

[thePiPer]

"One, I am not a big baby. I'm fifteen years old. And two, if your back, arms, and legs hurt too, why can't we just skip out and go into town already?" He studied Drake's expression, taking note of the small smile on his lips and the way his eyes shined. "You are not actually enjoying doing this, are you?" He asked incredulously, eyeing Drake and straightening up to walk like a normal person.

"Right right, it's the thought that counts, hm?" Jack said saucily. But the uncertain look promptly returned to his face, and he turned to blink at Drake. "But I never really paid any attention as to what color Mo's eyes are..." he stammered, narrowing his eyes as he tried to recall her eye color. Were they blue? Hazel? Ah! They were green! A pale green that always expressed her feelings more than her expression or behavior.

"Oh, fifteen," Drake said dramatically, a hand on his brow as he paused to pretend to marvel as he looked at Jack. "Fifteen does make you a big, old baby, then," he said as if it were the simplest logic in the world. He looked at Jack thoughtfully, rolling his eyes. "Because it'll be my hide that gets skinned if all that water's not out. And I'll make sure yours in in the bunch, too," he explained simply. He put on a disdained expression, eyes wide and mouth forming an O. "Me? Enjoy work? Jack, all it does is pay, feed me, and clothe me, and give me a roof to live under. I'm quite fine doing this."

"Don't get sarcastic with me!" he murmured, rolling his eyes. He smirked down at Jack, little fifteen-year-old, clueless Jack, blinking back in a mocking way. "You didn't?" he asked, his voice dramatic but toned down enough not to draw too attention to his wonderful acting again. He watched Jack's expression as he struggled to remember, and he smiled brightly as his eyes lit up as if remembering something he should have never forgotten. "Good boy. I bet she knows what your eye color is. Without hesitating, I bet she could answer me!" His tone was teasing, and he rubbed Jack's head like an older brother would his young sibling.