by Wildmagic_warrior » Wed Aug 31, 2011 11:09 am
"If you're worried about bein' tossed overboard," said Melody, "You could tie yerself to the rail, or go down to the infirmary with the stowaway, the Cap'n, and Rodney."
On the western coast of Ireland, at the edge of a long dock, sat a tall young man of perhaps twenty years old. He had a shock of red hair and stubble on his chin where he had forgotten to shave the morning before. He held a fishing pole lazily between his knees, leaning back on the dock with his hands for support. The fish were as lazy today as he was- there hadn't been a single bite for hours. The young man was wearing calf-length, homespun breeches, and his feet trailed in the clear ocean water as it swished around, about and under the dock on which he sat. He was shirtless, and on his chest were three raggedy round scars, like the kind a pistol might make if shot from far away. Not that he could remember where he had gotten them, though- he had washed up in the sleepy Irish village one night, without any recollection of what had come before. He called himself Gannet, after the bird that had screeched so loudly outside that he had regained consciousness in a small wooden hut on the ocean's shore. The town's doctor and his wife, who had taken him in and stitched him up, were elderly, and so they treated him like their son. He was fishing for their supper, but he was too busy watching the storm far out to sea to care if anything came up to bite. It would roll in this afternoon, maybe this night- he should warn the village to bring in their animals. Tempests could be nasty, especially ones from out at sea.
I'm Wildmagic_warrior,
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I have a bachelor's degree in Russian Studies. I also love stage management and theater tech! English is my first language, but I also speak Russian and sign ASL.