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Eventually dragging himself off the deck he helped get the knots untied, snapping at a couple of his crew that decided to slice the rope because they weren’t able to figure out how to get the knot undone. Rolling his eyes he mumbled something to himself about the fact that rope didn’t grow on trees. While there was still much to be done the sun was already setting far too early, besides the crew was more than eager to be able to sit down for a hot meal and get some much needed rest. Of course he was right in there with them, ready to warm himself with some strong rum. The crew was rather quiet throughout the meal before shuffling off to find a place to crash for the night. Dragging himself back up to his quarters. His hair was little more than a tangled stringy mess at this point and his clothes stuck awkwardly to his skin. Kicking his boots, leaving them standing in the middle of the room before throwing his clothes on the bed.

Changing into a fresh set pair of pants he held his shirt in his hands as he noticed he saw an all too familiar form standing in the moonlight. He certainly could just ignore Frey and leave him in peace. All the same he couldn’t really help himself. Throwing his shirt over his shoulder he pulled open the door making his way across the moonlit desk. Crossing his arm over his chest he smiled a little to himself as he approached the other. His fingers worked through his spindly tangled hair. “I should congratulate you for surviving your first storm.” A low chuckle rumbled through his chest as he made his way over to join him on the railing. Leaning heavily on the dark wood he did his best to conceal a very loud yawn. With a heavy blink he rolled his neck hearing a few loud pops in succession in the back of his neck. “That was a big, but it could have been a whole lot worse.” Gripping on close the railing he moved to grab on to the railing with both hands before swinging both of his legs over the railing.

Slipping his feet through the slits in the railing to keep himself from plunging into the ocean below. Holding on tightly he hummed softly to himself. The storm reminded him of the exhilaration of being on a ship. He got rather comfortable with his little makeshift family sometimes it was easy for him to forget that he could easily loose all of it with one massive wave or a well placed cannonball shot.

Roffe made himself comfortable on the piece of wood he was perched on, unbothered by the water below. He’d always wanted to push how close he could get to the water without it being able to drag him down. He would scare his father and crew half to death every time they caught him sitting, or sometimes even standing on the railing. Eventually they just tied a long rope along the railing and gave up on trying to get him to stop. It also earned him the nickname Monkey from the previous Captain Kent. “You don’t get to see a lot of those storms. They come and the waves are so strong they sweep you and your rope out into the middle of the sea.” He joked darkly turning his head out to look towards the water. All the while he could hear the soft click of claws across the deck. Quirking a brow he watched the raven in his journey across the deck seemingly equally curious of the bird as it was of him. Strangely he found him wondering just what the bird seemed to have made up its mind about when looking at him. Shaking his head he reminded himself it was a bird. Of course anything was possible at this point.

In the lull of silence he released a long slow breath in and back out again. His mind drifted a few other places, like a buoy set loose in the tide. “Don’t ever count on me being asleep. Good chance I’ll still be up lurching around until morning.” Shrugging his shoulders a little he was being honest. Kent didn’t ever seem to find sleep all that easy, until everything on his mind was settled, so some nights he didn’t get a wink of sleep at all. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to miss one of our little late night chats.” Chuckling softly to himself he lightly nudged the other’s side with his elbow. They always seemed to end up meeting here anyway, regardless of whether or not they meant to. He would occasionally let one of his feet slip loose of the slants in the railing to let them lazily dangle over the side of the ship. It was amusing enough to watch the raven seemingly get on Alex’s nerves.

“Is that bird your familiar or something like that?” Kent questioned with an incline of his head. He might have been doing a bit more reading after Alex had shared his secret. It could just be a bird, but after everything he’d seen that seemed like the least likely answer to the question. Peeling a hand off of the railing he used it brush his hair aside bracing himself against the railing just in case a strong wave showed up. Clamping his hands back against the wood he looked from the bird to the person the bird was using as a perch, toying with the bandana that was covering up his hair. It reminded the young captain of the fact he still hadn’t see what his hair looked like underneath. Of course, it was rather low on his list of priorities for the moment.

With a stifled chuckle the man ideally nodded his head. Chat probably wasn’t the best descriptor for their first handful of conversations. Slowly, but surely Alex had warmed up to the crew and the crew had warmed up to him. Of course, he was the only one on the ship who knew that he had anything more noteworthy about him than a pair of silver eyes. Not that it was a big deal either way. His crew had been accepting of just about anyone they’d absorbed into their little crew. He’d probably just have to ease them into the idea. While he was following that rabbit hole of a thought, he almost completely missed the fact that Alex had an answer for him. Shaking his head he quickly turned to look back to him, managing to catch most of what he said. Something about them being bonded to souls and the fact that the raven was special because he was found not summoned. Strangely, he was a hard time keeping focused on much of anything there for a moment. Roffe just chalked it up to stress and exhaustion.

With another laugh he watched the bird of his puff out its chest clearly knowing it was something special just like his person. “That bird is something for sure then.” He hummed stowing away the new information for later. Wherever Alex’s mind was taking him seemed to take the light from his eyes with him. Watching a dullness take its place, he had to readjust his precarious position on the railing. Then he and Slick exchanged a look. Kent wasn’t sure how he was feeling about the way the bird was looking at him, like he had a plan in mind. Settling in he watched the show between the two of them. That was until the red bandana finally was pulled loss from his head for the first time to reveal…yet another surprise he hadn’t been expecting.

“Holy shit!” He hissed as he almost lost his grip on the railing having to quickly look away to keep from falling over the side. Clamping his hands down tightly to the wood only sighing when his weight settled on the railing again. Casting a look at Alex he was clearly still having to process the fact that he not only had silver eyes, but silver hair as well. An seemingly unending amount of new surprises. Taking a deep breath he got over that and the brief jump in his heartbeat.

“Full of surprises aren’t you?” Sighing a little to himself the young captain shook his head. He should have guessed there was more he was hiding, not that silver hair would have been his first guess either. Shaking his head lightly to himself he kicked his legs back over to stand himself up on the deck. “I guess I can see why you were hiding it.” He commented watching him for a moment. It was like seeing a clean shaven man with a beard. It was a stark contrast seeing him here now with the silvery hair that made him look almost unworldly in the moonlight. That would have been much harder to explain away then silver eyes.

His mismatched eyes followed Alex as he made his way across the deck to disappear beneath the deck. The captain stayed standing on the deck for a while longer before he finally couldn’t hold back a low yawn that signaled it was time to get some sleep. Pulling his arms high above his head he strolled through the moonlight back to his room. He hummed quietly to himself as he closed the door softly behind him. A few of the treasure put on display had been knocked around in the storm. Sighing he shook his head as he came face to face with the shattered remains of what had once been a priceless statue. He couldn’t recall just how his father had gotten it or why he always had it displayed for all to see. Throwing the pieces into an empty bucket he slumped down into his bed, the need for sleep finally over taking him and leading him to crash on to the sheets, not even bothering to take off his boots before doing so. Burying his face in the the pillow the rest of the word fell into darkness.

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The two days that followed were rather uneventful in comparison. There were no great storms threatening to blow them off course. The sea was calm and his men were relatively happy and comfortable. They were still grumbling about the small portions or bland food they were being given, but Howell and he had agreed to try conserve whatever they could until they were able to unload their wares in Xei-Wei Clar. While the island was a safe bet in terms of moving the goods with few questions, they didn’t have as many contacts that might be able to push what they had and get them money as quickly as they’d like. Roffe wasn’t too overly concerned considering the fact that they had valuable goods, it wouldn’t matter in the end where they came from.

Everything had fallen into a pretty nice routine in the meantime. He still had his late night chats with Frey on the upper deck. It had become an unintentional habit, but he wasn’t really complaining about it either. The secret mage seemed to have fit himself pretty well among the rest of the crew. He’d even caught Winn saying something positive about him and his work ethic once, which was high praise coming from a former navy man.

When the call rang out signaling that land wasn’t far off Roffe was below deck helping divvy up the items and take stock of just what they had. Of course he was all doing it from an overturned barrel he was perched on. Winn was standing on his right scrawling down a neat list of what exactly they should have and the possible value of the item might be. The young captain in the mean while had his mouth fixed in a thin line as his eyes flickered about the room, not really focusing on anything particular. “I’ll track down Haun, she’ll probably be willing to take a few things off our hands or at least give us the name of someone who might.” Kent decided sliding himself off the barrel.

Smiling he seemed rather satisfied with himself for coming up with a solution. Winn looked up, his pen paused mid-air at the name, a bit of ink splattering down on to the page. Breathing sharply he quickly scribbled a few more things on the page before the ink dried all together. “There are others besides Haun, that are more....” He trailed off as he looked up and realizing that Roffe had already gone above deck as they drew closer to land. Rolling his eyes a little the other man finished what he was doing before moving to join Kent on the upper deck, still with his list clamped tightly in hand. The pair stood side by side as they slowly drew towards the harbor. Small fishing boats were flanking the water on all sides. He watched as they hoisted up a yellow flag to make their intentions known to those in the port.

The cold wind tugged and pulled on her coat as she briskly moved to make her rounds for the morning. The grass was already starting to turn golden and brittle. It wouldn’t be long now before the winter storms buried them under the powdery snow. It had been relatively quiet lately. The occasion hawk was always flying overhead, waiting for a young chicken to pluck up of course. Still, she thanked her lucky stars that the vile wolves were keeping their distance from her home. There was no room for them here. Peaking her head through the slants of the fence watching the cows and sheep out in the fields. Slipping through the space in between the fences she stretched her legs as she ran across the pasture, hardly getting any attention from the animals she passed. Poppy slowed coming to the edge of their fence, which the humans used to mark their territory, she began to slowly move along the fence following it all the while trying to pick out any scents that didn’t belong there. Her ears shot up and her whole body went still when the musky scent of a wolf reached her nose. Snapping her head up this way and that she scanned the horizon for just where the smell had come from.

Prowling along the remainder expanse of the fence she followed wherever the scent was leading her. Even if all wolves smelled practically the same to her this was still a scent that was new to her. A wolf dense enough to come on to her master’s land was going to have to learn what a poor choice that really was. A low growl rumbled deep in her throat she turned sharply to make her way back to the animals. With a sharp bark she began organizing the sheep back into a uniform herd to drive them back into the safety of the the barn. The flurry of activity would hopefully be enough to bring out her owner from inside. He would bring his gun and make short work of any intruders on their land. In the mean time she pushed the sheep back towards home, keeping her attention on her surroundings expecting to see the wolf at any time.

The white flock of sheep was easily shepherded back towards the safety of the large metal shed. She barely had a moment to breath before the stench of wolf overwhelmed her once. A lightning bolt of fear struck her where she stood. The wolf had slipped past without her notice. Growling loudly to herself she quickly took off running with a sudden commotion that came from around the other sides of the barn. The chickens frantic calls and loud flapping of their wings. Her heart dropped inside her chest. As she ran she sounded the alarm, her sharp barks sounding out through the farm.

Making it the chicken coop she growled lowly as she watched the wolf standing there uselessly snapping at the chickens shooting across the coop trying to fly away. The loud bang of the screen door could be heard somewhere behind her. Not able to contain her anger a moment longer she leapt forwards springing into action. Barking wildly she danced around the larger coal black brute trying to get his attention off of the children. He tried to snap her teeth at him trying to keep out of his reach.

The elderly old man hobbled his way down the stairs as Poppy’s barks drew him out of the house. Holding a shotgun he shouted at the top of his lungs, calling Poppy away. The sheepdog sharply turned to reluctantly returning to her owner’s side. Raising his gun up in the air he let out a loud warning shot, before turning the barrel of his gun to face towards the large wolf. Certainly he wasn’t afraid to shot the wolf if it meant saving his livelihood.

The hackles along her neck began to rise as soon as the wolf spoke for the first time. It sent a slight chill down her back. Peeling her lips back in a snarl she kept her spot beside her owner. The older man stood poised staring down the barrel of his shotgun, his finger hovering over the trigger. Poppy angled her body towards the wolf in case he thought to make any moves towards her human. She growled softly to herself at the derogatory way the wolf spoke to her. “Why come here? Are all the rabbits too fast for you to catch?” She snapped back punctuating it with a low growl. She did it mostly to hide the slight humiliation burning under her pelt. She hated that he was able to get under her pelt like this.

Her human gave another shout, sounding louder and stronger than the old man truly was. She watched her human out of the corner of her eye. A bit of concern flashing in her soft brown eyes. He almost looked like the wind was going to knock him over. If he shot the wolf it would mean he would be out here all night waiting for the rest of the pack to show up, he’d done it before. The loyal dog that she was, she couldn’t let that happen. “Make a run as soon as the gun lowers and don’t come back here again.” The sheepdog barked slowly ripping her eyes away from the black brute. Her body language changed on a dime. Lowering her head she made herself as small possible ducking her head as she went to hide behind her owner whining lowly the entire time.

The elderly man dropped his muzzle the slightest bit as he looked back over his shoulder. He barked a question at her that she didn’t really understand, but knew what he was trying to ask. Her coat was burning even hotter as she continued to watch the wolf. Now was the time to go. If he could. She always lamented the fact that her human couldn’t speak to her like the wolf could, then she could have just asked him to let the sorry excuse for a canine go. Instead she had to find a way to distract him instead.

Hey, I’d definitely be interested in plotting!

I have a couple ideas in mind depending on what you want. I have some more supernatural ideas and slice of life

Alright awesome! I’m on mobile so sorry for any typos or anything

Idea 1 (supernatural/medieval?): A young explorer finds an ancient tomb. Inside they found a someone locked up inside. A demon to be exact that wants to watch the world burn. They convince the explorer to break the seal. Only catch is now that demon is bound to the adventurer until they fulfill their greatest dream

Idea 2 (slice of life): Ranch hand/ ranch owner’s daughter with the ranch hand’s past coming back at some point

Idea 3: Former partners in crime reuniting after one of them goes straight

I was thinking Muse A could be the explorer and Muse B could be the demon

Yep I was thinking maybe Muse A can maybe see a manifestation of Muse B that only they could see. I think it would depend on what Muse A’s end goal would be. Maybe it could lead to Muse A starting to become corrupted by demon and Muse B starts to reformed by Muse A.

Either one works for me. Hmm, maybe we can see how things go.

I can go ahead and make the thread in a little bit

I’m about to go to bed, I wanted to get this thread up. I will add my character form in the morning