A ship is safe in harbor,
It seemed that the two were in agreeance (even if it was in more words than she would have liked), and Thal couldn't really blame them. She got the impression that the man had more interest in the 'stealing' part of being a pirate than the fact that this was an application to be her first mate. Although she doubted a coup would be successful, she didn't want that kind of stress. Nodding her head, she stated flatly, "Then it's settled." Pushing off the railing, she gave them a sideways glance. "Think about how we're going to slim down the others." Then she left them on the quarter deck, making her way down the steps towards the group.
A wordless glance at one of the crew members was enough for them to begin shifting the plank into position. The four candidates stood next to it. Candidate one barely noticed it, distracted chatting with a nearby sailor about some goddess he'd managed to seduce. Candidate two glared at the wooden plank but didn't comment, standing firm at Thal's approach. Candidate three was obviously debating the risks of touching Astaroth's fine clothing. And candidate four hung apart from the others, seemingly unphased and unimpressed by anything occurring.
Thal didn't hesitate to grab the oily cretin by the collar, hauling his stunned figure to the newly created exit. "Wait! Wait! What are you doing?!" His limbs flailed, trying to keep her from pulling him to the edge, but she just laughed at the effort, kicking his legs out from under him. "If you can't figure this much out, then maybe your head will make a good floatation device."
His face went ashen, his face flapping open like a shore-bound fish. "But - but - I don't know how to swim!" The earlier confidence was nowhere to be found, replaced by an undesirable welp willing to resort to begging. Thal was more than a little grateful to see the slimeball gone. She perched him on the side of the plank, giving him the opportunity to stand and leave with dignity, even if she was completely unsurprised by his choice to cling to the wood like a lifeline.
There was no compassion in her expression as she knelt next to his shaking form. "One of the requirements for the position was that you be able to swim." And with that, she shoved the man off into the water with the bottom of her boot meeting his wide-eyed face. He screamed the entire way down, but Thal was already turned away, returning to Astaroth andCatalina before a splash could be heard. As if it was any other day, she asked, "What did you come up with?"
Round 3: Come up with a unique way to test the remaining three candidates and weed out the weak! No posting order.
A wordless glance at one of the crew members was enough for them to begin shifting the plank into position. The four candidates stood next to it. Candidate one barely noticed it, distracted chatting with a nearby sailor about some goddess he'd managed to seduce. Candidate two glared at the wooden plank but didn't comment, standing firm at Thal's approach. Candidate three was obviously debating the risks of touching Astaroth's fine clothing. And candidate four hung apart from the others, seemingly unphased and unimpressed by anything occurring.
Thal didn't hesitate to grab the oily cretin by the collar, hauling his stunned figure to the newly created exit. "Wait! Wait! What are you doing?!" His limbs flailed, trying to keep her from pulling him to the edge, but she just laughed at the effort, kicking his legs out from under him. "If you can't figure this much out, then maybe your head will make a good floatation device."
His face went ashen, his face flapping open like a shore-bound fish. "But - but - I don't know how to swim!" The earlier confidence was nowhere to be found, replaced by an undesirable welp willing to resort to begging. Thal was more than a little grateful to see the slimeball gone. She perched him on the side of the plank, giving him the opportunity to stand and leave with dignity, even if she was completely unsurprised by his choice to cling to the wood like a lifeline.
There was no compassion in her expression as she knelt next to his shaking form. "One of the requirements for the position was that you be able to swim." And with that, she shoved the man off into the water with the bottom of her boot meeting his wide-eyed face. He screamed the entire way down, but Thal was already turned away, returning to Astaroth and
Round 3: Come up with a unique way to test the remaining three candidates and weed out the weak! No posting order.
Thalassa
but that's not what ships are built for.
