Life is either a daring adventure or nothing.
Even after they dropped Astaroth off at port, the crew didn't seem eager to stop their celebrations of the new first mate. Spook wasn't especially interested in participating and the sailors didn't appear comfortable with him yet, but they'd take any excuse to get completely wasted. Thal couldn't disagree with the sentiment.
They'd anchored near the Maw, knowing no one would bother them in the open ocean. A small skeleton crew manned the decks while the majority of them were crammed into the mess hall. They'd pushed a few boxes and barrels into the space, adding extra seating and makeshift tables to hold card games and tankards of ale. A few sailors were belting a garishly inappropriate shanty, butchering every note which made her flinch. Refusing to fully participate in the festivities, Thal stood against the doorframe, admiring the embarrassing display, especially the redhead that seemed to fit in so well. Taking a sip of her own glass of bourbon, she observed the interactions.
They'd anchored near the Maw, knowing no one would bother them in the open ocean. A small skeleton crew manned the decks while the majority of them were crammed into the mess hall. They'd pushed a few boxes and barrels into the space, adding extra seating and makeshift tables to hold card games and tankards of ale. A few sailors were belting a garishly inappropriate shanty, butchering every note which made her flinch. Refusing to fully participate in the festivities, Thal stood against the doorframe, admiring the embarrassing display, especially the redhead that seemed to fit in so well. Taking a sip of her own glass of bourbon, she observed the interactions.
Thalassa
