Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
It was baffling to watch the young woman. Like a lanky deer learning to handle her twig legs, she balanced and angled in ways that proved she'd never done anything physically laboring in her life. Thal was worried she might be crushed under the weight, or trip on the ends of her jacket, tipping into the waters of the pier. But she seemed to get enough of a handle to make outlandish remarks.
Thal scoffed, loud enough for some of the crew to hide the grins that had been peeking out, summoned by the apt description of their captain. It was a mixed bag with her crew. They'd seen her in all the moods: pissed, pleased, angry, annoyed, hangry, happy, ruthless, resolved, snappish, and sad. They knew it didn't matter, that it didn't change how harsh and unforgiving she could be, but she only ever asked them to do things she was willing to do herself, and she gave them plenty of time and space to enjoy the life of a pirate. Between beach days and drinking games and pillaging vessels, most of them agreed that their quality of life was pretty lax.
Still, they knew she wouldn't let them slack and they shuffled on without pause, eager to finish the work so they might get on with the festivities. A few cared enough to make a small space for the woman who decided to randomly join their working party, curiosity drawing their fleeting eyes between her and Thal, noticing the similarities and wondering how the interaction might play out.
She paid them no mind, narrowing her eyes at the challenge, fully prepared to introduce her to the brutal realities of the world. "Then don't drop it." The threat was thrown as the woman stumbled her way up the brow to the ship, the captain's searing gaze suspicious of the odd behavior.
Grabbing her own crate, Thal followed her onto the deck. It clinked in her arms, obviously filled with bottles that were presumably full based on the weight - most likely alcohol. She carried it a little more gently, unwilling to damage the goods in her path to reach the woman's side and set it amongst the other stores.
The stormy blue of her eyes cut to her before she twisted to walk away. "Don't expect to get anything out of this."
Thal scoffed, loud enough for some of the crew to hide the grins that had been peeking out, summoned by the apt description of their captain. It was a mixed bag with her crew. They'd seen her in all the moods: pissed, pleased, angry, annoyed, hangry, happy, ruthless, resolved, snappish, and sad. They knew it didn't matter, that it didn't change how harsh and unforgiving she could be, but she only ever asked them to do things she was willing to do herself, and she gave them plenty of time and space to enjoy the life of a pirate. Between beach days and drinking games and pillaging vessels, most of them agreed that their quality of life was pretty lax.
Still, they knew she wouldn't let them slack and they shuffled on without pause, eager to finish the work so they might get on with the festivities. A few cared enough to make a small space for the woman who decided to randomly join their working party, curiosity drawing their fleeting eyes between her and Thal, noticing the similarities and wondering how the interaction might play out.
She paid them no mind, narrowing her eyes at the challenge, fully prepared to introduce her to the brutal realities of the world. "Then don't drop it." The threat was thrown as the woman stumbled her way up the brow to the ship, the captain's searing gaze suspicious of the odd behavior.
Grabbing her own crate, Thal followed her onto the deck. It clinked in her arms, obviously filled with bottles that were presumably full based on the weight - most likely alcohol. She carried it a little more gently, unwilling to damage the goods in her path to reach the woman's side and set it amongst the other stores.
The stormy blue of her eyes cut to her before she twisted to walk away. "Don't expect to get anything out of this."
