just take your time wherever you go
Saiden scratched at his chest, fingers tugging at the hairs there. Like Jack, the cook was shirtless, but unlike the captain the Hali's shirt was nowhere to be seen. He was barefoot as well. In fact, other than a skimpy pair of shorts and a belt that held a cutlas he was entirely unclothed.
The Climb hadn't been his favorite. And he'd looked for Jack to say something, but the captain had been scarce and time had been of the essence. Admittedly, Saiden hadn't looked that hard. "Hot. And not the fun kind of hot." He shrugged. "Lava and ash. We found some water that kinda worked though."
He followed the other man across the sand, toes digging into the dunes. Lacking sunglasses, the cook lifted one hand and shaded his eyes, peering at the nearby structure. "Bad. Especially for business." He sighed, shaking his head slightly.
The Climb hadn't been his favorite. And he'd looked for Jack to say something, but the captain had been scarce and time had been of the essence. Admittedly, Saiden hadn't looked that hard. "Hot. And not the fun kind of hot." He shrugged. "Lava and ash. We found some water that kinda worked though."
He followed the other man across the sand, toes digging into the dunes. Lacking sunglasses, the cook lifted one hand and shaded his eyes, peering at the nearby structure. "Bad. Especially for business." He sighed, shaking his head slightly.
