our sins are washed away
The Ark had miraculously managed to arrive in Haulani safely, which, between the sea monsters, the storm, sailing over the Maw, and the seemingly constant fighting between the crew (Eloise and Jack were the worst offenders), hadn't seemed at all sure. So Saiden did what any good sailor did when first arriving in port.
He'd gone to get himself roaring drunk.
Striding down the beach, chest bare, cutlass strapped to his hip, he made a beeline straight for the Hanged Man. Entering, he immediately relaxed as the cool lighting and breeze swept over him. He did a quick scan of the interior. Most of the patrons were staring at the injured man currently guzzling apparently homemade drinks at the bar.
The cook grinned at the sight, and sauntered over to the stranger. "Mind sharing with a thirsty sailor, mate?" Hints of Northwind peppered his speech, but it was softened by his years at sea and his year and a half in Caido. Leaning his side against the bar, he turned to give the other man a proper once over.
He'd gone to get himself roaring drunk.
Striding down the beach, chest bare, cutlass strapped to his hip, he made a beeline straight for the Hanged Man. Entering, he immediately relaxed as the cool lighting and breeze swept over him. He did a quick scan of the interior. Most of the patrons were staring at the injured man currently guzzling apparently homemade drinks at the bar.
The cook grinned at the sight, and sauntered over to the stranger. "Mind sharing with a thirsty sailor, mate?" Hints of Northwind peppered his speech, but it was softened by his years at sea and his year and a half in Caido. Leaning his side against the bar, he turned to give the other man a proper once over.
