full speed ahead 'til I'm dead in the fast lane
There was a tempest on the way. One was brewing above them in the grey clouds and the humid air. Another was building behind Jack’s eyes, certain to crack forth at some point (hopefully after they set sail). And a third was just walking up the gangplank, twanging the strings of his telepathy and warning him to perhaps tread carefully if he didn’t want a premature headache or risk more bruises.
The captain had just finished tying a knot in one of the sail ropes, inspection complete, when Melita’s voice struck the air. ”Aye,” he said shortly, pausing to call an order for one of the men to pick up where he left off before turning to face the redhead and beckoning for her to walk as they spoke. ”Got a feelin’ it’ll be more’n one,” he remarked, pausing by a barrel of fresh water and dunking the cup that was attached to it with a bit of rope so he could take a drink.
The captain had just finished tying a knot in one of the sail ropes, inspection complete, when Melita’s voice struck the air. ”Aye,” he said shortly, pausing to call an order for one of the men to pick up where he left off before turning to face the redhead and beckoning for her to walk as they spoke. ”Got a feelin’ it’ll be more’n one,” he remarked, pausing by a barrel of fresh water and dunking the cup that was attached to it with a bit of rope so he could take a drink.
