drinking champagne from the fire escape, watching all my troubles rain down
The ship careens hard with the sales, nearly enough to throw Milo into the rail of the crows nest, but he holds on – holds onto his spyglass with a death grip. He checks the water and the surrounding area for anything that may have caused it other than the winds and Aurelia’s mishap with steering, however, and sees nothing but a splotch of pink off in the distance, something they’re headed directly for.
He ensures he’s correct with the spyglass before he calls down to them, and when it is confirmed, Milo’s angling his head down toward Aurelia and Jack, cupping around his mouth to hopefully amplify his voice. “Oy! We got ‘ncantados directly ahead! Should go a bit off course!” He shouts down to them, hoping that it’s loud enough for them to hear over everything else.
If Milo knows anything, it’s that you don’t want to fuck with encantados when you’re sailing. His father taught him that.
Milo tries to shout down to Jack and Aurelia that there’s a group of encantados directly ahead and that they should go a bit off course to not ram into them.
He ensures he’s correct with the spyglass before he calls down to them, and when it is confirmed, Milo’s angling his head down toward Aurelia and Jack, cupping around his mouth to hopefully amplify his voice. “Oy! We got ‘ncantados directly ahead! Should go a bit off course!” He shouts down to them, hoping that it’s loud enough for them to hear over everything else.
If Milo knows anything, it’s that you don’t want to fuck with encantados when you’re sailing. His father taught him that.
Milo tries to shout down to Jack and Aurelia that there’s a group of encantados directly ahead and that they should go a bit off course to not ram into them.
everyone i know's got somewhere to go
I'm here with my head in the clouds
MILO
