Post by Finn Whelan on Feb 21, 2020 7:39:55 GMT
Twin eyebrows perked upwards as Finneas picked up on his mistake during the foreign conversation between the two men. Perhaps his fast mouth that moved at a much quicker pace than his mind sometimes did, a habit of his that more often than not was his Achilles' Heel, might not exactly be the most desirable party to have in welcoming foreigners to a new land. Wincing when it was evident the two were speaking of him and perhaps not exactly thrilled at his brashness in blurting out words faster than seagull maneuvered on a strong draft.
Clearly the adviser had taken up to mocking him in turn, speaking a language entirely unknown to the Pirate, though he could pick up on tone well enough to know that he wasn't praising Finn for his amazing jawline or flawless sense of "Seafarer Chic" fashion.
Pursing his lips into a kiss and winking at the smaller foreigner in a flirtatious manner.
"Right this way, Ser,"
Finn turned on the heel of his boot to lead him along,
"Shame your...lovely..friend won't be joining us. He seems like a real party-animal."
Finneas prodded, a crooked grin of jest stretching his features.
"Dalia!"
He called out,
"Ready?"
"Aye, Cap'!"
The Elven woman shouted back, with half a salute,
"Dropping sails!"
The crimson unfurled, billowing out to grasp at the strong breeze, swept off on the current at a sudden speed that had Finneas grabbing hold of the wheel to keep his balance.
"Breezy day,"
he commented to the King, looking back to make sure the longboat, was indeed, securely in tow just as Emry emerged from bellow with a couple of bottles he'd gathered up from the storeroom. He scowled as he handed one to the Captain who tore the cork free with his teeth, keeping one hand on the wheel so the ship would not stray from its course. He spat the cork to the side, tilting the bottle back as to take a long, joyous, swig while Emerson held another bottle of what seemed to be spiced rum in the direction of Aurelius, the bottle's seal yet unbroken.
Emerson thought it wise to not risk the suspicion of poisoning or some such, not with that nosy and untrusting adviser sniffling around them, Emry could only guess, waiting for the chance to throw an accusation their way... Not that he'd be entirely unjustified, given they had initially hoped to rob these men. But. Best not to push matters further.
His Captain may be of the volition to 'leap before he looked', but Emry was not so impulsive or unprepared.
"To new friends," Finn raised his bottle in cheers to Aurelius, wind throwing dark strands of messy hair in every direction as he seemed more than at home behind the wheel of The Wolfsbane.
He felt nowhere more at home than right here.
And it showed.
Clearly the adviser had taken up to mocking him in turn, speaking a language entirely unknown to the Pirate, though he could pick up on tone well enough to know that he wasn't praising Finn for his amazing jawline or flawless sense of "Seafarer Chic" fashion.
Pursing his lips into a kiss and winking at the smaller foreigner in a flirtatious manner.
"Right this way, Ser,"
Finn turned on the heel of his boot to lead him along,
"Shame your...lovely..friend won't be joining us. He seems like a real party-animal."
Finneas prodded, a crooked grin of jest stretching his features.
"Dalia!"
He called out,
"Ready?"
"Aye, Cap'!"
The Elven woman shouted back, with half a salute,
"Dropping sails!"
The crimson unfurled, billowing out to grasp at the strong breeze, swept off on the current at a sudden speed that had Finneas grabbing hold of the wheel to keep his balance.
"Breezy day,"
he commented to the King, looking back to make sure the longboat, was indeed, securely in tow just as Emry emerged from bellow with a couple of bottles he'd gathered up from the storeroom. He scowled as he handed one to the Captain who tore the cork free with his teeth, keeping one hand on the wheel so the ship would not stray from its course. He spat the cork to the side, tilting the bottle back as to take a long, joyous, swig while Emerson held another bottle of what seemed to be spiced rum in the direction of Aurelius, the bottle's seal yet unbroken.
Emerson thought it wise to not risk the suspicion of poisoning or some such, not with that nosy and untrusting adviser sniffling around them, Emry could only guess, waiting for the chance to throw an accusation their way... Not that he'd be entirely unjustified, given they had initially hoped to rob these men. But. Best not to push matters further.
His Captain may be of the volition to 'leap before he looked', but Emry was not so impulsive or unprepared.
"To new friends," Finn raised his bottle in cheers to Aurelius, wind throwing dark strands of messy hair in every direction as he seemed more than at home behind the wheel of The Wolfsbane.
He felt nowhere more at home than right here.
And it showed.