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Kauri follows Ira off the ship. As he walks, he clasps his hands behind his back and stares at the ground, trying not to make eye contact with anyone.
Edited by shrubBird on May 31st 2019 at 10:09:50 AM
Victor stays close to the rest of the group as he follows Ira off the ship, somewhat unnerved by the town's eerie atmosphere.
Nephenee saunters along with everyone else, keeping a close eye on the crewmates and anyone surrounding.
Gabrielle follows, putting her hood up and wrapping her cloak around her.
Sennen looks very unusually excited, given how dull and dilapidated the town is. She has to restrain herself from skipping all the way to the lighthouse.
After silently watching the empty town as it drew closer, Ezekiel moves off the ship with the others, his sword still tucked within its scabbard with his hand trained over the hilt. He scans the horizon, more eager than cautious, and his eager ass ends up matching pace with the front of the pack.
He looks around to see if the others are getting off the ship as well. And that's when he notices a certain raccoon man. "Ah…!" He adjusts his pace to walk side by side with Zeke. "Uh… h-hello, Mister Ezekiel…"
Duane heads off-deck as well. A thought crosses his mind to head to the front of the pack, but seeing all the lumbering legs ahead of him, he decides to stick behind the crew.
"Let's get this shit goin'. What's our job today? Assassination, theft?"
Oh no these are good guy pirates yeah?
"... Soup kitchens?"
Jane hops off, landing on the ground with a loud THONK. She cracks her knuckles, even though they make no sound. "Well, ready whatever we're doing."
"We are continuing our search for the Egg," Ezekiel answers Jane. "I'd say it's rather lucky of us to come upon the location of another piece so quickly, though that's perhaps intentional on the part of Mr. Pollock..."
Hearing small footsteps following beside him, the raccoon looks to his side, only to find Kauri. The boy seems to be trying to get his attention. "What is it, lad," he whispers back.
"I-I heard that I missed your story when I fell asleep earlier. S-Sorry about that…" He mumbles, bowing his head. "If… If it's not too much, can I hear it, too?"
Ezekiel furrows his brow, brings his fingers to the underside of his lip. He mulls it over before figuring the boy ought to know, just as the rest of the crew had ought.
"I'd told them of my profession," he simply says to the young boy. "I'm a local privateer."
Kauri coulda sworn he's heard that word before. "A privatee-" After trying to rack his brain a bit, it hits him. "Oh! So you're an actual sailor?! You can really take care of yourself and stuff?" His voice is a bit louder than usual and his eyes glimmer with some sort of fascination.
(The walk to the lighthouse is uneventful. All around are buildings and houses that look like they haven't been taken care of in years; the siding is falling off of some, other have no windows and a few don't even have doors. The ones that seem to actually seem to have activity going on in them or people living within them look a bit better cared for, but not by a whole lot all things considered. They look in just good enough condition for people to live in them. Only quiet conversations come from within the buildings, if any noise at all. Some quiet piano music can be heard from a small tavern the crew passes by on the way to the lighthouse.)
(The townsfolk, the few that there are, stare at the visiting crew much like the two fishermen at the docks did. A few whisper to each other, but like before, no one seems interested in actually bothering the crew as they walk to the lighthouse for now.)
(The door to the tall stone lighthouse is well worn and the door handle looks as though it'll fall off if someone pulls on it too hard.)
Sven has stayed behind on the boat. The impact headache has flared up again, and he's decided it's best not to take any chances.
He pulls out his fishing gear and prepares to, well, fish. He doesn't expect to catch very much, but it will at least take his mind off the headache and give him an excuse to watch the sea once more. So he sits down in a nice spot between the gangplank and a nearby cannon, and casts his reel out.
"Guess we should knock?", Nephenee suggested, taking in just how worn the door looks, "Don't go too hard, though, I'm not sure the door could take too much more."
"Don't worry, Samantha, there's probably nothing scary."
Melvin looks back at the ship sadly. He hopes Sven will be okay...
"I guess we can knock."
Sennen seems unfazed by how run-down this place looks. Quite the opposite, in fact - she looks downright enthused. The thing is, when you come from a background like hers, there are few experiences more exotic to you than dilapidation and decay.
Guess so. I'll do the honors! (Ira says. He reaches over and pounds on the lighthouse door. After a few knocks, the door falls backwards into the lighthouse with a wham. Ira looks back at the others, a rather embarrassed expression on his face.) Whoops...
Ohhh no... (There's the sound of footsteps tramping down the lighthouse stairs. A elderly looking fellow in a worn sailor's outfit arrives at the door, using a mop as a walking stick and leaning against the wall at the bottom of the stairs. He looks fairly human aside from his fuschia-colored skin, pointy nose, long ears peeking out of the sides of his ancient hat, stumpy tail, and single fang protruding out of his mouth.) That door! It's completely useless! Been so for years. Why, if Pete were still around here, I'd ask him to...
(It's then that he notices the crowd outside the doorway and trails off. Still leaning against the wall, he lifts the mop up in their direction like it was a sword.) And who in the name of Davy Jones are all of you?
Ezekiel shushes Kauri before the door's opened, not because being a sailor of any stripe is some embarrassing secret to him, but because the boy is being embarrassingly loud.
"We are looking for something," Ezekiel simply answers, leaving it to the others to fill in the details while he tends to the boy.
"Ah-!" He covers his mouth in embarrassment. "… mm shrry…"
"..." Zeke gives the boy a couple pats on the head.
"I'm Samantha, and this is my twin brother Samuel!"
Erm, ahoy there. (The man says to the Sams. He turns his attention back to Ezekiel.)
Well, you aren't goin' to be findin' much here. (The old man says, still looking around at the very odd crowd come to see him.) I ain't got much of anythin' worth your time. What would you even want from me?
Edited by kablammin45 on Jun 6th 2019 at 6:22:51 AM
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