Post by Racko Riverrider on May 30, 2007 18:06:55 GMT -5
The wind blew the sails due north, the direction Erksta was headed. The otter, hiding as a stow-away behind the cargo on Captain Frisko's Stunner, got out from his hiding place and decided to scour the area. His black cloak was dragged on the wooden floor as he plodded onward through the poor excuse of a frigate. After his time at the Daimyo ended, the former captain never quite got around to traveling off to another isle of corsairs. None could possibly beat Adael, anyway.
His dark eyes searched the deck quickly, hoping that no beast would notice that he is not the on crew manifest. Luckily, that document was posted on the door of the Captain's Quarters. Erksta shuffled to the Captain's Quarter's slowly, picking a name from the parchment. His eyes looked over the names under "swabby".
"Mitter Drag, Swabby" was very peculiar. Somehow it reminded him of Adael and as he tried to remind himself of it, the captain walked out the door. "Hoy there!" Yelled the stoat, shocked that the otter was standing right out there. "Name an' rank, sir." Erksta gave a firm salute as if he was actually under this captain and replied in his low, gruff voice, "Mi'er D'ag, a swa'ie, Cap'n."
An otter, swabbing the Quarterdeck looked up in confusion. Erksta spoke the lie in such a glib way that the stoat believed it and continued forward, shouting out orders. The otter who was staring at the Riverrider enhanced speed and cleaned up the deck, making sure to catch the mysterious otter before he got away with using his name.
"Sir?" Came an unexpected voice as Erksta slowly trotted to the mast, hoping to climb up to the crow's nest before any beast named Mitter Drag found him. "Yes, swa'ie?" The otter turned, glaring with hatred into the eyes of the real Mitter Drag. "Swabby yerself, me ole cap'n." Suddenly, the reality of the situation hit him. "Wait ... Mi'er D'ag!" He recollected, finally. "Now te' me, 'ow tha 'igh seas di' a for'er lef'ennan' beco'e a swa'ie? Ye we'e a goo' pira'e, Mi'er."
The smaller otter blushed and saluted smartly. He admired his former captain and it felt good to have old Erksta tell him he's 'good'. "I'll tell ye the story when you lemme know 'ow a former cap'n be'ame a stowaway!" Erksta smiled and shook his paw. It seemed the ship was pulling into the harbor and the otter looked into the Western Settlement. He pulled the black hood off of his head, replacing it with a black pirate that was on the ground. In a small cargo box were many boxes of rum and a red bandanna. Smiling, Erksta tied the bandanna on and it showed under his new pirate hat.
The large ship, a wooden frigate with a stern rail that needs repairing, sailed into the harbor. "Yew, swabbie," Came the voice of the captain, yelling at Erksta, "Drop 'e anchor an' be quick about it!" The otter's cruelty came back, as did his former style with the bandanna and pirate, as he turned to look at the captain. "I don' sai' wi' ye!" He yelled rebelliously. The stoat glared into Erksta's eyes, hatred burning. No s'owaways git on me shop and live!" The otter smiled grimly. "'Ere is a firs' fer every'in', mate!"
And with that, right as the ship was still sailing, he hopped onto the railing of the stern which already needed repairs. Erksta jumped the very short distance, breaking that part of the stern railing, allowing two boxes of cargo to fall into the water! He gave a toothy grin to the captain and as the crew was worried about the cargo, they sailed into the dock and did not anchor, allowing more wreckage to be inflicted upon the ship.
"We', mate, goo' luck!" He yelled, chuckling to himself as he walked down the docks. Looks were given to him, some in hatred, for he was an otter, and some in respect for what he had done to the vermin's ship. Erksta waltzed confidently into the Docks, looking for the group he had heard about, the Guardians of Mossflower...
OOC: Not the greatest post...
His dark eyes searched the deck quickly, hoping that no beast would notice that he is not the on crew manifest. Luckily, that document was posted on the door of the Captain's Quarters. Erksta shuffled to the Captain's Quarter's slowly, picking a name from the parchment. His eyes looked over the names under "swabby".
"Mitter Drag, Swabby" was very peculiar. Somehow it reminded him of Adael and as he tried to remind himself of it, the captain walked out the door. "Hoy there!" Yelled the stoat, shocked that the otter was standing right out there. "Name an' rank, sir." Erksta gave a firm salute as if he was actually under this captain and replied in his low, gruff voice, "Mi'er D'ag, a swa'ie, Cap'n."
An otter, swabbing the Quarterdeck looked up in confusion. Erksta spoke the lie in such a glib way that the stoat believed it and continued forward, shouting out orders. The otter who was staring at the Riverrider enhanced speed and cleaned up the deck, making sure to catch the mysterious otter before he got away with using his name.
"Sir?" Came an unexpected voice as Erksta slowly trotted to the mast, hoping to climb up to the crow's nest before any beast named Mitter Drag found him. "Yes, swa'ie?" The otter turned, glaring with hatred into the eyes of the real Mitter Drag. "Swabby yerself, me ole cap'n." Suddenly, the reality of the situation hit him. "Wait ... Mi'er D'ag!" He recollected, finally. "Now te' me, 'ow tha 'igh seas di' a for'er lef'ennan' beco'e a swa'ie? Ye we'e a goo' pira'e, Mi'er."
The smaller otter blushed and saluted smartly. He admired his former captain and it felt good to have old Erksta tell him he's 'good'. "I'll tell ye the story when you lemme know 'ow a former cap'n be'ame a stowaway!" Erksta smiled and shook his paw. It seemed the ship was pulling into the harbor and the otter looked into the Western Settlement. He pulled the black hood off of his head, replacing it with a black pirate that was on the ground. In a small cargo box were many boxes of rum and a red bandanna. Smiling, Erksta tied the bandanna on and it showed under his new pirate hat.
The large ship, a wooden frigate with a stern rail that needs repairing, sailed into the harbor. "Yew, swabbie," Came the voice of the captain, yelling at Erksta, "Drop 'e anchor an' be quick about it!" The otter's cruelty came back, as did his former style with the bandanna and pirate, as he turned to look at the captain. "I don' sai' wi' ye!" He yelled rebelliously. The stoat glared into Erksta's eyes, hatred burning. No s'owaways git on me shop and live!" The otter smiled grimly. "'Ere is a firs' fer every'in', mate!"
And with that, right as the ship was still sailing, he hopped onto the railing of the stern which already needed repairs. Erksta jumped the very short distance, breaking that part of the stern railing, allowing two boxes of cargo to fall into the water! He gave a toothy grin to the captain and as the crew was worried about the cargo, they sailed into the dock and did not anchor, allowing more wreckage to be inflicted upon the ship.
"We', mate, goo' luck!" He yelled, chuckling to himself as he walked down the docks. Looks were given to him, some in hatred, for he was an otter, and some in respect for what he had done to the vermin's ship. Erksta waltzed confidently into the Docks, looking for the group he had heard about, the Guardians of Mossflower...
OOC: Not the greatest post...
