Through gritted teeth, her voice a low growl, "Nadorhuan! I would believe Plugg capable of such treacherous design as poisoning us."
Even amidst the illness and Jiro's melancholy, Flynn is able to find a way to compliment her with a roguish glint in his eyes. With a low, throaty chuckle, "A! Only you could throw a compliment my way even with disease all around us, rwalaer."
Her mirth sobers quickly and she proceeds, "If anyone can procure a rare or limited item, it would be the short one, Dhaavan."
Dhaavn takes the tools Jiro offers, "I'll see what I can do," Dhaavan says, giving Jiro a grin. I guess that shopping is what's on the agenda for tomorrow, eh?
"Hey, he says as Jiro walks off, "I don't know much about how yea can feel that somethin's wrong, but, well that's somethin, and I hope he's alright." Dhaavan seems to not quite understand what he is giving condolences for, but is at least trying.
Dhaavan's attempt at sympathetic eyes are tragically hollow and confused, as if he can't possibly fathom having a connection so deep that you can feel each other's wounds across such distances without some serious magic, and that is not what's going on here.
No there is clearly no real understanding coming from the young man, and he's so mystified at the intimacy of Jiro's connection to his brother that he cannot properly maintain a good mask of sympathy.
He does look sorry, but it's almost for not getting what he's supposed to be sorry for as what may be happening to Jiro's brother.
"Then that is the connection, our faith in Gozreh. That is why we have seen the same dream. Did you pray to Gozreh before you had your dream, Valeros? I confess that I did, on both occasions I dreamed."
"Thank you, Dhaavan-san. I hope so too." Seijiro follows Flynn to assist him with the sick.
Rain, I'll make sure it gets around tonight. Don't worry.
Dhaavan finds a stopping point on the Tatt that he's working on, and seeks out Grok. He's tired and worn out, but figures he'd best get Flynn some herbs tonight if he can. Finding the quartermaster, and possibly Fishguts as well, to warn them about the Rat Problems.
"Oye, so we got a bit of a problem, unfortunately. Them rats that we killed off, looks like they may ha' been carrying a plague, cause a few of us what were fighting em and got bit are comin down with a fever. Now that Flynn fellow and Rain seem to got things sorted, but need some herbs and such, so I was wondrin if yeah could make a trade for these tools here ta get some medicines and such-not, yeah?" Dhaavan implores, hoping Grok will help him with this tonight if he can get her to.
"Thing is i found marks what looked like the rats chewed through some bags of grains, and such not that folk are getting sick, it's probably best to warn yea of whatever risk there may be. It ain't exactly sumthin what i know anything about. Just tryin' ta help."
Rain wonders at Jiro's brush-off but says nothing. The young male had much on his mind and heart and she would overlook his silence and disregard.
She gives a silent prayer to the gods to keep Jiro's twin brother alive.
She walks with Flynn and Jiro.
"Thank you, Rain-san for your kind words... I appreciate your concern. I hope Hijiro will survive. He ... he just has to... I cannot think about living without him being alive as well." His eyes well with tears again as he contemplates the worst for a moment, but he rubs at them and wipes away the tears.
He walks along with Flynn and Rain, headed down to help those who are sick. He does whatever Flynn tells him to do, to the best of his ability.
Rain nods her head, empathising with Jiro's tender feelings. She notices his tears but does not remark upon them for males seemed to be quite sensitive to such things and he had enough to deal with without embarrassment being added to it.
"If you need to speak about your brother after we have nursed and healed our mates, then seek me out, Jiro." Her voice is gentle, like a calm wave touching a shore.
Seijiro nods to Rain and gives her a weak smile. "thanks, I will."
"I hope those who are sick recover quickly... this seems to have come on very suddenly after the storm. I'm sure being wet and cold didn't help them fight off the disease. My mother was always a firm believer in us being warm and dry when we were sick. Not that I'm a healer... just saying what little I know." He shrugs, kind of helpless when it comes to healing knowledge.
In hushed voice, "Flynn seems to believe that it may not necessarily be a natural disease but something sinister Plugg or one of his lot have concocted. Yet he won't know more until he examines the patients and determines the cause. I hope Dhaavan manages to get his hands on some more healing herbs. But you are right, Jiro. The tempest the last two days with its strong winds and hard rain certainly would not have helped with general constitution and well-being. I hope we uncover the reason for the illness soon, for a ship is not the place for rampant disease."
Thoughtful for a moment, "Variel had been asking for something to drink earlier. Perhaps we should bring the two below deck some water."
Seijiro goes and fetches some fresh water for the sick down below to drink and then rejoins Rain and Horatio.
I move over to Sko first - seeing how he is doing. The fact that such a large and powerful person is ill concerns me a lot; it would take a strong amount of filth to affect him, I would think. Seeing Variel is also suffering from this effect - I will do what I can to aid him as well.
It seems they are both suffering from the same condition. Considering the situation, I will aid Variel first; as he seems less hale, and Sko can wait a moment.
How'd you liise 4 points from your save? If you used the hour to rest so you weren't exhasted, you only took 3 con damage, so that's a -2 to your save right?
How'd you liise 4 points from your save? If you used the hour to rest so you weren't exhasted, you only took 3 con damage, so that's a -2 to your save right?
I put my gear down and clean it carefully as I talk quietly to Rain and Jiro.
”First things first,” I say with a flat voice, weary myself, and slightly frustrated.
”Unless the water is bequeathed by the gods themselves – or some kind of spell, if that matters – I want to have it boiled in the future. Not just for this work; but in general.”
I glance at the two.
”My uncle tells me that elven folk drink tea on the high seas – and easterners do as well, I’ve heard. This is not just for flavor; but boiling the water first kills vermin in it. The vermin can cause gut rot, and other problems. Bad water laying in half opened casks get infections, they spread into your belly – and, well – you know the rest…”
”Meantime, same thing is true with your teeth and hair. Keep them clean – at all times. Check your scalp for lice once a week; and check your teeth daily for stale food, preferably before you decide to sleep – sometimes a chunk of meat gets lodged in your teeth – then it rots. Never mind the stench, but the rot can spread into your mouth and gums. Then you lose your teeth – and the rot gets into your blood and your blood gets sick, and that’s a real problem. So stay healthy, stay clean – drink fresh water, or boiled water. And if you get the chance, eat plenty of limes, because you sure as hell don’t need scurvy, that can wipe out an entire ship, never mind your own life, and limes cure scurvy.”
With my gear cleaned, I rub my eyes a bit.
”It’s damn likely that Plugg would be involved in a little project like this. After all, who gives us the rum rations? Who makes sure that we are forced to drink the rum? And who among us have actually complied? I know I did recently – what about the others?”
”And hell, all Plugg needed to do is cut a bit of the rat’s ear, or other part of it, and slip the rotting flesh into our brew before we had to drink it with the rotting filth taken right into our bellies. Then, we die of the disease – no one is the wiser, and he’s not responsible.”
I growl at the entire mess of troubles.
”Meanwhile – who is the bloody basterd in charge of bringing the cargo on this ship? They should have checked what they were hauling in from the beginning. If that grain was meant for us; we’ll be hungry sooner then later. If it was meant to trade; the officers on this hulk paid good coin to ship grain, and then sell it someone else. How’s their coffers going to look when they get to their destination only to find out that the grain they’re planning on selling is eaten and rotten?”
”No pay means someone’s going to be right mad, and who suffers for such stupidity? I want it to be the right person, because I’m damned if I take the lash for another fool’s mistake.”
I look over at Rain and Jiro.
”For now, I have little to offer in the way of healing, except the few doses I got in my kit. I need more. I don’t know if they got ‘em on this scum bucket – but I assume that I get them. If they don’t have them – then I can make the bloody things. Aye – any of us can try.”
”It won’t be easy – but we can try to craft the hash ourselves; that is assuming they don’t have another dose. If you folk got nothing to do – want to try helping me craft some doses for a healing kit?”
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Seijiro seems to bristle a little at the lecture on cleanliness from Flynn and he goes about helping with the sick as directed without answering any of FLynn's lecture. He works silently and diligently, but inside he seethes a little.
Not like I need a lecture on cleanliness. I'd be clean if I could shift and take a proper bath. Not like there's enough water on this ship anyway for washing. And where are we supposed to get fire to boil water? He's asking an awful lot... but whatever... I do what I can and will continue to do so. Lecture or not, I'm as clean as I can be on this accursed vessel. My last berth I had a friend who could cast a spell to clean us... wish we had someone here who could do that... then we wouldn't even need to get wet.
When the night's work is done and the sick tended to, he collapses into his own hammock and curls up. I wish I had my tail to curl over me. Instead he pulls his blanket over himself and sighs softly.
Hijiro, I no longer feel your pain. I hope that means you are well and out of danger. You'd better not die on me. I need you.
He rocks gently in his hammock, not just from the movement of the ship, but added to in part by his own rhythmic rocking motion as he comforts himself from the travails of the day.
He remains awake a long time, rocking, listening to the sounds of the crew around him.
Looking at Flynn with an almost sardonic expression on her face, "Flynn, I have been cleaning myself since I was a child and I thank you for your advice to remain clean but I believe both myself and Jiro do look after our health and cleanliness well enough -- please be assured of that", turning and nodding her head at Jiro.
"Now in terms of boiled water, perhaps we can speak to the ship's cook, the one called ... Fishguts? We could use the galley to boil water for I am sure Sko has made friends with this Fishguts during his time working with the cook since we were taken. Has anyone, apart from Sko, been to the galley or even spoken to the cook?"
I glance up with a bland look.
"Right - you're absolutely correct, of course," I say with a weary sigh.
"Apologies for suggesting otherwise. No offense meant, and I'll keep my thoughts to myself on the subject in the future; just trying to help was all - just don't want people ill."
"As for the water - that sounds like a good suggestion. If Sko's agreeable, it could work."
"If we can count on the connections we have made with the crew to date then perhaps we can get you, Variel and Sko all healed up."
She had heard the doctor's weary sigh. "I was not admonishing you as much as trying to ease your mind on the matter of our health", gesturing to herself and Jiro. "I would not see disease spread to us on this ship. Yet, no matter how clean one remains, sometimes it is inevitable due to close quarters and other poor conditions. I will be mindful, Flynn."
Looking at Sko lying in his bunk and then back to Flynn, "Should we disturb Sko now or wait until morning? Variel was seeking water early this evening. Do you believe the current fresh water clean enough for them to drink?"
"I already looked Sko over; he's as good as can be expected at this point, his health in the hands of the gods, as I can't think of anything that medicine can do to help him."
"As for Variel? I would think that the water offered to him now won't worsen his condition at this point. He is as sick or healthy as his flesh will allow; stale or clean water probably won't matter at this point."
"And regarding the boiling of the water in the future," I say with a dry look at Jiro's bunk, then back to the beams below me.
"Don't worry about it - it was just me offering a suggestion. I don't mean to rile anyone. Tomorrow I'll take care of it, and hopefully things will get worked out."
Tilting her head, she gives Flynn a perplexed look, "If I can be of use then tell me what needs to be done and I shall attempt it. If it is the boiling of water or speaking to the cook, I can manage it so you may take care of the sick for you are the doctor."
Then proceeds with more softness, "Are you feeling any better, Flynn? With how organised and dutiful you are, one can almost forget that you have taken ill as well."
Tilting her head, she gives Flynn a perplexed look, "If I can be of use then tell me what needs to be done and I shall attempt it. If it is the boiling of water or speaking to the cook, I can manage it so you may take care of the sick for you are the doctor."
Then proceeds with more softness, "Are you feeling any better, Flynn? With how organised and dutiful you are, one can almost forget that you have taken ill as well."
”Feeling better? No – in truth – no.”
”I feel trapped – trapped by circumstances beyond my control. I feel powerless, and without any hope. I hate it, I hate that feeling more than I can express; and this darkness does not improve my body's health,” I add with a flat voice.
”I hate trying my best and failing; I hate doing what I can to succeed, only to see the results equate to nothing; I hate being under the heel of fools and other basterds who insist I follow policy and rules that not only make no sense but succeed only at harming me and everyone who works for them.”
”Aye – we are all harmed by the decisions of stupid men who we are forced to work for, and if we decide to quit for any reason, we’re lost. It’s work, or die – and we have no choice, it seems, but follow the decisions of people above us. And the crux of it is, that the piss-poor, poxing, sodding, god-rotting, whore-whelp of a decision may, may give those who tell us what to do a slight edge today; but in the long run it will likely destroy us all… Like this business about the rum rations – or any other stupid decision by a man who stands above me and and calls himself my "chief" or "boss" or what have you - he who would dictate my fate, and only cares about what matters for him, and no one else, gods rot him to hell,” I say, my voice a harsh growl.
”You know, I longed for the sea - to be free. To be able to see new things – new adventures over the next horizon as I sail with comrades to exciting destinations and see amazing things.”
”But this god's rotting little voyage,” I say with a glower at the decks of the ship ”has done none of that – I am a slave; and if I had the honor I spoke of – I should have already stepped forward and fought all who would keep me prisoner, killing them all – or dying in the attempt with some form of piss-poor dignity. But no, in truth, I don’t have that courage – instead, I cling to a life I hate, because the risk to escape it is too much for me to attempt.”
I look up at Rain.
”Apologies for the overly long speech – I know it sits darkly on the ears of some if my words run long, but I spoke what was in my heart. As for the medicine and aid? My thanks for any help you can offer,” I add, leaning back, my face grim as I consider my fate.
Shivikah looks at you and says with a weary expression Much as it shames me to admit it, my sweet predator. I am weary to the bone from the toils of the storm. Perhaps tomorrow when we are both better rested. She doesn't neglect to smack your backside on the way past though.
Samms and Sandara both are enjoying their tatts and have recommended you to several more on the ship.
When you speak of Besmara, Sandara smiles and says Besmara can be a fickle b$%!# but that's one of the reasons I send my prayers to her. She is a proponent of doing for yourself and helps those that help themselves...and I always help myself. I have found though that helping others tends to allow me to help myself.
Grok is near passing out from rum when you reach her and she says Sure no problem. She stumbles over and unlocks the trunk and gives you six doses in replenished supplies for the tools.
When you toss your drink and make the declaration you see Plugg nod to Scourge who pulls out a small parchment and ink and marks something off. You have seen this before and are sure that you have just been marked down for punishment tomorrow.
@Sko: Same goes for you, you can roll both rolls.
From the relative comfort of his hammock, Seijiro acknowledges Rain's support for his own hygienic practices with a little not toward her, then he closes his eyes again, trying to blot out the last couple of days, as if sleep could erase them...
Eventually exhaustion overtakes you all and you wake up the next day feeling much better. The nights sleep has done wonders for your energy. Getting your breakfast you quickly choke it down before heading up on deck for roll call and your daily assignments. Up on deck the weather is beautiful with nary a cloud in the sky and a cool breeze upon the water. Gentle spray comes up from the bow as it slices through the water, the rearing dragon seeming to tear through the sea. Your names are called out and assignments given in short order.
Rain
Seijiro
Horatio
Variel
Valeros
Dhaavan
Sko
Rain is back on the mainsail with Seijiro on deck near her doing rope work. Horatio and Variel are on deck as well doing repairs from the damage the storm caused. Fixing lines and fixing on section of decking that broke away. Valeros is nearby hauling rope and doing knot work. Dhaavan is put to work nearby as well swabbing the deck with the heavy holy stones. Sko is below decks with Fishguts but since he is helping Fishguts with the cooking he is sent up on deck often to get supplies.
End of the night
Dhaavan thanks Grok for the goods, and heads below decks to find Flynn and Sejiro.
"Oye, Horatio! I got some supplies for yea, thanks to Jiro over there, made a trade, so here ya go mate, so yea can see to them what's feelin' ill." HE hands Flynn the supplies that Grok traded him.
"By the way, you know Sejiro better'n me. That li'l redhead, and he been talkin about some kind o' somethin' happenin' wit' his brother. Twins they are, and I'm just a li'l concerned that his head gonna be out o' things over it. If he don't end up hisself soon, I may need ta get some advice on how ta help 'im out, if I even can." Dhaavan asks, helping himself by talkin about helping Sejiro. Not that Sandara is unconvinced of Dhaavan's character, but re-enforcement never hurts.
Job board had a Str or Con check. I just wanted to confirm that i only need one, but i'll roll both just in case.
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Day's action:
Since he got his shopping done last night, but is stuck on the deck, working, Dhaavan performs his menial task, letting his mind wander. The face of a swab whom he does not yet have a name attached to catches his eye, and he scrubs his way over to the woman he sees, waiting for her to get near him, of course, in order to save on work.
Action: Influence Tilly Brackett
Diplomacy:
"Alright," Dhaavan says, rising and stretching out his back, "I've seen you around the mess and whatnot, but it's about time yea interduced yerself ta me, I think." he says with a smile, and extends his hand.
After she gives her name, he says, "Well, I'm Dhaavan, resident artist at this point, I'd say. 's good ta mee'cha." He looks her over for any ink-work done, and takes a moment to examine it if he sees any, commenting that she needs some if she doesn't have any. Depending on what she looks like he may take a moment just to appreciate her.
End of the night
Dhaavan thanks Grok for the goods, and heads below decks to find Flynn and Sejiro.
"Oye, Horatio! I got some supplies for yea, thanks to Jiro over there, made a trade, so here ya go mate, so yea can see to them what's feelin' ill." HE hands Flynn the supplies that Grok traded him.** spoiler omitted **
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"Thank you lad, I'll do what I can to aid the others, if they wish it," I say, taking the gear from him and stowing it in my kit.
"Remind me to do something nice for Jiro - he did me a favor to donate that gear, pass the word to him I won't forget, if you see him before me."
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Variel woke in the morning still a bit groggy and having a sore throat. Breakfast was a struggle as the food seem to stick in his throat needing to Drink more than he normally does to wash the food down. Hoping that Besmara has mercy on him and does not require too strenuous a job today it is with relief that all he is doing is grunt repair work. The decking that broke off during the storm needed to be replaced, but the position Variel needed to work in allowed him to sit and take it easy some of the time. Seeing that Flynn is working on the same area but with the lines the close proximity makes it easy to whisper and not stress his sore throat. How are the others doing. I meant to stay up and talk with you but the weather, long days and nights, and this sore throat was too much. I needed that rest but still feel a bit off today. Ahem ahem. I suppose I just need another good night to put this all behind me.
As the conversation goes on, Variel thinks to himself, You know, maybe Flynn just needs to be shown how to relax and interact with others. That way he won't be so prjudiced against some of these people. They can be really nice sorts once you get to know them. Maybe this gal over there would be a good start.
Flynn remember when I told you to make nice and stop insulting people. Here I'll show on this lass. If we get along with people it's going to make everything ore enjoyable. Plus we won't hav to watch our backs all the time from someone trying to slip a knife in our ribs. Wish me luck. Ahem ahem
At this Variel make it an excuse to go over and grab the water pail for a drink bringing it back over to Flynn and a female human that he hasn't met with yet. You guys want a drink. After the last couple of days I am still dehydrated. Ahem ahem. This tickle in. My throat isn't helping matters any either. By the way, I am Variel and you are? Here you go At this Variel will extend the ladle to the woman. Hopefully she takes the ladle. How are you faring after the past 48 hours? That was quite a storm that blew up. Ahem ahem. By Besmara it was lucky that everyone was where they needed to be. Especially Flynn here. Dove right off the ship after Rosie. Not the brightest move maybe without a line attached to himself. Funny thing is, just the previous day he told some of us to tie ourselves off lest we fall in. Go figure. Ahem ahem. Anyways nice meeting you, but the deck is still needing fixing.
Hopefully that went well and I didnt make an ass out of myself and Flynn. Here's to Besmara that it worked.
The rest of the day Variel chats with everyone as he can but speaks softly to help his throat. The work itself goes easily and is done well enough for Plugg and Scourge's standards.
Ship action: Influence Aretta: diplomacy
Take 10 on repairs to pass successfully.
In the morning, as Variel starts to slink off, Dhaavan casts a quick spell, followed by
The first spell was and Variel hears the lad's voice in his ears, "So yea still hiding. I seem ta have made a show of things, and may as well take the heat for them birds. may take some heat off you, eh?"
Later in the day, while he's cleaning, Dhaavan'll use to scour a surface if it is particularly dirty and hard to clean. He doesn't make a show of it, but doesn't bother trying to hide it, just gets his work done to the best of his ability, and since magic is one of those abilities, then he uses it.
Seijiro spends the day working the ropes, chatting with Rain when he can and interacting with whoever of the crew is around him.
During the day, at some point, he asks Rain, "So, did you dream again last night, Rain-san?" He looks at her curiously for a moment before going back to working at the ropes, though he keeps his attention on her reply.
"Not meaning to be nosy, just wondering if you had the same one again. I do hope it's prophetic." While speaking he makes sure to keep his attention enough on his work so as not to make any mistakes... just enough.
Variel would notice that – during the day – Flynn has a rag, like a bandana, tied over his mouth and nose. Currently, I say little, but work on the repairs.
Hearing Variel’s comments, I respond, but speak in elven, my eyes ever watchful on who may be listening.
”For the gods sake, lad," I say with a somewhat exasperated sigh.
"You know, I never did insult anyone on this tub, except Plugg and his scum. I got no beef with them that were pressed on like us, or them that did us no harm – and any time you heard venom in my voice it was directed at those who stole our freedom and gave us the lash.”
I glance at him, thinking a moment about Plugg.
”And hell, you don’t really mean to tell me that you think that the men who took you by force, robbed your freedom, and treated you like a slave isn’t worth at least a few hard words, do you? I ask with a quirked eyebrow, somewhat rhetorically.
Even so, my tone seems a bit lighter, and my attitude more pacific then it had been before. It's clear that I'm not trying to cause issues; but I am still unhappy at my current position as a pressed man. Further, my poor health is not helping me, either.
I glance up and nods at Aretta, greeting her with a casual, but courteous wave.
”Morning, lass – beg pardon, but I be feeling poorly, hence the rag,” I add, my voice sounding a bit raspy, and I continue with my work.
"By the way Rain-san," he will say sometime during the day, when no one is around to overhear.
"I appreciate you standing up for us when Flynn was ranting about cleanliness... I've been keeping myself clean since I was a very young pup, and he really got under my skin on that one." He continues to work while chatting quietly, only talking because his work kept him close enough to Rain to speak softly.
"I guess you didn't appreciate it much either. I'm sure he means well, but he can sure kinda overwork a point, if you know what I mean."
During the day at some point, Seijiro finds time and cause to go below deck. While there, he will take a few minutes to rifle another locker, again making sure it's not one that belongs to one of his mates.
During the day, at some point, he asks Rain, "So, did you dream again last night, Rain-san?" He looks at her curiously for a moment before going back to working at the ropes, though he keeps his attention on her reply.
"Not meaning to be nosy, just wondering if you had the same one again. I do hope it's prophetic." While speaking he makes sure to keep his attention enough on his work so as not to make any mistakes... just enough.
Rain works on the mainsail and has grown accustomed to the hard labour and it becomes second-nature.
It is good to have her mates close by during the day, especially Jiro who is nearest to her undertaking rope work and within speaking distance.
In a low voice, she answers his question, "No, I did not have the dream last night, Jiro. After I finished helping Flynn, I cleaned up and went straight to my hammock as it was late and I was tired. I did not pray to Gozreh before I went to sleep. And the god was silent." Rain pondered the thought privately.
"I wonder if the dream came to Valeros. I have yet to speak to him this morning."
"By the way Rain-san," he will say sometime during the day, when no one is around to overhear.
"I appreciate you standing up for us when Flynn was ranting about cleanliness... I've been keeping myself clean since I was a very young pup, and he really got under my skin on that one." He continues to work while chatting quietly, only talking because his work kept him close enough to Rain to speak softly.
"I guess you didn't appreciate it much either. I'm sure he means well, but he can sure kinda overwork a point, if you know what I mean."
"I believe that Flynn talks because it is his way. He is most thorough in his observations and research and is frequently writing in his journal. His long speeches tell me he has much knowledge and wants to share it. I do not think he means any ill will when he speaks. It does not bother me like it does the others."
Rain goes quiet for a moment before responding to Jiro's gratitude. "Flynn is a doctor and I figure they see things differently to others. He was being practical and did not mean to offend us. He was concerned that the disease would spread and hoped to save us from it. He did not realise that in his haste to get his message across that it seemed he was insinuating we knew no better. He's smarter than that, Jiro. My directness with him last night was my effort at getting him to see how his words came across and he caught onto my meaning sure enough. He has led a complicated life from what I have heard of it and works hard at what he knows best. I do not see him as mean-spirited. He may need some work on the delivery of his messages, aye. But try not to judge him for his direct ways. He seems to like you ... and me." Rain gives Jiro a small, understanding smile and goes back to the mainsail and ropes.
Apart from talking to her various mates while working on the mainsail, Rain concentrates on the task and does not try to make friendly with the more hostile members of the Wormwood crew. I will leave Dhaavan to work his magic on them. The man's tongue is a fine tool and he sure knows how to use it.
Valeros climbed up to the main deck with the rest of the crew and enjoyed a brief pause in the cool day air. It was a lovely enough day but it did mean he would need to worry about his skin this evening. At least the storm had made that an easy chore to ignore.
Hearing his duty assignment, he quickly set to work hauling lines. After a few hours of that his shoulders had built up a nice sore ache of a consistent job and he took a short break to grab some water from a barrel. Moving up to grab the ladel he bumped into the large Rahadoumi man who gave him a dark look. Watch where you're walking maggot.
Valeros gave the man a nod and held the ladel forward. No need for that. Take your fill and I'll go after. Don't want to dehydrate while you're up in the ropes, that's for sure.
"I guess he means well, but he sure does lecture a lot. Sometimes it just gets under my skin. I'll try not to let it, but it's hard. Instead of all of us trying to adapt to him, maybe it would be easier if one person adapted to everyone else?" He grinz, then goes back to work.
During the day I will attempt to sway the attitude of this Aretta person that Variel had talked to.
Hmm.... She seems hostile to us, but perhaps with a few polite words, perhaps she can change...