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Post by Daz on Nov 20, 2007 17:31:30 GMT
I watch him go, not saying a word. I'm a little gratefull that I managed to do it, but not proud. His looming ego managed to put me down enough to wash any thread of it away.
I hold the next set of roles and start crossing them over.. I have to try about three times to remind myself how to make the knot.. and by the last one, I'm quite confident with it.
I stand there, looking at my work... and then my attention soon jumps to my hands, that are starting to blister.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 21, 2007 16:41:36 GMT
By the time that it's midday the work to do aboard the ship has reduced to a minimum, and my shift is over too. I decide to head down to the galley, see whether they've got any decent rum aboard this vessel, before finding some entertainment in the cardgames of the crew later, maybe.
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Post by Daz on Nov 21, 2007 19:38:43 GMT
I'm still wondering around trying to be useful.. but I think i'm just.. annoying the other men with my presense.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 22, 2007 8:58:49 GMT
When I return updecks I carry a bottle of rum. My eye falls on Cassandra again, whos still walking around - though she looks slightly aimless most of the time.
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Post by Daz on Nov 23, 2007 16:02:31 GMT
I know that Jack's on decks, I can practically feel his gaze on me. I try to look busy.. but fail because there really isn't anything left to do. I look over to him, finally, blinking with a blank expression on my face.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 24, 2007 8:16:57 GMT
I smirk at her, raise the rumbottle as some sort of 'cheers' and walk to the back of the ship.
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Post by Daz on Nov 24, 2007 15:00:13 GMT
I look to the decks and then turn away to look back at the ocean.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 24, 2007 15:41:28 GMT
When it starts to become evening I find Cassandra at the railing of the ship. I approach her from behind, then put a rumbottle in front of her face. "A drink?"
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Post by Daz on Nov 25, 2007 13:08:39 GMT
"I'm not too fond of getting drunk in the middle of the day." I tell him, watching the bottle in his hand.
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Post by Jacky on Nov 25, 2007 13:15:27 GMT
"Why not?" I smirk. (not here  ) |
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