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"Good. No more sneakin' 'round." His voice carried no heat to it, simply because he had no authority on the ship.
"Good. No more sneakin' 'round." His voice carried no heat to it, simply because he had no authority on the ship.
"Sure thing." Phillip gazed out to the sea.
"My friend would die of laughter if she found out I had to be told what was going on."
"It ain't as bad as me. Ah had to watch her bleed out, friend." He snorted from the memory.
"Oo, that had to be tough." Phillip said.
She sighed quietly before defeatedly sitting back down, she was going to have to wait
Aza watched quietly from the crow's nest, wanting to talk to Phillip but not knowing how. Klaus intimidated her.
Phillip looked around.
"So, what's gonna happen now?"
"We wai' fo' a spot at da port, den slide in and sell the goods."
(Should Klaus be, like, a veteran member of the crew?)
(I should think so)
Phillip nodded.
"Well, if you need me, I'll be below deck."
"Try 'n sav the rum fo' when we hit da port. I'm sure y'all want to drink when ya get on land." He waved him goodbye.
Phillip laughed.
"Ah, rum is not what you should be worried for."
"Oh?" He raised an eyebrow.
Aza began singing, starting softly, then growing and bouncing off of the waves. It carried with a melodic ring, resounding like a bell.
Phillip.
"I've never been a rum person. Wine runs in my blood."
Klaus chuckled lightly.
"Wine is even mo' dang'rous, friend."
"I grew up in wine country; for me, I have to try very hard to get drunk."
She got up again, she hated sitting still, she was always active in some way. Of course, it wouldn't be preferable to die on deck, but she was reckless anyway
"Sound like many ah fun night," Klaus said, squinting over at the dock once again. "If ya whant me to be honest, I had little trust fo' you when you firs' came aboard. All da sneakin' and spyin' sent me on edge."
"I don't blame you. I'm not someone who people really trust." Especially when he was on a job; anyone around him could die then.
"But you got some pirate in you yet," he said, giving the man a friendly cuff on the shoulder before pushing off from the railing. "I gotta man the wheel so we don't sink in da harbor. You're welcome to join me."
"I think I'll take you up on that." Phillip wasn't one who usually was this friendly with people, but he figured it wouldn't hurt to make an ally or two.
"Might need an extra set of hands, too," he said, walking up the stairs to the wheel. "Currents're a bit dicey around the dock some times."
It took almost two hours, but finally they managed to get the ship positioned and tied down to the dock. Klaus was drenched in sweat and looked bone tired from wrestling with the wheel, yet he still helped tie the knots onto the ship to keep it stable.
"And…" he said, rubbing his bloodied hands against his pants, "There! Good work, boys!"
Phillip leaned against the railing, hair a mess and face flushed.
"It's finally over," he said, exhausted from helping Klaus as best as he could.
"The benefit of helping me wit all of dis," he said with a grin, "is that we're da firs' off da ship. I got a place close by with da bes' rum. Guarantee it'll beat any wine you've evah tasted."
kirimi emerged from her office, just above the main deck, her eyes wandering over the harbour. her shirt was still bloody, but she seemed much better than before - almost unnaturally better.
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