It really was quite terrible, but Josiah had already told her to shut up once today - that alone was too much interaction for him, and he was about to fall asleep to this ridiculous song anyway, so there was no use making it stop - not now, maybe tomorrow. Perhaps he should pick someone else, though. He hated them all.
Zoe switched the tune once she thought everyone was sleeping.
"I know you got the best intentions, Just trying to find the right words to say, Promise I've already learned my lesson, because right I wanna be not ok,
So sit tight sotting here waiting, If I hear one more "just be patient" Its always gonna be the same." She sang quietly to herself, getting her feelings out in the open.
What the heck? Josie thought, laying in bed, almost asleep. He'd have to sarcastically lecture her about it tomorrow - but for now, it was time for him to sleep.
Zoe tapped her foot. She was bored and needed to move around. "Well this won't hurt." She said to herself sarcastically before she basically lept down from her post and slid down the ladder down to the dock. "Woah thag was fun!" But not too loudly before she started doing the weirdest things.
A rumbling beneath his room awoke Josie at the crisp hour of four fifty-eight. Cussing under his breath, he took a unique origami swan crafted just for situations like this, and let it fly out the window below. Once unfolded, the origami read:
'Please shut up down there, whoever you are. Love, Josiah.'
Zoe got a origami swan. "Hey where did this come from?" She wondered to herself. She looked around and saw no body, so she shrugged and put it away before she sent up to the wheel to make sure they were on course.
Cicada wanted to murder both Zoe and Josiah. They should both get to sleep, the ship was anchored and they weren't going anywhere. Besides there captain was trying to sleep right there. Idiots.
As the rest of the ship was awake to some degree, and for some reason, Houston was snoring the night away in his quarters, oblivious to the woken ship.
Meanwhile, Josiah smiled himself to sleep. He was used to being hated, used to hard work, used to smarting people's socks off - it was always effective, like tonight.
(Yeah, but night watch.)
(Yeah….)
Zoe sighed as she climbed back up to her post again and waited for the sun to rise. There shouldn't be any invaders right now right? She thought to herself. A few minutes would be good. Zoe decided to doze off for a few minutes.
Riseley had given up trying to sleep with the ruckus on board. They are a light sleeper after all. Sighing, they stepped onto the deck.
Josiah. Of course. Who else could it be?
Josiah liked to sleep in the mornings if he could because his job was done mostly in the afternoon and twilight when the winds changed the heaviest. But of course, even his cold, cold soul couldn't keep himself from freshly cooked French Toast.
Crawling sleep-filled out of his tower, he made his way down to the galley where, indeed, hot plates of the breakfast food, drizzling with powdered sugar and syrup lay waiting - even for him. What an act of kindness.
Snatching away his plate with a negative flair of Monday mornings with Josiah, he retreated to a corner where the air vents were on high so that his toast could cool, and began to eat, shriveled up with the spiders. (They needed someone to clean the ship from time to time.)
(It's a wooden pirate ship. There are no air vents.)
(Also most quarters are below deck, however Cicada's and Brooke's are on the deck.)
(SO SORRY logic just goes out the window on me
Also Josiah's is up in the crow tower correct? Since he's the mast man?)
(Yeah. That makes sense.)
Riseley had been in the kitchen, trying to replicate their mother's old French toast recipe. It not quite right. Oh well. The smell of food is going to attract people to his area
Cicada got up from her hammock and walked down to the kitchen. It smelled great.
It was very good, Josiah decided - of course, if he knew who made it, then all of that would be thrown out the window, but for now, it wasn't a half bad breakfast.
Zoe walked into the kitchen. "Morning." She said in complete exhaustion. "Also nice breakfast." She added before yawning.
Josiah glared at Zoe for one to two seconds, then continued pretending not to notice her or anything else in his surroundings. If Zoe had read his message, it was probably best for no interactions today.
God, that toast was delicious!
Cicada ate the toast. It was delicious. She wondered where the rest of her crew was, they had things to discuss.
"Gods the weirdest thing happened last night. There was some random origami swan on deck last night, but it was really pretty. " Zoe replied as she dug in. "Man this is so good."
Josiah grinned to himself - Zoe hadn't opened it yet! Just as Houston came stumbling in, crystal eye more hazy than ever.
"'Mornin everyone. Hey - french toast! Who made it?" He jounces, sliding up into his seat next to Orion, who was being very grumpy (as people were in the mornings) and grunted at his arrival.
(Was that too controlling of Orion?)
(Yes. Especially since his rper hasn't checked in yet. So until he does Orion is not to be used, shipped with, or anything else. He is Ca1Ca1's character.)
(I'm sososososososososo sorrrrryyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy! I will never do that again I pinky promise! :( :( :()
(Oh no it's fine! It's just if Ca1Ca1 comes on then you can do stuff. He hasn't been on in a loonnnnnng time. Supposedly seen yesterday, however can not be confirmed.)
(the sightings! lol alrighty then continue)
"I believe Risley did," Cicada responded, "Don't quote me on that."