Kurts
Prince
Posts: 3,760
|
Parhelion
Sept 24, 2016 8:56:06 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Kurts on Sept 24, 2016 8:56:06 GMT -5
"Simple enough," he replied, sitting with his back against the wall to sleep, ensuring he could see the entrance and his new companions.
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 9:09:24 GMT -5
No one does anything stupid, and after a few hours Kurts smells fish. One of the men has a small fire past the traps and is cooking some sea bass. "Hungry?" Zayn asked. "Going to be a long day."
|
|
Kurts
Prince
Posts: 3,760
|
Parhelion
Sept 24, 2016 9:24:01 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Kurts on Sept 24, 2016 9:24:01 GMT -5
"I'll take some grubs," Kurts took a seat beside him, peeling an orange on the way, and taking a seat.
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 9:31:03 GMT -5
After the fish they turn to the lagoon. "Ready to find your armor?" He asked. "I think the ship you were on is about hundred meters out to sea. Only about fifteen feet down."
|
|
Kurts
Prince
Posts: 3,760
|
Parhelion
Sept 24, 2016 9:52:58 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Kurts on Sept 24, 2016 9:52:58 GMT -5
"Aye, more ready than anyone we run into after is going to be," he replied. Among primitives and brigands, a man in plate could be a god.
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 9:59:21 GMT -5
The men load their boat up and start rowing out. Only a lone other man seems to remain on the island (hi Drak!).
(Giving Drak a few hours to respond, before you get to maroon him like Captain Bligh!)
|
|
|
Post by Marlow on Sept 24, 2016 10:15:28 GMT -5
After a brief bit of sleep, Marlow makes his way towards the center of the island, searching for something he could use as a weapon.
|
|
Kurts
Prince
Posts: 3,760
|
Parhelion
Sept 24, 2016 10:27:19 GMT -5
via mobile
Post by Kurts on Sept 24, 2016 10:27:19 GMT -5
Kurts noted the lone man on the beach and turned to Zayn.
"Grab him," he instructed. "Can't go fishing without a worm."
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 10:33:36 GMT -5
Zany arches an eyebrow and the men arm themselves and head towards Marlow, who finds a oar he could use as a fairly effective club. The men approach him and Zayn chuckles. "Another survivor," he said in his thick accent. "Where is this one from??
|
|
|
Post by Marlow on Sept 24, 2016 10:36:47 GMT -5
Marlow hefts his makeshift beatin' stick, eyeing the three men in front of him. "Spent my life on the seas until I got chained up. I don't think I can kill all three of you, but I'm willing to bet I can put at least one of you away if you want a fight."
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 10:41:27 GMT -5
"Can you swim?" Zayn asked.
|
|
|
Post by Marlow on Sept 24, 2016 10:43:45 GMT -5
((fuck.))
Marlow squints at Zayn. "I can, or I would have drowned. Not very fond of it, though."
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 10:47:36 GMT -5
"Perfect!" The man said. "Today is your lucky day. You get to get off this gods-forsaken continent then. We just need supplies. Come along now." He gestures with his blade.
|
|
|
Post by Marlow on Sept 24, 2016 10:53:57 GMT -5
"Fine, but I'm done living as a slave. I expect the courtesy of being stabbed in the back before that happens." Marlow lowers his oar-club.
|
|
|
Post by The Forgotten God on Sept 24, 2016 11:11:15 GMT -5
"I can stab ,amy places more painful," Zayn remarked, leading him to Kurts. "Another Westerosi. Very charming."
|
|