Snippet #1231090

Hauclir loved this kind of rain. It reminded him of the spray that would leap across the deck, and of the furious storms which they oft outran. For a few moments he stood there, eyes closed, remembering what it felt like to stand in the crow's nest, with the tumble and roll of the deck beneath him as they sailed towards their prey. He could picture the convoys of fat merchant vessels they would sweep down upon, remember the feeling of triumph as they hauled the loot aboard and then-
And then he heard voices below him, snapping him from his reverie. They were familiar voices, those of the rest of the Lemon Seeds. Or at least the ones he knew, anyway. It must be time for a patrol already, which meant another opportunity for some pay. For a fleeting moment he let a smile cross his lips as he thought about the plans for the ship he had drawn up. Just one more year trapped on land, and then I'll be back where I belong, he thought to himself. He looked down to check there was nobody below him, and then swung over the side of the roof, using the hand and foot holds provided by the roughly made structure to climb down to ground level. He gave a curt nod in greeting before heading to the back of the group, wincing as his bare feet stepped through the muck on the floor. Better than wearing shoes he reminded himself.
"So...what are we doing this time?" he whispered haltingly to the nearest person, hopefully quiet enough that none of the command staff would hear. He had felt the lick of the lash enough times in his life without another taste from these landlubbers. Nevertheless his speech was awkward, he had never really talked to any of the other Seeds before, so this hushed question probably qualified as an outburst.