Snippet #1883807

((OOC: I'm sorry this is so long... and I hope it's okay that I start up something like this.))

Trinity Faith Morain

Trinity shook her head at the girl's retreating figure and began to walk away, deciding that the girl wasn't worth the trouble. She had reached the docks and noticed a new, bigger ship docked. Trinity chuckled to herself as she realized that the ship probably belonged to the young captain. Trinity was about to start walking again when she looked over at her own captain's ship. The entire crew would be at the tavern or the pub, so the ship was eerily empty. Trinity cocked her head as she noticed a suspicious looking man walking toward the ship. She slipped through the crowd to keep an eye on the man, but stayed hidden in case the man was dangerous. Trinity peered around the ship just in time for the man to stuff on last handful of straw into a hole in the ship, and light the straw on fire. Trinity jumped as the fire quickly caught the straw and spread.

The flames had soon engulfed a good portion of the wooden ship and was quickly making the small hole the straw was stuffed in considerably larger. Luckily for the other captains, the ship was docked farther away from them due to the paranoia of Trinity's captain, so the fire was not able to spread to the ship adjacent to it. The townspeople seemed shockingly quite as the fire spread and the hole began to reach the water. Too scared to do anything else, Trinity turned in horror and shock and quietly made her way back to the bar with Avalon staying silently by her side. Looking back to the sea, Trinity saw that someone must have un-anchored the ship and set it floating out to sea.

The fire was retreating and the boat had begun to sink as Trinity reached the bar. She pushed open the door and slipped in silently, still in shock at what had happened. She made her way over to where she had last seen her captain and found him sitting with his feet propped on the table, drinking what had to be his fifth pint of rum. He looked over at her and hollered, "Ay, Trinny, doll, c'mon over and have a drink." Trinity walked over to him without a word. "Captain Sterlin', I gotta tell ya somethin'." The captain stood, wobbling a little, but with a more serious look on his face. "What?" he asked sternly. Trinity looked him in the eye and told him of the strange man and the demise his ship had met. She had just about finished telling him the story when suddenly Sterling raised her hand and brought it down to slap her with it. "You bitch," he breathed in a hushed tone. Trinity held her hot cheek and looked back up at him with a growl. "Your ship is gone and I had nothing to do with it." The man was clearly drunk and stumbled forward to her, his horrible breath reaching Trinity's nose and she backed off. "Though you did nothing to stop it from happening, did you?" Sterling answered her harshly, but with a sort of wicked, drunk smirk on his face. Trinity's hand fell from her face and she narrowed her eyes at him, placing a finger to his chest and pushing him away from her face. "Well then I guess God has spoken. You're out of a ship, and your out of a lookout."