Snippet #834267

The sounds of clashing liquids and ravenous seas no longer drifted in the air that normally occupies the presence of the lumber ship, Greyon, It was lonely in a sense without the abuse and thumping fists of an un-relenting element trying to crash the wooden beast and the crew inside it's guts to pieces. There was no frantic screams or shouting, no thuds and bangs of feet and boots smacking against the ground in the haste to get the ship ready or even it out, the crew in fact where all sitting in masses with another, most staring at the ground where a set of dices was laying. They all remained silent, Five of them wearing a bandanna around their faces made of an a old, rag-tag patchwork sheets, looking almost zombie and dead in some ways while their torsos where dressed in baggy short armed shirts and tight, leather trousers, the rest of the crew was shirtless due to the warmth of the day, of course it wasn't exactly warm or hot and in fact it was foggy, windy and cold but compared to hard storms and freezing winds that wandered in their usual domain this was a summer holiday "Two sixes..." A male voice bellowed out in a semi-bored tone as they stared at the dice, another arm reaching out from the crowd and picking it up, caging them in his fist while making a gentle ratatata as they bounced against his palm as he wobbled his wrist before releasing them along the ebony wooden floor "Snake Eyes..." Another one sulked out in a clear dull day. One of the pirates simply stood up and walked off as he was clearly entirely fed up with this all and begun to look out to the calm and tranquil sea, even if it was in a mist "Why would the captain come here.." He asked, looking over to the crowd of men who twist their necks from the dice to peer at him. One of the few that was rather skinny and small took his doorag off to scratch his chocolate brown hair as he joined in searching for the answer "It can't be for women...I mean..I would like one but he hasn't touched one..ever...and it can't be for supplies, we've got enough stock for a month at least..." They all switched glances before entering a ponder state as they continued with their dice.

The ship, Greyon moved slowly and rigidly into view, it was indeed a mighty ship but to say it was anything close to fast would be a up front lie, to watch Greyon swim was like watching a mountain float across the sea, true it was strong, sturdy and powerful but it was neverless slow and seldom lacked any sort of speed for it's turns. The Ebony ship easily stood up to out size almost any ship apart from war vessels that carried the same skills it had. The wooden Creature with it's bark like skin as grey and black mixed as brimstone was heading over the horizon, it's view layed on the ship Damion was currently sleeping in. As it moved onwards and the mist was pushed out of it's massive structure the flag became easy to view, a big, brightly displayed flag made of red coats, each stained in old blood, some new and other parts being sown together of other pirates wares and breeches, it was a statement of it's battles while the built it self was that of a typical pirate boat but fatter and it's head crafted in the shape of serpents tale whipping out to the bottom of the sea, scraping the water with the very tip of it, The sides of the ship where huge enough to at least display three long rows of cannons which it soon did as they was drawn out when the crew started moving "Get the cannons incase Black-Wood commands a raid" a crewman shouted out, the very same who was throwing he dices earlier. The belly of Greyon once again sprung to live, the crew was running, the thuds of feat was apparent in the ears of everyone an the ship was making it slow, creeping way to the newly spotted ship.

Black-Wood was at peace in all respect, despite the sounds that were no longer there, this gave him a sense of dissatisfaction but that negative did not override his desire to feel at peace for the moment, the winds whistled along the creaks in his ship while he, himself ignored it when dipping the same emerald into a boy of sugar, lifting up to reveal the sweet dusts being stuck on all of it's sides as it was shining from an odd liquid before being snuffed out by Black-Wood's tongue which creeped from it's abyss behind his bandages and slided against the surface, leaving only his saliva there before dipping it once more into the bowl of sugar. The note rested peacefully on the table, written but not read, it was not time to read it and it was not his to read, instead he just let it sit there while he enjoyed is treat, well was enjoying his treat. Once more his wooden entrance slammed open by the same muscled arms while he was just about to truly relax. He sat there with his one eye on the ground, his hand stuck in position of dipping the diamond in his sugar, his violet orb slowly creeping up to the pirate as he was basically yelled at in the haste "Captain, We've run into another ship, we think it be of pirate origin, we're awaiting orders.." The man stopped there and let his chest slide out and in as he took in a few breathes. Black-Wood immediately stood up with his back straight and his shoulders postured as finely as any gentlemen can posture one self, his eye gaze up and down the man before he simply driftingly lifted his hand and calmly placed the diamond in the bowl as he left his seat "Drian. I'm starting to think you're going to tear my door off with these outbursts...." He said in a half-hearted but indeed serious tone, his one eye frowning slightly at his underling who once again left, although he id it in a much quicker pace that last time. The somewhat mentally misplaced captain continued his way after sliding his other arm down to his belt and drawing out a pistol, waving it up to his side, ready to fire although pointing upwards so he has a better chance of quick drawing due to less movement needing to be committed. His feet thudded against the steps as he went upon the upper decks, all the crew running around him and readying positions at the sides of the ship while others went towards the cannons in the lower deck "Don't get excited.." He yelled out to his men as started to casually walk across the floorboards in his hard, leather boots. A slight wind blew in his ears as silence took place over the frantic attempts to get ready, all now on focused on their captain.


"Now, I did not say we would be shooting anyone, did I? No, no I did not...so, Stay still, stay quiet and let me see who these soft sea pirates are, I am not blowing up a ship who has so many friends that I'll have to worry about another three coming after me just because you lot...are bored..." A sharp silence took other before the shady captain started to walk to the head of the boat near the wheel, spying at the ship in the distance "Tell Peterson to get a flag ready to wave. I need information on the area...oh, and don't let him of the lower decks if they turn out to have women on board.." He said the last part in a fed up tone and with that one of his crew ran off along the scalp of the beast to get his fellow pirate.