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Ethan "Doug" Cartwright

Navigator

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a character in “The Stone Goddess”, originally authored by Oborosen, as played by RolePlayGateway

Description

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Name: Ethan Douglas Cartwright
Age: 32 Years
Gender: Male




Position: Navigator

Appearance: 6"ft 1'in 198"lbs
Like many men in his live, Doug has a very hard look about him. From the endless days on board a vessel to the hours bombarded by the weather at hand. Still though there is a soft look about him from time to time and the hours of his life peel away to show that he is not so hard a person as he may seem. Aside from his short brown hair and brown eyes there is very little to distinguish him from any other man save for the scars that he has collected from his years of travels along the isles and from port to port. Though he does go to some pains to keep his hair and face as shaved as he can, that is from his years prior in the kings navel which visually bothers him just to think about.

Personality: Being a sailing man and a prodigy of it as well, Doug is not one to really wear his heart on his sleeve and be read as an open book. He fights with his own morals coming from a high standing family and being taught all his life that pirates are not really sailors but instead are to be known as rats of the sea. But for him, he knows that this is his life now and he has found bearable seating.
He is intelligent and well schooled and not one to let the opportunity to be heard go past but aside from that he is content to do his job and pull his weight. His past as being a noble is what he tries to keep behind him and will reject anyone calling his claim to it. Not many know that he is rather unhappy with the way his life has ended up and the way his family names was tarnished. But he waits for the day that he can once again reclaim his family name and walk proudly again among his peers.




Equipment/Clothing:
*Tunic* (Green)
*Trousers* (Brown)
*Sash* (Green with gold clasp)
*buckled leather boots* (black)
*leather bracers* (black)
*Brass Sextant*-Heirloom from father, kept in case on hip-
*Divers knife* (right boot)
*Hulbrek* (Rapier, wider blade towards the base.)

Skills: From years being in the royal navy, Doug is more then an able bodied sailor. He is trained in the use of nearly every piece of equipment found aboard any maritime vessel. If there is something that he comes across that he does not have formal training in, he is still able to make a more then educated guess about how to use it. However it is his abilities as a navigator that got him were he is today and he is not shy about his skill one bit. His family comes from a long line of ship captains and Navigators so it was no surprise that he would come out the way he did. Aside from that he is an excellent and if he has the free time he will take the chance to go diving from time to time to see what he can find.

Background:
From the day he was born Ethan "Douglas" Cartwright was destined for great things under the wing of his father and uncle. His father Austin Cartwright was a well known and respected Captain in the Royal navy, while his uncle Hector was next in line to be the new admiral or the coming year. He was given the best schooling and the best of opportunities to achieve the same fame as his father and his fathers before him. He from the age he was able to serve on his fathers ship he was there and learned the best that his trade could offer and it looked as though that he would do the same as his lineage offered. But it was that one night his fathers ship was sent to war, but with who no one could tell. It was thought to be a large force of gathering pirates that sought to topple the southern ports and ravage all they could find. Douglas was one of the only men to survive the battle and when he returned home it was to repeated bashing and criticism of his family, word had returned that his father gave the ship to the pirates just to save his own life and not only that but his uncle was found dead in his estate the morning before his return having taken his own life. He knew something was wrong and he looked for some time for any clues to what was happening to his family, it was too much a coincidence that his father would go missing and his uncle wound end up dead.

It has been a decade after that night and he still looks and still wonders what was it that took place.





Other: No matter the time of day or the moment they are in Doug hates being called by his given name "Douglas". The sound of someone calling him that seems to agitate him to know end and it can even lead to physical confrontation.

So begins...

Ethan "Doug" Cartwright's Story

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Character Portrait: Benedikt Steffanson Character Portrait: Jenna McKay Character Portrait: Dania Steffanson Character Portrait: Elsa (Ellie) Maynerd Character Portrait: Citali Character Portrait: Alois Kensington
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The smoke-filled tavern was busier than Kieran had ever seen it. Dirty bodies lined the walls and ruckus laughter bellowed from all corners. Whores clung to men as much as the men clung to their rum.
“Ok, people, places your bets,” he said as he dole out the cards to the other people at the table. Gambling was his favorite thing to do while docked. And the Bitter Hag Tavern in Mrackia always had the most colorful clientele, and the most interesting opponents.
“It’s busier than usual,” he said to his friend, Vishtor. “Is there a ‘free whore with every drink’ deal that I don’t know about?” Kieran heard a grunt of approval nearby.
Vishtor snorted. “Unlikely. It has to do with that Stone Goddess being stolen, I’d imagine.”
Kieran rolled his eyes. “Of course. I’d have to be death not to.”
Vishtor raised his eyebrows. “And going after it is not something you’d be interested in? I hear the reward is life changing.”
“Yes, well while those idiots are going off looking goddess-knows-where, for something that might never have existed at all, much less been stolen, and incurring the wrath of the king, I’m going to do the smart thing; raid and loot the merchant ships without competition from other raiders and looters. And why is there no competition?” He tapped the side of his head twice for effect.
Vishtor huffed. “You have no ambition.”
“No, I have a will to live and not waste my time.”
Suddenly, the man behind Vishtor stripped and dropped his drink on Vishtor, drenching him.
“Blast!” he said.
Kieran burst out laughing so hard he nearly fell back in his chair. “You can’t beat the Bitter Hag!”

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Character Portrait: Eric Kloon Character Portrait: Ethan "Doug" Cartwright
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Eric Kloon

Eric stood a head above the other men at the circle his feet planted firmly on the tables edge and he lead them all in song..

Well, I used to be a farmer and I made a living fine..I had a little stretch of land along the coastal line.
But times got tough, and though I tried, the money wasn't there..The bankers came and took my land and told me, "Fair is fair".
I looked for every kind of job, the answer always no "HELL NO!!"


The crowd of men would join in from time to time and hoist the tempo as it ran. That was until someone dropped their drink and it began to skip across the floor knocking into shins and toes along its ride. The upstairs of the tavern exploded into a roar of shouting and fighting as they tried to figure out who caused the fight.
But there in the midst of the fighting was Eric, with mug in hand and a half unconscious man in the other. "Ha ha ha... you boys sure know how to throw a party."

He tossed the man into a group before flipping the table with his foot and kicking it to the wall.
A man burst from the corner and tried to take Eric down, but as his shoulder made contact with the larger ones midsection Eric did not budge. He looked up to see Eric finish off his drink and look down on him with a large grin as he hefted him up the smaller gentlemen and hurled him over his left shoulder letting him crash over a low counter. He scooped another drink up off the floor and lifted it to his lips.
"Hire you now?" they'd always laugh, "We just let twenty go!" "HA,HA,HA!!!" He chugged the ale fast and returned to the fight with a merry tune in his throat.




Doug

The ocean breeze swept over the bow of the ship as Doug looked out over the ocean, Spinning his fathers sextant in his hand softly. He could see all manner of life swimming in the water below, as he looked on a sea turtle could be seen toddling back and forth in the water to get to where it was going.

He had been laying half way off the edge of the ship for some time, using a makeshift net as a hammock he kept his sight turned down to the ocean below. It was refreshing to do so seeing as he spent most of his time looking to the horizon or the sky and not having the sun sting his eyes was a good feeling from time to time.

With almost the rest of the to port, he was relaxing to the sound of the ocean for once this week.
He did wonder what would come of the day however, when the captain and the rest of the crew go ashore they usually return with some hair brained idea at fame. Or some hodunk treasure map that leads them to a well hidden box of junk.

He pulled a small piece of cloth over his eyes and decided to let the breeze sway him to sleep now.

The setting changes from Mrackia to Ladeira

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Character Portrait: Benedikt Steffanson Character Portrait: Jenna McKay Character Portrait: Dania Steffanson Character Portrait: Elsa (Ellie) Maynerd Character Portrait: Citali Character Portrait: Kieran Urthadar
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After the card game was over and the other players walked away, Vishtor leaned close to Kieran.
“Now listen,” he whispered, “You always said that you wanted to be rich and famous. This may be your chance to make history.”
Kieran put a reassuring hand on his friend’s shoulder. “I will. As a pirate. Not as a fake hero like my grandfather. I will become a legend as raiding, powerful pirate. I don’t want to die in my twenties chasing rainbows for pots of gold.”
Vishtor smiled deviously. “What if I told you I knew where the Goddess was?”
“I’d probably believe you. Somehow you are all-knowing.”
The old man’s eyes twinkled. “In Paedon.”
Kieran scoffed and leaned back in his seat. “Now I really don’t want to go. I’ll die broke for sure.”
“Come on. Your grandfather went there.”
“My grandfather was a drunk who exaggerated. More likely he got lost at sea and got so drunk he imagined it all.”
Vishtor sighed in exasperation, but otherwise did not acknowledge this comment. “Look, I’m going to go straight to my point. I have a contact who’s with the Sisterhood. They’re worried that the King’s threat will hinder the process of finding the Goddess. So this person, who trusts me, asked me to find someone capable of going to Paedon and retrieving the Goddess. Now don’t say anything!” Kieran had opened his mouth to protest. “Just go back to your ship and wait for me. I’ll bring my contact there in an hour. She’ll explain everything and then you can decide.” With that, Vishtor rushed out of the tavern before Kieran could say anything.
Kieran huffed in annoyance and banged the table with his hand as he stood up. “Well,” he said to Ellie, “I guess we’re going to have to hear the old coot out. Maybe we’ll get lucky. If not, we can use his head as our banner.” He winked at her to show he wasn’t serious. “I suppose we should go back to the ship and tell the crew. Alois,” he said, spotting the boy,” Go see if you can tear Eric away from his fun and catch up with us.”


As he boarded the Dragon’s Greed, Kieran shouted, “All right everyone, get off your lazy hides and gather around me. I have an announcement. Vishtor is coming with a priestess to send us on a suicide mission to retrieve their deity from an uninhabitable island. I’m not going to make the decision to stay or go myself, however, it must be a unanimous decision. We’re going to hear this woman out, and if we don’t like what she’s got to say, we’re going to rob her blind, and send her on her merry way. Sound good?”
After an hour passed, Vishtor and a woman appeared and boarded the Dragon’s Greed. Vishtor was wearing his famous black hooded cape that he used as a disguise. The woman was obviously a priestess, as she had on the signature white priestess robe and blue jewelry.
“My name is Shyla,” the stern woman told Kieran immediately. “I hear your grandfather was Dievan Vulgo. I wonder what happened that his grandson would be such a scoundrel.”
Kieran temper flared, which usually happens when strangers bring up his grandfather. “Look lady, he was just as big a scoundrel as me, only he got lucky!”
Shyla gave a laugh devoid of humor. “Well, maybe you’ll get lucky, too. I know all the information regarding the stolen Goddess, and I’m willing to double the reward for you. Will you hear me out?”
Kieran’s temper evaporated instantly. 200,000 gold was the kind of money only nobles possessed. He would be set for life, even divided among the crew.
“Alright,” he said, “Get on with it.”

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Character Portrait: Benedikt Steffanson Character Portrait: Jenna McKay Character Portrait: Dania Steffanson Character Portrait: Elsa (Ellie) Maynerd Character Portrait: Citali Character Portrait: Kieran Urthadar
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Alois does as he is told with a quick, "Y-Yes Sir!" He returns to the ship one he has done as he is asked. Once he sees the woman there, he shrinks back into the shadows and watches quietly from a distance.

“All right everyone, get off your lazy hides and gather around me. I have an announcement. Vishtor is coming with a priestess to send us on a suicide mission to retrieve their deity from an uninhabitable island. I’m not going to make the decision to stay or go myself, however, it must be a unanimous decision. We’re going to hear this woman out, and if we don’t like what she’s got to say, we’re going to rob her blind, and send her on her merry way. Sound good?” Elsa smirks at Kieran's words and drapes an arm on his shoulder with a laugh.
"I say we rob her blind regardless!"

When the priestess finally shows up, Elsa eyes her, as she does any woman, and makes sure she doesn't get to close to her Captain. She's pretty, not pretty enough, but pretty. Her robes are pure white and Elsa questions if this so-called "Priestess" is the same. If she's on a ship with a bunch of pirates, the "pure" thing doesn't really make much sense. When the woman speaks, it becomes clear to Elsa that she is definitely not-so-pure.
"I hear your grandfather was Dievan Vulgo. I wonder what happened that his grandson would be such a scoundrel.” Elsa is officially finished playing nice with this lady. She steps forward from her spot next to Kieran and pulls a pretty, small blade from her thigh.
"Listen, Princess. I don't care who you are, but if you talk like that again to my Captain, I'm going to show you what that pretty little tongue looks like from the outside of your pretty little mouth." She twirls the blade's tip on her finger and stares with fire at the priestess.

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Character Portrait: Benedikt Steffanson Character Portrait: Jenna McKay Character Portrait: Dania Steffanson Character Portrait: Elsa (Ellie) Maynerd Character Portrait: Citali Character Portrait: Kieran Urthadar
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Benedikt and Dania were still in their spots on the ship. He was still singing and she relaxing on the deck when the captain returned, shouting for everyone to gather up.

Dania looked up at Benedikt questioningly. He returned her look with a shrug and a hand out to help her up. The pair moved closer to where Kieran stood.

Benedikt crossed his arms as he listened. He simply nodded at Kieran. Hearing someone out was never a bad idea. Decisions made in haste typically had a fault to them. Benedikt could do nothing but shake his head and smile amusedly at Elsa’s comment of robbing the priestess regardless of the outcome of the meeting.

The siblings waited out the hour until Vishtor and the priestess arrived. Dania regarded the woman’s robes. It reminded her of home, snow white and bright. She was thrown by the woman’s tone however. Stern and a bit harsh she addressed the captain. Dania frowned.

Benedikt remained stoic as the little exchange went down. She was offering quite a lot and he couldn’t help wonder why she was willing to double the reward.

His keen eyes did not miss the hunter as he returned. The deer over his shoulders though would make it hard to miss him.

The siblings looked to each other and then back to the scene that was unfolding. Elsa had a knife out and was threatening the priestess. Benedikt looked to Kieran trying to gage his reaction to the threat. There was a lot of money on the line should Elsa act rashly. It did not do to have the priestess speak to the captain that way but Benedikt knew Kieran could hold his own and had. No one would fault Elsa for standing up for Kieran but if she did cut out the priestess’ tongue then she couldn’t tell them where to find the Stone Goddess.

Benedikt weighed the options and waited to see what the priestess and Kieran might do. Dania began making a mental list of what she would need to stop the bleeding and maybe sew the tongue back on if Elsa followed through.

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Character Portrait: Elsa (Ellie) Maynerd Character Portrait: Eric Kloon Character Portrait: Ethan "Doug" Cartwright
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Eric Kloon

As Alois comes to find Eric he see's that the man is sitting on a small pile of unconscious bodies with a partially broken mug in his hand. It only took one look from him to tell that it was time for Eric and the others to return to the ship, so with that he downed the rest of his drink and stepped off his makeshift chair. Several of them groaning as he moved down, slapping several silver on the bar before he left and grabbing a small jug of rum with a wink at one of the barmaids.

Though his time had been sodden with much drink his steps were clean and straight, it would take more then a few tankards to get a man like him off his rocker. But the rum would do just that and even though he was feeling a bit thirsty for the jugs contents he knew some of the crew would be aching for a taste as well. The boarding plank gives a little whine as it always did when he came aboard and it was that soothing sound that told him he was home on the ship once again.

* * *

Both Eric and Doug had gathered to see what was going on about this new adventure. Eric could still be heard with a sullied tune in his voice while Doug would still wipe some of the rest from his eyes before putting them on the two new guest.

Doug knew of the woman's status as soon as he laid eyes on her, she was a priestess of that temple of the goddess. Though he knew much about them it was partially thanks to his father having connections to them when he was a child and he could even recall several being guest at his home estate. He leaned in as Elsa tempts to hurt her and he lays a hand on her shoulder giving her a slight look of disapproval. Its not the fact that she could hurt the woman that bothered him, but the fact that the priesthood has been defending itself for a long time against aggressors. The woman before them could most likely hold her own in a fight and he was not willing to allow Elsa to chance such an occurrence.

Eric on the other hand gave a hearty laugh as he set a barrel to his side and sat himself down.. "Listen miss, I believe you should get ta telling us what the story is.. we don't take kindly to threats or insults if you don't mind." He still had the jug gripped in one hand, either by choice or by the thought that if he put in down someone else would take it.

The setting changes from Ladeira to The Dragon's Grees

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Character Portrait: Benedikt Steffanson Character Portrait: Jenna McKay Character Portrait: Dania Steffanson Character Portrait: Elsa (Ellie) Maynerd Character Portrait: Citali Character Portrait: Kieran Urthadar
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Kieran laughed at Elsie’s threat, delighted to see the sneer on the priestess’s lips. “Now, Elsie, your haggling skills are much to be desired,” he said.
Shyla huffed, but started her story, somewhat reluctantly. “I’m afraid that this whole incident is my fault. I placed my trust in the wrong man, and now the church could fall apart. I hope that doesn’t happen again.” This she directs at Kieran, who just rolls his eyes.
“This man is my twin brother, Shaine,” she continued. “As you probably know, there are very few men within the church, as men are corrupt by nature. But he was allowed in as a guard because of his attachment to me. I was in charge of guarding the Stone Goddess, but since it was in an underground vault it seemed like a boring job, so I handed it off to my brother. Which was a grave mistake. One day he just disappeared, the same day as the Goddess. At first we didn’t know how he got her out, it’s a big statue and no one had seen him with it. Then we discovered a hidden passageway that lead out to the coast where he undoubtedly boarded a ship and escaped.”
“So why us?” Kieran asked, taking advantage of the pause in her story.
For the first time, the priestess donned what could be passed for a kind smile. “As children, my brother and I were fascinated by Dievan Vogul’s adventures. We knew every tale from the land beyond the sea, and even play acted them together. Shaine always dreamed of going to Paedon. And you remember your grandfather’s tale of the monster in the volcanoe?”
“Of course,” Kieran said, “It was his favorite. He used to say how he spied this great red creature made of lava coming out of the volcanoe. It was like a human, but not quite. After studying it for a while, he found that this creature thought itself a god, and it’s power like none he had ever seen. Hogwash.”
Shyla nodded. “Yes, well whether it is true or not, my brother believes it. It was his favorite story. He talked about it all the time, and often wondered aloud what kind of power it could possess. That’s where I believe he has taken the Goddess, to sacrifice to this creature in hopes of gaining power. You must know something about your grandfather’s travels that will aid you.”
Kieran thought about the journals’ that had belonged to his grandfather that were still in the Captain’s Quarters. “I might,” he said mysteriously.
Suddenly, fear shone in the woman’s eyes. “There’s more. He has also kidnapped one of the orphan’s and taken her with him.”
“For an additional sacrifice?” Kieran pondered.
Shyla shrugged. “Maybe. Or maybe he took her as leverage in case we found him. She’s the queen’s eight year old daughter. Mayley was given to us when she was a baby to hide her mother’s indiscretion. And since Rowena has become queen, we’ve been getting bribes and threats to keep the girl’s identity hidden and to keep her safe. That’s why we’re doubling the reward for you. To keep your mouth shut. If the queen finds out that her daughter is gone, the church is ruined. If we can’t get the Stone Goddess back, we’re ruined. I need you to get them both back safely.”
At the end of her story, Shyla looked hopefully at Kieran.
“For 200,000 gold? Why not! We’ll get pack up the ship tomorrow and set sail in the afternoon. As long as the crew is up for it.”
Their business done, Vishtor and Shyla left for the night.

The setting changes from The Dragon's Grees to Ladeira

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Benedikt Steffanson Character Portrait: Jenna McKay Character Portrait: Elsa (Ellie) Maynerd Character Portrait: Citali Character Portrait: Kieran Urthadar
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Alois jolted his head up when he heard the mention of the orphan.
"We have to save her!" He shouts. When he sees the attention drawn to him, he slips away to his quarters.

Elsa watched the priestess leave and then turned to Kieran.
"An evil twin...who would have thought?" She says with a chuckle. With a yawn, Elsa stretches, pushing her chest out toward Kieran.
"Well, I'm getting a little tired. Anything you'd like to do before we all take our leave for the night, Cap?" Of course she was referring to the job they had just been offered, however, whomever heard her words could decide their meaning for themselves.

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Character Portrait: Benedikt Steffanson Character Portrait: Jenna McKay Character Portrait: Dania Steffanson Character Portrait: Elsa (Ellie) Maynerd Character Portrait: Citali Character Portrait: Kieran Urthadar
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Dania shifted her weight back and forth between her feet. The fact that her own brother, a twin at that would betray the priestess saddened Dania. Her eyes looked to Benedikt and she knew he would never do such a thing to her.

For his part Benedikt was listening closely to the story the priestess told them and what the captain had to say about it.

The siblings came from a land of many legends. Tales of creatures and gods who walked among the people. It was not hard for him believe that there were creatures in volcanoes. He was disappointed to hear that someone would be willing to betray his family for a quest. Surely there had been a better way to do that.

The talk of a child, an orphan was troubling. That this child was the Queen’s daughter even more so. The product of an indiscretion or not this was still a child that had been taken.

Both Benedikt and Dania were frowning but turned to look at Alois when he proclaimed the child needed to be saved. He slipped away but the siblings looked at each other. They shared his sentiment. Regardless of everything else the child was an innocent and it was not right that she be caught up in this.

The captain accepted and the visitors departed. Both Dania and Benedikt remained in their spots to see if the captain had any orders for them.

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Doug looked off the side of the ship to see the priestess and her companion move down the pier and disappear from sight.

He leaned back and began to pace over the other side of the deck as he could see the sun taking its last few minutes of sunlight at a leisure. it was slowly loosing is glimmer as the arch of light was touching the top the distant mountains and he felt that it was beginning to get time to take count of the day and head for bed.

Eric ruined the solemn moment in that instant as he grabbed the smaller man from behind and shook his shoulders. "Alright Dougy this time you take first watch, I'll go and take a listings of all our stocks..Hehe."

He rushing off for the hold rum in hand, he was obviously going to add the jug to his own private stash.

It was a nice little stash though, not to say that he wasn't willing to share with the crew. It was most likely that he felt better knowing that there was another stock of drink other then the ships own stores somewhere on board and it wasn't like the other crew members didn't know about it. He used to try and hide it in vain every single time but someone would always find it no matter what. So now that he considers it his stash, the others still know either way.

The setting changes from Ladeira to The Dragon's Grees

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Doug

After most of the crew had dispersed and Eric had taken his own personal treasure down to the hold, Doug backed off from the gangplank and looked over to Kieran and he approached him with a small look of worry. "Captain?.. I know the money is a tempting offer but is it really worth while to search for this statue on such a godforsaken piece of rock?" He was rolling the edge of his sashes clasp between his fingers as the question was doing the same on the edge of his mind.
"I fear to think that nothing good could come from this.. adventure."

The sound of ocean birds circling about as the sun was retreating past the mountains filled the air. Soft tide was beginning to end and many of the harder waves were going to soon be taking hold.