[TRAVEL TO WEST BLUE] On the Road Again

[SAMHAIN WEST]

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[SIR CULLS]

a wild marine ship has appeared!

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In the far off corner of the docks rested a typical marine vessel, not so much larger than the norm, white flag flapping in the wind. The ship was still situated due to some time faults, and marines bustled on and off the ship in groups, lugging supplies onto the ship. Supplies that should have already been stowed away. Among the hustle and bustle one man would stand out, a man dressed in slightly more impressive attire than the rest, a slick white suit and polished shoes. He would as it seems, be in command of the ship, and was wearing an extremely angry expression for the intimidation factor. He was typically a very friendly and approachable man.

It was already known that a few extra passengers would be tagging along for this voyage, but he had yet to get to checking the attendance list, and probably wouldn't. If someone was late, they would leave without them. He tapped his foot lightly against the wooden planking of the docks as he watched the last of the supplies get packed away, the ship would be leaving within the next several minutes, and those who were not on it by then would be, inevitably, left behind. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size][/font]

[SAMHAIN WEST]

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[SIR CULLS]

the captain used awesome!

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Looming over the woman at a whooping six foot five inches, the marine would have to look down before addressing the green haired female. He would gaze firstly, hard, as if inspecting the girl, his face set into a discontent frown, before blossoming into a friendly grin. "Why yes it is, he would state proudly, gazing off into the distant son for a moment before readjusting himself,"Are you one of the extra passengers?" If she said yes he would next inquire for her name, and if that passed he would quickly explain the predicament of the late supplies and that they were slightly behind on time, and then welcome her on board.

She would be free to wander as she wished, though he would ask of her to lend a hand where it's needed and then he would dismiss his self with a fair wish for her and the ride. She would be able to find this man later, if she allows him to leave, on the bow of the ship, proudly standing in a heroic pose against the shimmering seas. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size][/font]

[SAMHAIN WEST]

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[SIR CULLS]

the ship used surf!

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The ship would be fairly busy with the crew tending to the many needs of a ship, though while hustling between duties there would be a lot of time for making conversation and banter. The ship set sail without a hinge, minutes after the green haired marine had been welcomed. Nobody in specific would come to approach her, a few marines might have waved to her or said hello as they ushered on by, but no direct conversation would be initiated.

In-fact, she would find herself quite secluded in a sense, as nobody paid the tag-along much attention, too busy with their own plates. The captain from the bow from time to time bark out some commands, but then end up laughing towards the end. And in general the ride was going rather smoothly. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size][/font]

[SAMHAIN WEST]

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[SIR CULLS]

the captain used baton pass!

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People would continue to mill about in no exact pattern; nobody would bother the secluded marine as she performed her ritual, and over all it would be overlooked, very few marines looked her way, maybe a little curious, but never approaching. The captain of the ship was still pressing upon his poses at the head of the deck and had yet to find the time personally to check on the extra passengers. But he had sent some side recruit, a rather pudgy boy with sandy blonde hair and rosy cheeks, to check on them in his stead.

He shuffled all the way to the woman from the bow, all the whiles nervously fiddling with his pudgy digits. "H-hey there, how's it going...enjoying the ride?" He was clearly not too experienced with social matters himself, but he would try his best to communicate with the woman. A nervous smile would also trickle along his face in a weak attempt to make the mood lighter. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size][/font]

[SAMHAIN WEST]

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[SIR CULLS]

the marine used escape rope! the boat is still using swim

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The boy smiled pleasantly at the good news, for you see he had known from the get go that she was fine, he had even reasoned it to the captain beforehand, and it was a pleasant relief to know he was in-fact right. "T-that's good, captain just thought you looked a little...lonely, so he wanted me to make sure you were all nice and dandy," he spouted and began fiddling with his fingers some more. He was an earnest but timid lad. "I suppose I should go then, check on some other blokes and all that, so..." he seemed to fiddle with the last word, "cheerio," and waved her off. Though he would have certainly stopped come and objections.

The next few hours would be determined by the marine, she could do what she wanted freely, even hunt down the pudgy one again, but nothing of extreme importance would occur. The captain would sing little tunes and the crew might have joined in at bits, but otherwise it would be smooth sailing, and the ship would soon enough be approaching port, and everyone would go back to busy steps.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size][/font]

[SAMHAIN WEST]

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