A new day (Twilight)

[heron]

"Burn it down..." Felshen Hiccuped, "Shit fer Brains, I'll 'av the troats of the lot of ya!" Felshen winged a half full bottle of Rum into the crowd of Angry pirates.

A bulky man next to him brandished a cudgel and tugged on Felshen's arm, "Captain, don't you be thinkin' now would be a good time to leave?"

Felshen smiled and pushed the fat man back a step, "Nonsense Beazl, these fine gentlemen want to learn to dance my good man!"

Felshen laughed and stumbled over to a scowling burly man with a long goatee. Smiling Felshen leaned into the man and twirled the end of the mans goatee around his finger as he looked back at his first mate, "Beazl, they sure make 'em pretty here don't they?"

"That they do Cap'n," Beazl said eyeing the molested man as he grew steadily more infuriated.

Felshen turned back to the man he was accosting to meet a hard fist in the face. The punch landed squarely on Felshens jaw spinning him around once before he fell down onto the dusty road. The man was human, but for a human he was still nearly twice as physically strong as Felshen, his arms were whiskey kegs and his chest the barrel.

"You s'he that Beazl? Tha' pretty little thing jus' hit meh! Dey breed 'em strong 'ere don' they?"

Before Beazl could respond, the burly man was upon Felshen, the man had him pinned beneath five hundred pounds of rippling body flesh and muscle. One fist at a time he was introducing Felshen to a new constellation that bloomed right before his eyes. A ring of spectators had encircled the pounding and were cheering on the large human. The whole crowd had grown vastly tired of the loud mouthed drunken Forest Elf.

Beazl hobbled over to the throng surrounding his captain and slipped through toward the inner ring. As he slid past a man jumped and shouted "Someone pinched me arse!" But his words were drowned out in the cheering of the crowd.

As Beazl slipped into the center ring he saw Felshen still pinned trying in vain to protect his face from the massive human onslaught. Quickly, with an expert shot that spoke of experience Beazl landed a blow to the massive humans head that knocked him out cold. He pulled the Elf to his feet, the elf was worse for wear but otherwise he appeared alright, He'd have a nasty swollen eye in the morning but he'd recover.

"You she that Beazl, none of 'em can keep der hands off me!" He leaned on his first mates shoulder, "I guess'm jus too Handsome fer my own good!"

"Aye, sir. Sometimes I swear you do have shit for brains captain, Now let's do be goin before ye find another pretty little thing to dandle on ya' knee,"

As Beazl drug his drunken captain from the center of the ring the crowd parted before the stout man with the cudgel. Any man here had respect for a first mate that would throw himself into a pit like that after his captain. Besides Beazl was nearly twice the size again as half the men there.

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Felshen's head was spinning, he really couldn't remember what had happened the night before, but he knew he must have been drink... Before he could finish the statement Felshen hurried onto his balcony and spewed over the rail into the dock waters.

"Ugh..." Felshen Moaned, "Drinking,"

He slumped down against the banister and slid a hand through his greasy hair. Once he bathed he'd feel better. It was just then that Felshen realized he was back in his cabin aboard his ship. He would have to thank Beazl later, give him an extra flagon of ru....

Felshen spewed again, the very thought of liquor emptied his stomach like a bad apple. He needed to bathe.

"Beazl..." He moaned, attempting to raise his voice, "Beazl!"
The stout man came running on the second call, he nearly had to go into the room sideways the man was so wide.

"Aye, captain"

"Ah, Mr.Beazl, you'll have to tell me of last night sometime later. But for now would you mind getting a bath started for me?"

Beazl let out a hearty laugh, "Captain, I swear you do bathe more than a woman worried of courting!"

"Beazl," Felshen snappishly moaned, "Just have the cook heat me some water and have the crew bring it to my room, Salt water will do nicely,"

"Aye, Captain," Beazl said still chuckling, "Would you be fancying a flagon of mead with that?"

Felshen spewed and Beazl laughed as he exited the Captains Cabin.

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After bathing and dressing Felshen's stomach settled enough to get out of his bed, He would have to remember to get a softer pillow, this pillow was no longer cutting it. Next time he was in Liadi he would have to pick up a nice Goose down pillow.

Felshen made his way slowly out onto the balcony letting the salty air fill his lungs. It was a warm day, not overly hot, but warm with a pleasant breeze. Fluffy clouds floated overhead and occasionally dropped a shadow of the docks but only for a brief time. The clouds were really moving, that could mean foul weather was afoot, but scanning the horizon he saw nothing ominous, if it would mean bad
weather it wouldn't be to later in the afternoon toward night.

The docks were bustling with people, He didn't enjoy tying off at port very often. Stowaways were common, especially in Bellevin. Most stowaways here were harmless women, and children who were attempting to escape an abusive family or relationship. But there was always a chance a more sinister stowaway could sneak aboard. Memories of one still gave him nightmares to this day. He shook his head and pushed the thought away.

Today would be a good day, and he wouldn't have centuries old memories dragging it down and casting a shadow over everything. After all, he had to remind himself, he hadn't had a problem like that in over seven hundred years now, but there was always a chance. Felshen turned on his boot heel and tossed his coat up about his shoulders.

"Ah Beazl cleaned it," Felshen shook his head, "I swear he's more first maid than first mate. I need to find that man a good woman."
Felshen walked out on deck, it was empty save for old Evan at the bow looking over the bay, he had a tendency to stay with the ship even after he had given everyone express permission to go about and have a good time. There was no real reason they found themselves at port, just one of his spontaneous moments. It felt good to be at port, sometimes. He wouldn't be staying much longer anyway. They would be setting off at dawn the next morning, weather permitting.

Evan turned and saluted Felshen and Felshen smiled in reply, after Beazl Evan was one of his most trusted men on board. Turning once again on his boot heel he set off at a brisk walk down the boarding ramp and headed into town with a slight swagger. His sword was at it's usual place upon his back, blue hilt rising over his left shoulder with the platinum chain and charm hanging down brushing occasionally against his ear.

Today he wore a simple black pair of trousers with a pair of dark brown tall boots. The boot tops were folded down so they came up just past mid calf. Beneath his regular coat he wore a simple long sleeved green pull over with some gold embroidery around to the left of the stomach in the shape of a heron. Overtime the bird had become his calling card.

As he made his way into the bustling crowd he smiled, only time would tell what this day would bring.

[ivy]

Bellevin. Iyvienne rubbed her eyes with her fists. Well this is what she got for being entirely too trusting. The captain of the ship she had arrived on hadn't been a very savory guy but she had ignored the fact on hopes he would keep his word and take her to scattered islands. It wasn't too surprising that he had taken her to Bellevin instead intending to sell her off. After giving him the slip she now found herself stranded in the middle of the pirate town.

The inn she had stayed in last night had let her stay for free so long as she sang to the crowd all night. The tunes that pirates like are always fast paced and made to be played just a little off key, not like they notice the key tones they just like the way it sounds. Her sensitive ears were still ringing from the discordant songs and her fingers were aching from playing her fiddle almost all night. There had been a fight outside the tavern but she hadn't bothered to go look. Fist fights were common among the drunk, and even more so among the drunk pirates.

She readjusted her traveling back on her back and ran her hand through her brown sun streaked hair with a sigh. The silver braclet she wore at all times sparkled in the sunlight. Finding decent passage off this run down rock wasn't proving to be easy. The inn keeper from the Brugen inn had been...kind enough to suggest a couple of places for her to look, but so far none of the captains she had spoken to would take her on. She stopped for a moment trying to remember the directions the burly man from the inn had told her. As she paused a man approached her. "I had wondered where you had gone off too." looking up she noticed it was the captain from he ship she had come here on. "Where was it you wanted to go, the scattered islands. No one here is going to take you there, i've made sure of that." her eyes narrowed, well that would make sense as to why none of the captains had been willing to take her. "I think we had a misunderstanding from before, We just needed to make a brief stop on our trip before heading on to the Islands, so why don't you come back with me." he started for her and her green eyes narrowed at him in suspicion as she looked behind him to see several men keeping an eye on the scene. Men she recognized from the ship.

As she spoke she started moving backwards, "I thank you kindly, but i've changed my mind actually. Bellevin is rather nice this time of year I can put off my journey, and since this was just a brief stop for you I wouldn't want you to have to wait upon me." The man laughed and looked over towards his men, who exchanged smiles with their captain. Ivyienne took this as a opportunity, to run. She wasn't much of the fighting sort but something she was was quick, probably quicker then the large pirates. Turning on her the heel of her boots she took off back from where she had come. Looking back over her shoulder briefly she noticed they were following her but she had caught them by surprise, they were already lagging behind. Smiling to herself she started to slow down when she collided with a man about her own height.

[heron]

Felshen caught the startled Dryad right before she crashed him to the ground "Hey, watch it! You could hurt yourself or anger the wrong person that way. Why the hell are you running?"

His question was answered for him as a band of rowdy men crashed through the crowd like a rock in white water. Felshen quickly pushed the Dryad hybrid behind him and stepped forward raising his hands.

"Gentlemen, Please! What's the hurry? Now I know looks can be deceiving but I would have to think twice myself about this creature being a thief!" Felshen flashed a smile at the pirates that abruptly slipped off his lips as the largest in the group, he presumed the captain spoke.

"You're the wood elf from last night! Step aside before I make you my bitch again,"

Felshen let out an astonished laugh, "Bitch am I? The nerve of you Human. I was considering stepping aside for you, your business is your business after all. Judging by your dress you're a slaver," Felshen nodded considering, "Undeniable."

"If you don't step aside Elf, We'll move you!"

Felshen sneered, "Now that's no way for a lady to speak,"

Swords were drawn and Felshen took a step back as he drew his long elegant two handed blade. After the blade was drawn from its scabbard it glinted in the pre-noon sun and he dropped naturally down into a simple neutral combat form.

"Follow my lead ladies," Felshen said with a smile.

As the group approached him, their cutlasses drawn Felshen eyed the way they moved. All muscle, no technique, They made themselves look larger the way they moved. Made for more area to defend, left them open on multiple accounts, and they approached all at once. They hoped to over power him, this would be done quickly.

When the first strike fell onto Felshen's cold steel sparks flew. Felshen parried hard, sending the blade spinning out of the pirates hand. A look of surprise masked the pirates eyes as Felshen landed a swift kick to his abdomen staggering him as two of the others lept aside to avoid their comrades blade as it fell between them.

The unarmed pirate made a quick scramble for his sword and was quickly silenced as Felshen twisted his wrist and slit the pirates jugular with a surgeons precision. He was done for. Felshen stepped heavily on the down pirates neck as he scrambled to keep the blood in snapping it mercifully.

He kept his sword at the ready as they all descended at once, Felshen was a blur of green cloth sparks and flashing steel, seemingly without cause the pirates were falling around him. It was only after they landed that the cause of death could be determined, this was a delicate dance after all.

Soon the captain was all that remained, "Keep her Elf, she wouldn't have captured a fair bounty anyway," The cowardly captain took a step back then turned and ran. Smiling Felshen wiped his blade on the coat of one of the fallen pirates and sheathed his blade. The crowd had emptied around them, and as the fight came to a close they went about their daily tasks and duties.

Felshen turned to see if the Dryad has stayed to witness the fight, during the scuffle he hadn't paid attention to if she was still there.

[ivy]

The wood elf she had run into had been able to prevent her from falling down, and for that she was grateful. "Hey, watch it! You could hurt yourself or anger the wrong person that way. Why the hell are you running?" isn't that the truth she thought to herself. She opened her mouth to respond when she heard a mighty ruckus coming from behind her. Wide eyed she turned slightly to see the men forcing their way through the crowd.

Before she could take off running again, which was her plan, she felt herself being pushed as the Elf moved to stand in front of her to address her pursuers. "Gentlemen, Please! What's the hurry? Now I know looks can be deceiving but I would have to think twice myself about this creature being a thief!" She thought about running, but the next words from the man chasing her stopped her.

"You're the wood elf from last night! Step aside before I make you my bitch again," If her assumptions were right, then these men had met before, and the elf standing in front of her had lost. Not wanting someone who wasn't involved in her affairs to get hurt she decided to stay. Hopefully with her still present the pirates wouldn't forget about their prey and would leave this man alone. After seeing the poor shape they were in she could easily outrun them anyway. Maybe she could stow-away on a ship to get out of here since no one seemed willing to take her.

It had seemed as she was thinking more words had exchanged, and not friendly ones because now swords were drawn.

"Follow my lead ladies," she heard the elf say and shortly after the pirates rushed towards him. Her throat tightened, if she was responsible for this man getting hurt she was going to be rather upset with herself. She had her twin daggers on her, but she would rather not use them, it had been a while since she had needed too, and wasn't very sure of her skills with them. Despite her fears for the elf's safety it appeared he actually could take care of himself and was surprisingly good at it as well. Within a few minutes of the fight starting, it was over. The men lay on the ground each suffering from a varies of different wounds.

The captain was all that was left. "Keep her Elf, she wouldn't have captured a fair bounty anyway," she heard him say and her mouth opened slightly in mock shock. "I'm not sure whether I should be insulted by that or not..." she muttered out loud to herself. The crowd that had surrounded them faded away and she wasn't too surprised by the crowd's lack of interest in the dead bodies though she did wonder what was going to happen to them.

She could actually get a good look at her "savior" now since she had been previously occupied with other matters. He was just a hair taller than herself and dressed much nicer than most of the ruffians in the streets, or he was a least a little cleaner than most of them. a captain of a ship perhaps... she thought to herself. one who obviously isn't friendly with that other man

With a large smile she looked down at the men on the ground for a moment before looking back up to the elf. "Wow that was quite an...effective way of dispatching pursuers, perhaps I should actually learn how to fight since running doesn't always seem to handle these situations I manage to get myself into. Thank you, very much for your help, and i'm sorry to ask this of you, but I am trying to get off this island" she said looking around her "for obvious reasons, and that man,"she looked down the street where the man had taken off "seemed to have talked all the captains around here into not taking any by my descpription looking for passage so I haven't had much luck... You wouldn't happen to know anyone who isn't such a regular here that would be willing to take me aboard, would you?"

[heron]

"I don't find myself inclined to listen to the ruffians who take port here, I myself am no pirate. I am a merchant, and mercenary, a ship for higher if you will. My ship doesn't have one set job, it accommodates many purposes,"

Felshen walked away from the corpses and the dying, over to the Dryad hybrids side.

"So you wish to escape this island? I don't blame you. This place isn't one for a person such as you to call home even for a day."

Felshen paused to consider, he assumed the Dryad had little or no money, she had most likely given all her money to the prior captain.

"Do you have any skills you could bring aboard for my crew if I were to take you on? I'm not saying to sell yourself by any means, but perhaps a talent?"

Felshen smiled and offered her his arm, "Walk and talk with me? A woman shouldn't be seen alone in this place, It doesn't promote health and long life."

[ivy]

Iyvienne smiled. She hadn't picked him for a pirate and couldn't be happier that she was right. She stood still as he moved over towards her, listening to what he was saying and she couldn't agree more. Getting out of this town had become her main priority. She still wanted to get out to the Scattered Islands, but at this point in time she couldn't care less if she just headed back to the main land.

"Do you have any skills you could bring aboard for my crew if I were to take you on? I'm not saying to sell yourself by any means, but perhaps a talent?"

She was about to answer when he offered his arm to her "Walk and talk with me? A woman shouldn't be seen alone in this place, It doesn't promote health and long life."

Hearing him she laughed softly. "Well said." she commented as she slipped her arm through his. As they started walking she stepped delicately over the bodies on the ground as she spoke.

"As far as talents go I am a bard and historian by trade. So my best talents lie in entertainment; I sing, I dance, I play a variety of instruments, I tell stories, and I write stories about the people I meet. Aside from that I have picked up a variety of talents on my travels. I suppose the most useful one I have learned is that I can cook. I all depends on what you decide to call "useful". She commented with a wink.

[heron]

"Ah I see," Felshen smiled, and chuckled " A cook, we have been without a true cook since the last one decided he could bathe in the drinking water."

He laughed aloud, "And this cook was a man, How am I to know you won't perform all your daily hygiene activities in our drinking water?" He raised an eyebrow at her with a quirk in his lip, it was obvious he was clearly jesting.

Felshen beamed a menacing glare across the street at a pair of Dock workers he could tell were eying the Dryads figure. Men were dogs on the better days, and swine on the worst. Felshen stopped in his tracks and turned back to her and shot her his most winning smile. He was taken aback "Where have my manors gone?"

Felshen broke away from the linked arm and faced her, "Captain Felshen Cresting, at your service." He made a bow and kissed her hand delicately.

[ivy]

"A cook, we have been without a true cook since the last one decided he could bathe in the drinking water." Iyvienne stifled a laugh. I'm sure that was a pleasant surprise. she thought to herself. She had never spent a good amount of time on a ship but even she knew that drinking water was akin to gold on a ship.

"And this cook was a man, How am I to know you won't perform all your daily hygiene activities in our drinking water?" She looked over at him in mock surprise. "I would do no such thing!"

Now that she had found herself passage off this filth ridden rock she felt much better about her situation. True to his word, no one bothered them as they made their way along the docks towards the shipping lines. The air was starting to get a little heavier as the humidity started to go up and she was suddenly glad she had bought that new oilskinned case for her fiddle. This weather would ruin it for sure if left open to the elements.

"Where have my manors gone?" she paused as he stopped, bringing her out of her musings, to face her. "Captain Felshen Cresting, at your service." The bard smiled. The merchant captain certainly wasn't without his charms. She inclined her head slightly in response as she spoke "Charmed, truly. Iyvienne Kylos. Scholar of music and the histories, and amateur cook. Although most people call me Vienne." A sly smile crept across her lips "and a word of advice Captain Cresting, you might want to be careful with that handsome smile of yours. It might get you in trouble."

[heron]

Felshen looked thoughtful, "Vienne, Vienne. A beautiful name, I assure you, the pleasure is all mine,"

Felshen was not an arrogant person, but he did know the effect his smile had on women; and he had a tendency to use it to his advantage once in a while. He wasn't trying to win Vienne over, he barely knew her; but it seemed very few could resist, to a woman a rogue smile meant danger, excitement, and adventure. Not exactly the staples that a sturdy long lasting relationship was built on.

"Don't you fret on my smile though," he said throwing another smirk into the mix, "I know how to handle it, quite frankly I think it's my most dangerous weapon,"

The wood elf hooked his arm through the Dryads and continued walking. The street passed beneath them at a steady pace, he wasn't exactly sure where there stroll was taking them but it wouldn't be too much longer until they made their way down to the dock toward his ship. He did have to show her around and all, and perhaps Beazl was back aboard.

Turning he finally took a moment to look over the dryad. She was most certainly attractive and the way she walked made him think of the ocean. Then again, women in general made him think of the ocean. Men were hard like land, the changed little over the years and their moods changed with the seasons. Where as women were like the ocean, soft, beautiful, they had their moments and their moods changed from day to day and minute to minute. Felshen chuckled at his thoughts and realized he had been starring. He quickly averted his gaze and finally looked about where they were at.

The south side of the docks, the more wealthy Pirates docked here. Large frigates, smaller coast skimming schooners. Nearly every type of vessel was represented. From here he could see the masts of the Heron and the tall flag with the bird sailing above the rest. Felshen had docked at the north end. He could have afforded to dock at the south but tying off at the north drew less eyes. And that's what he wanted.

"So tell me, Vienne. Where was it you were going when you were mixed up with that slaver?"

[ivy]

"Don't you fret on my smile though," he said throwing another smirk into the mix, "I know how to handle it, quite frankly I think it's my most dangerous weapon,"

Vienne laughed at this comment. It was true in multiple ways. There were times when a smile could diffuse a dangerous situation. Of course it also might have been that smile that got you into it in the first place.

She continued walking along side the elf. She had no idea where she was going, but was glad for the company all the same. Her bright green eyes scanned the ships as they pasted. Boats were almost and entirely new thing to her. The first boat she had been on was the one she come to the pirate town on, and that was less than a pleasant experience. At first she had been determined not to go below deck. Everything was all very close down there and small since things had to be very compact on a ship and didn't sit well since she was rather claustrophobic. None of it was enclosed, she could always have a door open but regardless, it was unsettling. After about an hour on the open seas, she decided being down there might be better. She had alternated being in her small cabin and out on the deck. To her credit she never got sick to her stomach, although she never ate much, but she was very lethargic and slept most of the journey in the cabin. Perhaps that is why she didn't notice where they were going.

She guessed now that they were heading back towards his ship, since there wasn't much else down on the shipping line. Hearing a faint chuckle she looked over at her companion to see him avert his gaze from her. Frowning a bit she looked over her appearance. do i look funny She didn't think so.

"So tell me, Vienne. Where was it you were going when you were mixed up with that slaver?" She looked over slightly at him when he spoke and sighed "Well, I was hoping to go to the Scattered Islands. I've never been, so i'm curious. However at this point in time i honestly don't care where i go" she laughed a little looking over at some of the deck hands who made no small show of their ogling at her. "So long as it's away from here."

[heron]

Felshens eyes lit up, "Ah! Away from this place I can do Vienne, You wanted to see the scattered Islands, then The Heron has a heading!" Felshen smiled brightly, "Come, I'll show you my ship. Well, technically, our ship."

Felshen tugged her along and lead her up the Docks, the smile didn't slip from his face until he noticed a man slink into the shadows from the sun, Felshen shuddered. Even if it were a vampire, it wouldn't target him. The chances were slim to none, besides, he still had his charm on his blade. He felt secure.

The pair passed the shadowed man without incident and from what Felshen could tell, the man or creature paid the pair no heed. As they past ship after ship Felshen watched as his red flag sending the Heron soaring grew larger and higher above them. Once at the dock he released her arm and walked briskly down the peer.

"This my dear, Is The Heron."

The ship was tall, long and slender. Well suited for slicing through the waves of the deep sea. It was painted a vibrant red with gold trimming around the glass portholes. A balcony ran the length of the stern, that was his private balcony only accessible through his quarters beneath the helm. The sails were large, well suited for speed, and each sail sported a large red heron. The deck appeared to have several men aboard performing various tasks.

A large man, Nearly as wide as he was tall was calling orders from the helm brandishing a large wooden cudgel threateningly.

"Mr. Beazl!" Felshen yelled from the dock, "We have a guest drop the boarding ramp and have guest room B prepared below deck!"

A faint "Aye captain" could be heard in reply as the boarding ramp was dropped to the dock.

Felshen spun around once again, smiling. He was vastly excited to have a guest aboard. It had been quite sometime since they returned to their base at the far side of the scattered isles, but tomorrow that was their heading. Not only would Vienne see the scattered islands, she would see practically all of them.

Felshen motioned her to follow as he backed up smiling toward the boarding ramp. Not looking where he was going he tripped over a mooring line and fell into the water between the boat and the pier. A single exasperated "Burn me," could be heard, along with a thump as something hit the boats hull an "ouch," followed very shortly by a splash that sent water up onto the peer.

The Crew aboard was in an uproar of laughter as the Captain pulled himself sopping wet back onto the pier via a ladder. Leave it to him to make a fool of himself in front of a beautiful woman, when he looked at her his face was scarlet.

[ivy]

"Ah! Away from this place I can do Vienne, You wanted to see the scattered Islands, then The Heron[/] has a heading!" Iyvienne couldn't help but feel a little excited, his enthusiasm was contagious. "Come, I'll show you my ship. Well, technically, our ship."

Their pace quickened as he pulled her along with him, eager now that he had a destination in mind. It was plain for her to see why he was captain, and probably a very good one at that. Seeing a strange figure slip into the shadows she was a little bit concerned. She had already had enough trouble for one day, she didn't really need, or want anymore. The elf didn't seem too concerned however she keep her eyes on the shadows until they had pasted.

Everytime they came up on a new ship she keep thinking to herself that the next one would be it. But each time he pulled her along. Finally he released her arm and she watched with an amused smile as he stepped over towards a larger ship and announced with pride. "This my dear, Is The Heron."

She could certainly see where it got it's namesake. Walking slowly she made her way over towards where he stood, never taking her eyes off the ship. She was certainly a beautiful ship. The captain had all rights to be proud of her. She could see the figures of men scurrying about the ship at the orders of a stout man. Since Felshen was the captain she figured that other man was the first mate.

"Mr. Beazl!" Iyvienne jumped when he yelled "We have a guest drop the boarding ramp and have guest room B prepared below deck!" She heard a faint response and not a min later a ramp was lowered from the boat. Seeing him motion to her she made her way over to where he was. He had started moving up the ramp backwards and Iyvienne shook her head slightly and looked on with an amused smile. She was rather impressed, until he managed to slip over a rope and plummet into the water.

Her face when from amused to concerened and she hurried to look over the side of the peir. "Burn me" she heard from the waters as the elf's head emerged. "Ouch" carefully she made her way up onto the deck as the crew lowered a ladder to allow their sopping captain to climb aboard. As he pulled himself onto the deck she covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle her laughter, but her amusement sparkled in her eyes.

As he looked over towards her, his face deep red in color, she couldn't help herself. Despite her best efforts she starting laughing along with the rest of the crew. After she had composed herself a bit she gasped. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't laugh but," she took a couple of of breaths and tried not to laugh again looking at him. He was completely drenched. "You look perfectly pitiful." Despite having composed herself she still wore and amused grin.