by Amaya » Thu Sep 01, 2011 6:10 pm
Yank, tug, tie, hold down. Yank, tug, tie, hold down. Check the line. Hear the words hollering for relief, feel the presence of someone taking your job. Look around. You're on break. And kami be-damned, you're not hungry or tired. Life on a ship, you got used to these rhythms, but some days they didn't quite match up.
Glancing around, the peasant saw a gackle of people who had not long ago been dressed in the dark greys and blues of the Crab. Big, burly and weren't they supposed to fight monsters? That was some sort of training session? "Eh, fuck't," she muttered and walked in the direction of the group, saluting and standing just barely in hearing range... waiting to see if the big priest was going to shout at her to get to some other task or leave her there.
Heimin * Naval
Status - 0.0 (Peasant Levy), Glory - 1.0, Honor - Untrustworthy
"Well, now, isn't this a fine kettle of fish I've gotten pickled in?"