Quartermaster Belanor Royarus
The yell coming from behind the Quartermaster made him grimace and turn around, the red irises of his eyes scintillating in the moonlight. The fellow Tiefling's voice carried all over the deck and Belanor didn't have to give the Captain a look to know that this type of sour attitude wouldn't be tolerated on his ship. The bulking beast of a Tiefling licked his lips and allowed a crooked smile to break the offended look on his face, and if anyone didn't know better it would definitely look like he was
thrilled about the perspective of having to carry out discipline.
Belanor signed at a steaming Elanso, he could see the fire in her eyes from where he was, and he followed the smaller male as he slumped after the Captain.
"Oi, Ruuuude," the inflection was drawn out purposely to mock the Tiefling.
"You gonna make me use my whip on the first night, are ya? Oh my brother, I have so many delightful tools in my cabin, some I haven't even had the chance to use yet--"
"Yes, yes my dear Belanor. Let's not scare the new mates just yet, hm? He'll behave, won't he?" The grip the dark elf had on Rude was strong and unyielding, and the pleasant smile on his face was betrayed by the commanding look in his eyes.
"You gonna have to let me break one of 'em to set an example, Captain." Belanor took a few more steps forward, his hand resting on the whip at his hip. There was a real hunger in his voice, one for violence that would normally chill to the bone anyone who wasn't used to it.
"Let this be his first warning then. Now, you were telling me about those sandbanks? They keep shifting around these parts, and we've been ashore for quite some time..." Captain Draynor trailed off and continued to walk away with Rude, hand still gripping his shoulder but with much less strength now. He looked over his own shoulder and winked at Belanor, who rolled his eyes and and grunted in annoyance.
The Quartermaster kept his eyes on the pair until he could not longer hear what they were saying. The Captain was a very capable man, but there was nothing worst that a bad seed in the garden to spoil the entire harvest. He would be keeping his eyes on this Rude fellow until he fell in line just like the others. On his way back to his other duties, he crossed the three riggers and nodded approvingly at their work.
"Very good. You better get some rest then, at sunrise we'll be at large and you three'll have more work to do." Just as he turned to leave, he chuckled and gave the lot a playful look, hand still on his whip but the menacing air subdued for the moment.
"Our Captain likes his drink as the sun rises, I suggest you join him even if you don't drink."
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Master Carpenter Fooky
The young Tiefling male jumped at the chirpy voice, dropping his ink pen all over his blueprints and cursing as he hurriedly tried to avoid causing too much damage to his precious work. He turned around on a swivelling stool and grinned at the woman before him, not a hint of uneasiness on his face despite his surprised reaction. It took him a few seconds to realize he should stand and shake her hand, and when he did so his tail got caught in the leg of the stool and he tripped forward, catching himself just in time before his face hit the floor.
"Well met, Ayameri! Haha, sorry about that, I was deep in, ah, well, planning and drawing, the boring stuff. Wait - working under me, are you?" Fooky's embarrassed grin turned into a sly smirk and he gave the short elf an exaggerated curtsy.
"It's rare we get your kind to do some hefty work, no offense! You're all so usually broody and with your head all up in the air -- ah, I hope Elanso isn't behind you?" He stuck out his tongue jokingly but peeked behind Ayameri nonetheless. There was an evident wave of relief that passed across his face, but it was gone before anyone not paying attention could notice.
Now that his tail was unstuck, it flicked back and forth excitedly, and the genuine excitement in Fooky's eyes was obvious once he focused back on Ayameri.
"Well then, well then, welcome aboard Miss Ayameri. Like you said, I'm Fooky, the master carpenter of the Burnt Hands. I've been trained in Islamyria, you know, the world's capital of the most skilled carpenters. Have you ever been? Beautiful place, the architecture is, ah, magnificent! But the people, the king, ah, well, that's another story..." He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder and invited her inside his cabin. It wasn't much of a sleeping cabin, although there was a makeshift bed there with bundles of blankets and a pillow. The room was plastered with blueprints, detailing all the nooks and crannies of the Wretched Siren, and some were clearly more recent while others had seen some extreme wear and tear.
"Captain Draynor always likes to celebrate on the first night, so I won't be making you work just yet, dear. But tomorrow, we'll see how you fare with both pen and paper, and my woodworking tools."
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