An island lost at sea.

[lost_sailor]

Who: Piers, the crew of the Alcyone, and YOU!
Where: Isla Empieza
When: 15th of October
What: The Alcyone returns to port to rest, gather supplies, and pick up a very important person while they decide on the next leg of their journey...
Warnings: None. Oh wait. We have Jade.
Style: [Brackets] or Prose. I'm sure we can adapt.
Status: OPEN. DO AS YOU WANT.

[With the adventure at Manila behind them, Piers is glad to land for once. While he tried his best to hide it from the rest of the crew, he was tired from the slew of offensive spells that he hurled at the moths to keep them at bay.

That was one island they weren't going back to.

They, as a crew, needed to regroup. He personally hoped that he could meet some of the voices that he had heard through he networks. But, above all, he wanted a good night's sleep in a bed.

Inns always solved everything.]

Comments

awww you think he's very important :3

[sparkplasma]

[As soon as he'd learned he wasn't alone here, Ivan had made it his business to find the harbor immediately, and stopped in a few times since without luck. It may have been partly luck that brought him here today, though, at this particular time... or partly something else. You never can tell with psychics.

Whatever the reason, he finds himself in the harbor just as an unfamiliar ship is pulling in to dock. Unfamiliar, and yet... Is that it? That's it! He can't help but grin, in spite of the awkwardness in their last conversation. Piers and Sheba. The Alcyone. They're really here.

So yeah, Ivan can be seen waiting at the dock as they pull in, and he'll wave as soon as he sees someone he recognizes.]

hey. Castmate <3

[lost_sailor]

[There were only two things on Piers' mind as he eased the ship up to the docks; finding Ivan, and sleep. The adventures were tough, and he hoped that he would never need to have Luke in a desert at all in the future. The young man was a bigger complication than Jenna ever was-- and Jenna could be quite temperamental when she wanted.

Even if she were to arrive, Ivan's appearance told him that there was no guarantees. There was a possibility that they'd never met in her mind. There was the possibility that she only knew him as the weary prisoner in Madras, held for a crime that wasn't his.

But a familiar face brought him hope-- and he waved as soon as he saw Ivan.

He'd recognize that head of blond hair and green cloak, even if he barely knew the young man.]

aw shucks >w<

[sparkplasma]

[And for Ivan's part, blue hair stands out even back home, so that's a relief. He scurries up alongside the ship, careful to keep out from underfoot of the dock workers, waiting for the gangplank to come down.]

Ahoy, Captain! Permission to come aboard?

[lost_sailor]

[Piers grinned, already embarrassed.]

Please-- just 'hello' is alright, and I am no Captain yet. We're all just sailors.

[But the gangplank goes down gently, with barely any effort. Playing along, Piers continued:]

But yes, do come. We have alot to talk about.

[sparkplasma]

[Ivan laughs, half sheepish for making such a dumb joke in the first place, and half simply amused at Piers' reaction. Oh man even if you guys barely remember him he is just so happy you're here.]

Of course. I'll be right up.

[And right up he is, as soon as the plank's secure. It's quite a bit different, this ship - the sails, the way it moves at anchor, and of course its much smaller size. It's... oddly exciting. Maybe he's not as adventured out as he thought.]

How was the trip? Smooth sailing? [-he asks once he reaches Piers.]

[lost_sailor]

[Piers glanced down at the young man with a smile, his relief obvious in his eyes. While they barely knew eachother, a familiar face and a fellow Adept was more than enough for him to take comfort in.]

The sailing itself has been alright. Although, the weather...

[Between a torrential storm that threw them into the currentless, windless seas of the south, the trip wasn't the most pleasant.]

[sparkplasma]

... Less than fantastic, it sounds like. [Welp, it can't always be sunny in Philadelphia wherever that is.] In any event, I'm glad you all got here safely. Is Sheba around? [As he kinda glances about for her.]

[lost_sailor]

She is.

[And he was glad for it. She understood things that he didn't in some ways, but in others...]

She's been keeping herself busy by learning how to help with the ship. [A small laugh.] It's hard thinking like someone who isn't an Adept. In some ways we're probably spoiled.

[sparkplasma]

Haha... Yeah, I suppose that's true, isn't it? Then I'll have to keep busy the same way.

[He has to think back pretty far to remember a ship more like this one - all the way back on the Karagol Sea, wasn't it? And that hadn't even been an ocean voyage. And he would have been one of the wussy rowers. But that does remind him of another question.]

Oh - by the way, I was wondering... How long have you had the ship?

[lost_sailor]

A little over a month now.

[Not that it would have been hard to tell. The sails were still untorn, despite the storm, and the finish was still smooth. It would be some time before she was properly worn in.

At least he didn't need to fend off any jellies.]