Spade Pirates - Isle of the Heartless

[hiken]

Who: The Spade Pirates
Where: The Sea (Heading Southwest), Heartless Island, Stone Nest
When: From 10/16/13 - 10/31/13
What: Sailin'! We'll be all over the place and the log details may change given time.
Warnings: None so far. Can be updated if it gets violent, etc.
Style: Action / Prose is fine.
Status: OPEN to crew, CLOSED to people teleporting in unless there's permission!

[This will be a general catch-all post for mingling! I'll just toss in weather for the next 2 weeks.]

10/16 - 10/20 [AT SEA, SAILING SOUTHWEST] - We'll mingle at our leisure! Ace's Devil Fruit power will push the weather at bay a little and it'll be mostly sunny skies. Also, they may encounter a ghost ship... OK, they will.

10/21 - 10/22 [ARRIVAL TO HEARTLESS ISLAND, LEAVING ON THE 22ND] - You guys can't blame Ace for a hasty escape this time!

10/23 - 10/25 [AT SEA, SAILING ?????] - The crew will be dealing with a sudden squall pending the arrival of a hurricane from the other side of the Heartless Island. As the crew may have to put everything into avoiding the hurricane, their course will be a bit... off.

10/26 - 10/27 [STONE NEST / KRAKEN NEST] - 'Nuff said. They'll leave once it becomes apparent they have nothing else to gain from being there. The weather, upon leaving, will likely be sunny because of Ace.

10/28 - 10/31 [FREE SAILING, MAYBE ISLAND #3'S INITIAL JOURNEY] - Barf. Ghost ships Round 2!

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[thatched]

[Thatch watches him train, the claws are pretty impressive he has to say and it's obvious the man knows how to use them. He'd go up for a spar only he's not really in the mood for that kind of thing and he makes it a point not to spar against new nakama, or nakama in general unless it's his own division or Vista being particularly annoying. In any case, he's leaning against the railing, hands in his pockets and watching]

So what is it you do back home?

[donthithimintheballs]

[Training was something he was doing daily. If he wasn't working, keeping to himself and helping keep the ship afloat, he was training. The fact that his healing was slower then normal was bothering him, so clearly that meant pushing himself.]

[At the moment he was in a more meditative state with his training, mindlessly (or seeming so) going through the motions, claws out, practicing some learned moves that not only kept him in shape but focused. A discipline that made him relax.]

[He was far from relaxed.]

[When he heard the question, he didn't say anything for a moment, going through three or four more steps, holding the last pose, then letting the claws slowly, slowly sink back into his knuckles. He lowered his arms and glanced back, seeing the tall haired 'temp-cook' standing there. He'd known he was there by the smell, but he made no mind of him.]

Lots of things. Depends on when you're asking about. [when, not what. He shrugged though, running a small cloth he had from a pocket over the back of his neck and his face.] Jack of all trades, I guess.

[thatched]

[when. Interesting term. It could mean a lot of things but he had the feeling this guy was more complicated then he seemed on the outset. Most people were, in Thatch's experience. It wasn't his place to ask about the 'when', though, oddly, even not knowing much about this guy--he trusted him and his competence more than the soft pale rookies that they were currently surrounded by.

The guy was a little tense, but controlled for the most part, which Thatch appreciated, and there was something about him that he couldn't quite figure out, but perhaps he would in time. In either case, he nodded to the man's words]

Aren't we all at some point. Care to come have a drink with me?