Trial of the Spades

[hiken]

Who: The Spades Crew + Anyone wandering by or onto their ship.
Where: Isla Empieza, The Sun
When: 12/15 - 12/21
What: Shenanigans! The Cold Curse, Sailing, Etc
Warnings: None so far. Possibly violence, given this crew.
Style: Prose/Action. Either or!
Status: OPEN

Threads below! Feel free to drop in your own, just remember to date them. More 'general' threads will come up after the crew sets sail.

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[om_nom_namur]

OOF!

[That definitely woke him up.]

THE HELL'S YER PROBLEM?

Oh.

It's you.

[Namur settles back into the hammock, completely unflummoxed that he may have just woken up the entire crew.]

[hiken]

Ehhh. You're warm. [Ace muttered dreamily, his limbs spread out in all directions. Fortunately, Namur was thicker skinned than most and having his weight on top wouldn't suffocate him(much).

The initial landing didn't help, though.]

I got kicked outta everywhere...

[om_nom_namur]

No shit? Wonder why...

[It was really just the force of the initial drop that knocked the wind out of Namur. Sometimes being twice as big as everyone else had advantages.]

[hiken]

'Cause they're all touchy... [Ace whined despite the fact that he knew it was unnerving for most people to have someone jump into bed with them.

The one place they felt the most vulnerable, anyway. Not many people slept together in crowds like the Whitebeard pirates did.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur kicks a leg that's hanging out of the hammock, setting them to swinging. He's settled back with his hands behind his head, but he spares one to lay across Ace's back as he chuckles quietly, something Ace will feel more than hear.]

They'll learn, eh? 'S weird as hell findin' yerself here, an' findin' out y' gotta be a pirate on top's prob'ly kinda crazy if y' weren't one already.

[He yawns and stretches.]

We'll get 'em up t' snuff though.