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.

Comments

[hiken]

We've got a freshly sharpened set in the supply room. Given the last haul, I spent plenty of time with 'em, so I knew they had to be prepped for later.

[Though, even Ace knew Namur would probably want to sharpen them again.

It was best to do that right before working with them, anyway.]

[om_nom_namur]

[Namur doesn't bother cleaning fish. He just eats them straight out of the sea, alive and wiggling. Whatever he brings back to the ship is for everyone else. Namur only eats with the crew to be social, and even then it's less eating and more drinking.]

Cool.

[He plops his arm over Ace's shoulders again.]

Sounds like yer pretty well set up then. Still feelin' stressed?

[hiken]

Ugh, yeah. Not for this, though.

[He paused, looking a little bit uneasy.]

All my ideas for tattoos are bad, I think. Or, they're too elaborate.

...Or, I'm just bad at drawing.

[om_nom_namur]

Well shit, I'll draw it out for y'!

[He claps Ace on the back.] C'mon, let's go get some markers an' see what badass shit we bust out.