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[Serious thought times.....]
It's hard to explain. Here! [Moves off of it and takes a step away.] You sit down and try it. Maybe then you will understand.
It's hard to explain. Here! [Moves off of it and takes a step away.] You sit down and try it. Maybe then you will understand.
[Nami nods.]
Sure, that sounds easy enough. [She looks at the baskets, noticing the contents they're both filled with. It seems like a pretty good haul.]
What do I do first?
Sure, that sounds easy enough. [She looks at the baskets, noticing the contents they're both filled with. It seems like a pretty good haul.]
What do I do first?
[ah but sweet princess, he can tell. His haki is strong enough to sense a poor heron in distress.
He takes a few breaths to calm himself and then reaches up to stroke her long white neck with the backs of his fingers]
Maybe you should fly ahead, aye? I'll keep up.
He takes a few breaths to calm himself and then reaches up to stroke her long white neck with the backs of his fingers]
Maybe you should fly ahead, aye? I'll keep up.
Do you want to?
[he knows you and he knows this island's grip on you. He also knows how crazy you get. And maybe it's part of a sadistic side to make you choose. Maybe he just wants to see if you'll fight or give over to the spring phoenix in you.and dirty ducks]
[he knows you and he knows this island's grip on you. He also knows how crazy you get. And maybe it's part of a sadistic side to make you choose. Maybe he just wants to see if you'll fight or give over to the spring phoenix in you.
And if I don't want to? I'd rather not get used to it. But I'm not the only one with issues here.
[She grins and nods.]
I'll be back in a few minutes then.
[And off she heads to the ship. She's still got some of that Regathan firewine...]
I'll be back in a few minutes then.
[And off she heads to the ship. She's still got some of that Regathan firewine...]
Ah, wait there a moment. [he'll disappear and come back with clean cloths and a sheet of paper as well as a few barrels tucked under one arm.] We'll start sorting onto the cloth to see what we have and then filling the barrels.
It's sticky sort of work so don't be afraid to eat a berry or two if you're hungry.
It's sticky sort of work so don't be afraid to eat a berry or two if you're hungry.
(It did hurt. The darkness within but.... No matter what, Thatch is still Thatch and this is nothing.
She closes her eyes and coos at the strokes.)
I am fine. I am already on my perch. (Here, have some more preening and gentle cooing.) It would be more fun to see it at the same time.
She closes her eyes and coos at the strokes.)
I am fine. I am already on my perch. (Here, have some more preening and gentle cooing.) It would be more fun to see it at the same time.
[he smiles faintly, he doesn't like it but it's how she displays her own strength. Strong gentle princess.]
Aye, have it your way then, sweet lady. [he'll start walking then, aimlessly, trying to let himself relax, but not too much]
And where shall we wend, to, o bright eyes and maiden fair?
Aye, have it your way then, sweet lady. [he'll start walking then, aimlessly, trying to let himself relax, but not too much]
And where shall we wend, to, o bright eyes and maiden fair?
[there is darkness curling at your feet, blanketing the strange light. Thatch is watching. Testing. Holding himself back but also wanting to see what Ace would do. If he would do anything. The forest seems to curl away from the emotion centered right under his heart]
[And she arrives a moment later, hopping down off the Sun and floating across to him on golden, flaming wings. An odd experiment, but one that'd come naturally enough to her with a little thought. In one hand is a basket, the other, a bottle.]
Right, wine, cheese, and other stuff. Hope that sounds good to you.
Right, wine, cheese, and other stuff. Hope that sounds good to you.
Beautiful. [in more ways than one. He was always a sucker for wings. Especially flaming ones. He catches her around the waist and holds her there for just a second longer than he should before setting her down.]
Catch the tiller, fireflower? Just til we're beyond the breakers.
Catch the tiller, fireflower? Just til we're beyond the breakers.
[His eyes widen for a second and then he just tackles Ace and clings.]
[YES YES TAKE HIM AWAY.]
[HE'S YOURS D:<]
[NO MORE STUPID FOREST.]
[YES YES TAKE HIM AWAY.]
[HE'S YOURS D:<]
[NO MORE STUPID FOREST.]
Nay. You can't either. [damnit. Don't be aggressive, Ikki. He can feel it and it boils in him. Stirs the darkness]
What are you doing so late at night? So far from your wandering home?
[it was a sailor's chanty. An old one. But the first thing that came to mind even though he spoke the words rather than sang them]
What are you doing so late at night? So far from your wandering home?
[it was a sailor's chanty. An old one. But the first thing that came to mind even though he spoke the words rather than sang them]
[The flames vanish as he pulls her in, and she gives him a cheeky little smile before nodding. She hadn't minded being close, it was thoughtful really.]
Sure, can do.
[She grabs hold and keeps the boat steady as they cast off. There may even be a bit of a hot summer breeze starting up to get them on their way better.]
Sure, can do.
[She grabs hold and keeps the boat steady as they cast off. There may even be a bit of a hot summer breeze starting up to get them on their way better.]
[he hadn't minded the closeness either, to be honest, and he sits close by her as he works the boom and they rush over the breakers before they eventually find and work into a nice current that sends them skipping into the deep blue, sun sparkling on the water.
The feeling of the island doesn't completely loose it's grip, but he feels better out here than back there and hums a bit as they ride in the spray]
Do you sing, mon trésor?
The feeling of the island doesn't completely loose it's grip, but he feels better out here than back there and hums a bit as they ride in the spray]
Do you sing, mon trésor?
[His eyes flicker, suddenly unsure of himself.]
[To face it alone....]
[Is he even strong enough?]
[He never thinks so.]
[Maybe it's not about strength.]
[Maybe Thatch just wants to be asked.]
[He glances back at the forest's deepness with a shudder.]
[He can feel too much of the pull, and he hates it.]
[But that it scares him... is something he must fight.]
[And to go away is to run away, not to fight it.]
[He trembles and glances up at the other man.]
Don't leave me.
[And grabs the neckerchief with his beak.]
[There are few things that truly scare Marco, and far fewer he will admit out loud with his pride, with his job of being the strong one everyone can rely on, but he's scared now.]
[He doesn't know what he wants. Whether he wants to go back, or deeper, to face it alone, or not, but he doesn't want to leave Thatch unless Thatch makes him.]
[To face it alone....]
[Is he even strong enough?]
[He never thinks so.]
[Maybe it's not about strength.]
[Maybe Thatch just wants to be asked.]
[He glances back at the forest's deepness with a shudder.]
[He can feel too much of the pull, and he hates it.]
[But that it scares him... is something he must fight.]
[And to go away is to run away, not to fight it.]
[He trembles and glances up at the other man.]
Don't leave me.
[And grabs the neckerchief with his beak.]
[There are few things that truly scare Marco, and far fewer he will admit out loud with his pride, with his job of being the strong one everyone can rely on, but he's scared now.]
[He doesn't know what he wants. Whether he wants to go back, or deeper, to face it alone, or not, but he doesn't want to leave Thatch unless Thatch makes him.]
[Once they're clear, Chandra starts to feel much more...herself...than earlier. And that's a good feeling, the oddly oppressive calm of the island leaving, and a lot of her usual energy returning.
The words she doesn't quite understand, but the meaning is clear. A term of affection. And a silly question.]
Sure, but I'm a little rusty. And never was very good at it.
The words she doesn't quite understand, but the meaning is clear. A term of affection. And a silly question.]
Sure, but I'm a little rusty. And never was very good at it.
[Marco's fear thrills through him but in a cold way, making his limbs feel weak. He whistles in a calming way and has Marco step up on a branch before he takes off his neckerchief and makes a hood, placing it gently over Marco's head. Then he guides the phoenix onto his shoulder and begins his way out of the forest toward the sound of crashing waves]
Pretty birdy, don't you cry
Papa will be home in the morning.
Pretty birdy, don't you sigh
Soon we'll go to join him
Autumn rains and winter sun
Spring and summer winds
Will bring us all hand in hand
An join us close again.
[he tries to sing jauntily, and then he just tries to sing, his voice coming out thin and dry. But at least it's there]
Pretty birdy, don't you cry
Papa will be home in the morning.
Pretty birdy, don't you sigh
Soon we'll go to join him
Autumn rains and winter sun
Spring and summer winds
Will bring us all hand in hand
An join us close again.
[he tries to sing jauntily, and then he just tries to sing, his voice coming out thin and dry. But at least it's there]
So sing me a song. Any kind, but preferably your favorite. After all, it's pirate tradition.
[he lets some rope slip through his fingers to catch a merry burst of wind and send them even further from shore. Though he keeps a steady eye on clouds and shore both, just in case]
[he lets some rope slip through his fingers to catch a merry burst of wind and send them even further from shore. Though he keeps a steady eye on clouds and shore both, just in case]
A song, hmm?
[Chandra paused, thinking of the few tunes she knew. Music wasn't something she really had a lot of time for, jumping from place to place, but there were always a few songs that stuck out in taverns and the like when she did stay for more than a day or so. After a silent moment, she starts singing in a husky voice.]
As I walked out one fine spring day,
I met young Jac who was pitching hay,
his hair so fair, and his eyes were too.
Well I gave him a kiss, oh what could I do?
We snuggled and we tickled while the sun rose high.
And I won't say how often he made me sigh.
Now Jac gets an hour when the sky is clear.
And Willi gets an hour when my fathers not near.
It's the hayloft with Mori for he shows no fear.
And Keilin comes at midday, he's oh so bold!
Brelan gets an evening when the night is cold.
Master Andril gets a morning, but he's very old.
Oh what, oh what is a poor girl to do?
My loves are so many and the hours so few...
[Chandra paused, thinking of the few tunes she knew. Music wasn't something she really had a lot of time for, jumping from place to place, but there were always a few songs that stuck out in taverns and the like when she did stay for more than a day or so. After a silent moment, she starts singing in a husky voice.]
As I walked out one fine spring day,
I met young Jac who was pitching hay,
his hair so fair, and his eyes were too.
Well I gave him a kiss, oh what could I do?
We snuggled and we tickled while the sun rose high.
And I won't say how often he made me sigh.
Now Jac gets an hour when the sky is clear.
And Willi gets an hour when my fathers not near.
It's the hayloft with Mori for he shows no fear.
And Keilin comes at midday, he's oh so bold!
Brelan gets an evening when the night is cold.
Master Andril gets a morning, but he's very old.
Oh what, oh what is a poor girl to do?
My loves are so many and the hours so few...
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