#Wydlin Gyreeye

[bad-rper]

we walkin’ here

"Land ho!"

"Whaddya jus' call me?"

A quick exchange, punctuated by an oversized goblin being shaken from the crow's nest, plummeting onto the schooner’s deck below. The sound of wood and bones cracking didn't bother the horizon-watching bard. He was too enraptured in the sounds of the waves slapping up against the hull, the clear waters reflecting vivid skies, and the gradually growing image of the docks in the distance. The excitement had even drug him out of his near-manic compulsion to scrawl in his sketch journal.

"You sure you wanna jump off there?" the boorish voice was now upon him, sticking a cigar over his shoulder to wiggle it at the landmass on the crest of view, "Ain't lookin' like much, 'sall I'm sayin'."

"Aye, that's exactly it!" the spritely bard spoke up, "Was by the drift that we got here, dude!" He clasped the sketchbook in his hands, slamming two pages together riddled with one phrase: 'MIRROR OF THE WORLD'. "If I'm going to catch up to her, I can't be on any set path or destination, get it?" He emphasized by tapping his temple.

The piratess scoffed and clicked her tongue over the stogie's end. "Yeah, well, do whateva as long as you don't forget our deal, got it? Write it down in that li'l book o' yours somewheres." She gave him an admonishing glance, "Still can't believe you don't remember sinkin' THREE of the SEA WOLF's ships wiff one barrel o' treacle. Let alone..." Her fangs bared with an inwards seethe, pounding a fist loudly against her chest, "Breaggin' my fuggin' heart 'ere, Bluebird."

With a grin, U gave a casual little wave with said sketchbook. "Ah, c'mon! Do I look duPLIcitiOUS? I'm a little guy! Just a friendly birthd--" Suddenly, the book slipped from his fingers, cartwheeling towards the deck before Wydlin's hand snatched it from the air.

The tiniest sensation of cold formulated in his frontal lobe, as if a snowflake dropped upon his forehead. Shortly following blotches of darkness ebbed and flowed into his vision, a thin cloud before his eyes. Yet, just as sudden as it crept in, thus it slipped out. No prising of his limbs or autonomy, no ominous or maddening whispers, no pain or agony--if anything, what was left behind was a comforting warmth. Nostalgic, even.

"Yo! Rest of that bozo brain o' yours eat it there, Bluebird?" she barked into his face, painfully nudging him in the ribs with the corner of the book. "I'm talkin' to you 'ere!" Continuing to get in his face, she waved her fat hand before his vision, "Shit, this ain't good..."

Golden eyes fluttered back into the cool, salty breeze of reality. "Hoy? Wha--? Nah... Nay... It's all still in there." After collecting his senses again, he snatched the book back and gave another wiggle at her with it. "ACTually," he grinned shooting a wink at her as he bounced back onto the gunwale with a grip around the shrouds, "Could not tell you why, but I think things are looking up!"

Puffing out into the breeze, the smoke cloud hit her face, revealing her expression ill convinced. "Yeah, whateva ya say." Cigar tight between her teeth, she muttered between her fangs while she walked back to the bow, "Ain't much lookin' up wiff who you's after."

"That mook still goin' after one'o'dem sistas, bosscaptainlady?" asked the goblin who had just finished peeling himself off the boards, rubbing the side of his head, "Think it could be...?"

"Nah, that'd be stupit!" the crass corsair flagrantly rebuked, giving the man a swift kick back to the ground. "Y'know what the boss said! And that'd be too fuggin' convenient--an' nuttin's too fuggin' convenient!" She flicked her cigar behind her as she walked away, landing it just barely between the fallen man's legs as she scoffed, "Fuggedaboudit! Now git back to cleanin' my pool."

On the ground, the goblin bellowed out a guttural sigh, "Yeeeeas bosscaptainlady..."