#super weird how all the crew have this amorphous half formed personality in my mind

[sybilius]

What’s the matter? Haven’t you ever seen a gun before?

From Karro’s perspective, hangouts in the crow’s nest looking for whales :) 

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It’s as grey a sea as I’ve ever seen it. More, even. Down by the Southern islands, even when it clouds over, the sea still has that clear-shimmer toss to it, though it loses a lot of its blue. Here, the weather might as well have sucked the color right out of the skyline. That’s the comfort of it, bleak as it sounds. Nothing like the south. 

Still. The grey doesn’t make spotting whales any easier. Roman shifts beside me, rocking back and forth on his feet. He’s been quiet since we got up here together, which suits me, I guess. I’m used to crew that doesn’t have anything to say to me. 

That’s like the south. 

“So, hey, um,” Roman’s halting question makes me jump a little. He scratches the back of his head sheepishly. 

“...yeah?” I reply, trying to draw attention away from my flinch. Does that matter, here? Showing weakness won’t hurt me on a whaling ship, will it?

“Might sound like a silly question, but can I see your gun? Ain’t never seen a pirate’s weapon before,” he eyes the side of my coat, where the weapon still rests. 

“...you haven’t ever seen a gun before? It’s not much. Just a pistol,” I pull it from its holster, “Sen’s is prettier. This just -- it does the job.”

Sen probably wouldn’t like that I pass it to him, just like that. I’m not sure I like it. Down South, that kind of move would have killed me. Which is why, I guess, it always tempted me a bit.

Here? I study the horizon, holding trust, fear, and that old ache close to the chest. 

“Just a pistol, yeah. Well, thanks anyways.”

He hands it back with the grip towards me.