Thread: Here Be Dragons [ Forsaken Dreamer and Terucin ]

Sverdar looked at the girl for a few moments, before turning to Scuttlebutt. Mmm, pity Scuttlebutt. It would appear that you charms did not woo the lady of your affections, once again his tone darkened. This does mean that I no longer have an obligation to pity you. As he spoke, he stepped forward, forcing the smaller man to step back. Soon Scuttlebutt was pressed against the wall, not unlike Tessa a few moments ago, with Sverdar's pistol still pressing against his forehead. You entered by cabin without permission, endangered the well-being of my crew and, worst of all, nearly cost us the only chance we had at making any money from all this! With a swift motion, Sverdar withdrew his pistol from the man's forehead and fired a single shot at the man. Scuttlebutt collapsed, clutching the side of his head, where his remaining ear had been seconds before now there were only strips of bloody flesh. And I've wasted a shot on you. Leave, before I decide to take the cost of fixing all this out of your hide. Between curses of pain, Scuttlebutt scurried out of the cabin, slamming the door behind him. Sverdar watched with a raised eyebrow, before turning to face the girl. Captain Sverdar Al'Verth at your service, he said, his tone empty of the dark undercurrents from before. You are aboard my personal vessel, the Highwind, with this, Sverdar shrugged slightly, wincing as he remembered his shoulder. You were found in the water, and brought here so that if you were worth anything, you could be ransomed back, As he spoke, Sverdar made his way over and around his desk, from which he pulled out a bottle with a dark liquid, and a small glass cup. He uncorked the bottle, pouring the liquid before refitting the cork into the bottle and stowing it away in his desk. He took a small drink before returning to his earlier line of conversation with Tessa. If you are found to be of little to no worth or mention, then you will be sold instead to whichever institute or organization is willing to pay the most for you, he paused to eye her for a moment, but with a distinctively different look than the man before him. It was one of appraising and judgment, not one for seeing how nice she looked. I cannot have you staying on my ship. I am no angel sent here to protect you, and there are plenty others who will try for you again. Unless you can actually handle yourself, with this he gave her a dry look as if to say that he figured she was no hand-to-hand expert. Then you are a liability and a cost. If you can prove to me that you are meaner and harder than the men on my ship and can hold your own, I might let you stay. Sverdar drained the last of the liquid before setting the glass down and throwing his shirt onto his bed. He made his way across the room towards the cabinets against the opposite wall, which took him directly past Tessa. His was still bleeding from his shoulder, and had decided to ignore it. It had been stupid to do such, but he needed Scuttlebutt to leave so he didn't show any weakness, and after that he needed the drink for the pain. He had been punctured through his shoulder, so he had to stem the bleeding fast. I'm sorry if I sound rough, but I am a pirate. It's in tales all the time that we aren't supposed to be nice people. He crouched down and opened a door to pull out bandages and some cleaning solution. He didn't have a clue in the world of how to stitch close a wound, so he would have to settle on changing his bandages. Often. Though, I can afford you some proper manners. It's only fitting that I'm not an entire asshole to my first guest, Sverdar stood up, looking down slightly at the woman, surprised to see she wasn't tremendously shorter than he was. I am pleased to meet you. Might I know your name? he asked politely, before sinking down to sit, having to lean up against the wooden cabinets behind him for support. He hated cleaning his wounds, as he didn't like how the pain stung longer than it should for everything. Sword cut? Hurt for a while, then only hurt if you touched the wound or moved wrong. Made sense. Get punched in the nose? The pain would fade soon enough, and maybe be tender for a short while later. Clean a wound? Shit would sting when you touched it and for a while afterward, each time it was touched. Made no sense. So fun note here I made Scuttlebutt up as a joke of a name and did not originally intend for that to be the poor sod's name. However, it seems to have stuck, and now he is known as Scuttlebutt. I love this already