Thread: Here Be Dragons [ Forsaken Dreamer and Terucin ]

The man laughed coarsely, shaking his head slightly. He stepped closer to her, relishing the entire situation. No, nothin' like that is gonna happen, you see, he replied, shifting his grip on his knife. He knew this was the source of his power right then, what would have her listening to him, to keep her going until she was begging him to continue. It wouldn't be long now. I'm not that stupid. If I put this down, you might get it in yer head to try somethin' funny. No, he leaned in close to her, his warm breath running across her skin. I do think I'll be keeping a hold of this for now. He took a step back and gestured at her with the point of his knife. Do feel free to continue, however. Things don't have to be bad between us. I can promise you that you'll like this if you keep listening to me. It will be better for both of us. He leered at her, his gaze running over her slim figure, his imagination running wild with what he would soon be seeing. Finally something worthwhile while aboard this accursed trip of theirs. Or if you prefer, I can help you out of that. We can take it nice and slow, just one piece at a time. The man was so engrossed in watching the girl and letting his imagination run wild as his arousal grew, that he didn't hear the door open behind him. Sverdar frowned slightly as he made his way towards the door to his cabin. The first thing he noticed was that there was no crewmember here to wait for his return or to report back should the girl wake up. Second, the light pouring in from under his door was partially blocked. He threw his shirt over one shoulder, having removed it earlier once it had become obsolete, and quietly opened his door. He took the scene in and glanced directly at the girl. He put a finger to his lips, hoping she was smart enough to stay silent. He stepped into the room and drew a pistol from his hip, aiming it directly at the back of the man's head. He threw a small wink at the girl to reassure her, trying to convey that he wasn't going to kill the man. He didn't need her to start freaking out that someone was about to be shot or to show any emotion or reaction just then. Excellent idea, Scuttlebutt, Sverdar stated, having heard the man's last words. His tone was dry and light, but there was a dark undercurrent there if one knew what to listen for. Sverdar wasn't as happy or amused with the situation as he appeared. I suggest we start with your ear, then. The man froze, knowing the voice that spoke. While it was quiet and calm, it also had a way of cutting through any amount of noise, and resonated through the room. Tinged with a slight accent, there was no mistaking it the captain had returned. The man dropped his knife and turned, freezing when he noticed that there was a pistol only a few inches from his face. He started to speak but closed his mouth with an audible click of his teeth when he saw and heard Sverdar cock the pistol. Sverdar looked directly at the woman, over the man's head. Now, you see, I am terribly upset, my dear Scuttlebutt. You have made me fall into a distinctly cliche situation, one of which I have no wish to be in just now. Sverdar didn't break his gaze from the girl for a moment before looking down at the man. Noting the man's look of confusion, he heaved a sigh. Allow me to explain your name is Scuttlebutt. I am the captain of this ship. The cliche is there is a damsel in distress who was just saved by a shirtless savior. His eyes narrowed slightly and pressed the gun directly against the man's forehead, before returning his gaze to the girl. She was a few years younger than him, he could see that instantly. He wasn't sure how old she was exactly, but he wouldn't put her at more than five years younger than him, at the very most, but probably not quite that much. It did annoy him that he was a savior just then, returning in the nick of time to save the girl, and without a shirt on. He didn't pretend to imagine himself as a horrible dread pirate or anything, but he also knew himself to be no knight in shining armor. Granted just then he was mainly just wearing his pants and a shirt slung over one shoulder, but the point was still there. He absently wiped water from his face that dripped down from his still-soaking hair. Might you have a suggestion of what is to be done with our dear friend here, miss? Sev asked, the dark undertone lightening partially when he spoke to her. You certainly look creative enough to come up with some idea, I'm sure.