Thread: A Ship's Cat [Cheeder Cheesie and Seraph)

The sun was shinning and the birds were singing. Well the seaguls that had decided to catch a breath and perch on his ship were chirping. Riley groaned as the waves splashed against the side of the ship making it rock more than usual. Making him roll out of bed unwillingly and flop against the floor. He groaned and rubbed his forehead. They had been out at sea for a bout a week now and Riley was due for a shave. They would be arriving at an island in a few hours. He guessed because the sun was just starting to shine through a small window in his captains quarters. He finally pulled himself and stretched his gangly muscular arms up over his head. Quickly he pulled his arms back down when a sinister stench wofted into his nose. The smell of body oder, stale bear and feet. The night before the crew decided to have a bit to drink. And Riley wanted to join in. So much for that. His face twisted into an expression of discust as he pulled off the long sleeve loose cottom button up shirt he was wearing. He tossed it aside and made his way over to the personal bathroom he had made especially for his room. He filled the glass bowl with the cool crisp water and grabbed for a wash cloth to sponge off his body. Making sure his manly fragrant was atleast tolerable till he could get an actual shower in town. He splashed some water on his face and dabbed it away. He examined his face in the mirror and decided he was due for a shave. Though he looked to young to be sprouting facial hair. Riley was about 22 or 23 but he look like he was 19. Which caused most people to underestimate how capable the ship born pirates son was. He lived at sea all of his life with his granfather and father. His father died when he was seven and his grandfather was left to raise the bright green eyed, fire engine red head boy alone. Once his grandfather passed Riley was left to man the ship and the crew. He had only been captain for a year or so now. He had special help form his grandfathers right hand man. After about 20 minutes of grooming. Riley was presentable and his shaggy red hair was presentable. He changed out of his alcohol stained pants and pulled on a black button up shirt that he buttoned up to only about mid chest. He slipped into a pair of tight lether pants and a pair of boots. As he trotted out of his captains quarters, he smelled of brown sugar and old spice. As he opened the door to his room. It led to another room. A small room that was equipped with a desk and large chair for him to sit in. This was were he would spend most of his time if he wasnt out on deck. He relaxed in his comfy chair till they docked at the island. Two hours later.... Oi captain! Get yer tart butt out 'er Riley waas startled as he had dozed off to sleep again. He jumped up from his seat and sauntered out onto deck. His crew had just docked and were either jumping off the deck into the water or walking down a long ply of wood that went from the side of the ship to the dock. Riley rubbed his eyes and with a soft yawn made his way across the deck to a large bold man holding two crates. On in each arm.This is what you deliver.... The brutish man grunted as he handed over the large crates. Now Riley wasnt built of all muscle but he wasnt thin. He was rather lean like a swimmer or soccer player. Each crate weighed about fifty pounds. He yelped and dropped the crates down.Er.....I can make this in two trips.....Dont wanna hurt myself. He tried to make up and excuse as he hurried off the ship with one crate. He didnt know exactly who he was supposed to give it to. Infact he had never been to this island and experienced the people here.