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"Go away, Faustus."
The man snorted. "This is rather hilarious."
"Either help me or go away."
"You spent half your life running away from these types and now someone decided to put you in charge?" He snorted again, his arms crossing. "That's hilarious. Or ironic. Or ironicially hilarious."
"OH MY GOD FAUSTUS!" She yelled, slamming her hands down on the wooden table that she was dragging out of a tavern. Her eyes were narrowed and focused on the man who stood by, just watching her (and some skinny lad that must've been the innkeeper's son) drag a heavy wooden table out of the tavern and into the street.
"Okay. Okay." He held up his hands, palms out in surrender. "But you have to admit.." Faustus caught the look she gave him as she once more hefted the table up and began the slow backwards walk. Tired of watching her do 90% of the lifting, Faustus walked over and took the other end, shooing the young boy away. Together, they placed the table on the dirt path just behind the wooden docks.
"Anything else?" She asked him before ducking back inside the Inn. Moments later she returned with an armfull of folders, papers, inkwells, and all the necessary materials. She had release forms, contracts, and health documents, which she laid out neatly on the table before placing the inkwells and quills in one corner. Faustus had to give it to her, she had everything neatly arranged; He figured she was hoping to move people along rather quickly. This, to him, was dreadfully boring, and he knew that she was going to be going out of her mind sitting here all day.
That was, until the boy from the Inn scampered out, placing a fresh mug of cool ale on the table next to her. He quickly ran back in.
"Wow. Nice service."
"What do you want?"
"I'd sign up but I don't think I'm exactly navy material. Want some company?"
"You're wanted on way too many accounts of ...well everything..to even pass the first stage, Faustus." Silver cracked a grin before settling in, her hand reaching for the ale. "No. I sent word to the others helping me that they could stop in to help recruit. Maybe someone will."
"Good luck, Cap'ain." He chuckled, winking at the woman and turning to head back to the ports.
Silver, on the other hand, stayed where she was, underneath a banner hung from the Inn's front, that read "Naval Guard - Sign Ups". This was going to be a long day.
The man snorted. "This is rather hilarious."
"Either help me or go away."
"You spent half your life running away from these types and now someone decided to put you in charge?" He snorted again, his arms crossing. "That's hilarious. Or ironic. Or ironicially hilarious."
"OH MY GOD FAUSTUS!" She yelled, slamming her hands down on the wooden table that she was dragging out of a tavern. Her eyes were narrowed and focused on the man who stood by, just watching her (and some skinny lad that must've been the innkeeper's son) drag a heavy wooden table out of the tavern and into the street.
"Okay. Okay." He held up his hands, palms out in surrender. "But you have to admit.." Faustus caught the look she gave him as she once more hefted the table up and began the slow backwards walk. Tired of watching her do 90% of the lifting, Faustus walked over and took the other end, shooing the young boy away. Together, they placed the table on the dirt path just behind the wooden docks.
"Anything else?" She asked him before ducking back inside the Inn. Moments later she returned with an armfull of folders, papers, inkwells, and all the necessary materials. She had release forms, contracts, and health documents, which she laid out neatly on the table before placing the inkwells and quills in one corner. Faustus had to give it to her, she had everything neatly arranged; He figured she was hoping to move people along rather quickly. This, to him, was dreadfully boring, and he knew that she was going to be going out of her mind sitting here all day.
That was, until the boy from the Inn scampered out, placing a fresh mug of cool ale on the table next to her. He quickly ran back in.
"Wow. Nice service."
"What do you want?"
"I'd sign up but I don't think I'm exactly navy material. Want some company?"
"You're wanted on way too many accounts of ...well everything..to even pass the first stage, Faustus." Silver cracked a grin before settling in, her hand reaching for the ale. "No. I sent word to the others helping me that they could stop in to help recruit. Maybe someone will."
"Good luck, Cap'ain." He chuckled, winking at the woman and turning to head back to the ports.
Silver, on the other hand, stayed where she was, underneath a banner hung from the Inn's front, that read "Naval Guard - Sign Ups". This was going to be a long day.