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The air was warm, and the weather was annoyingly warmer. The world was more annoying when days like these happened. There was no malice in his gait as that hooked bow on his back with the cylinder of arrows bounced lightly with each step. It was slightly out of place on a man wandering the ports, indicating perhaps he was something else besides a sailor or pirate. But the man was more than that bow and arrow. He was too much of a man to some. So honest he got removed from the payroll for it; for being truthful, and in this world, the hardest thing to be was honest. He'd never let go of that trait for anyone or anything and that was why he was here.
He was back to zero.
But there was a silver lining to his predicament; a single Captain whom he had worked with over the last few years. From his perspective, one with minimal standards personally, but high expectations professionally. It was worth a shot. If he was turned away, he would go home with the same amount of money he carried in his pockets now. It couldn't hurt to seek out this female woman. The man wore a bone-colored poet's shirt with a faded navy blue doublet, black boots with blue faded leather heraldic designs, and his auburn hair neatly combed back into a ponytail, showed that he was once a person of note and took care of his appearance. The point is that he wasn't any longer, but what he was indeed was broke. Those very boots carried him down the docks and rows of ships in search of one called the Starstruck Siren.
All he carried was a duffel bag of old enriched leather that was bulky, all his possessions stuffed inside. With a glance to the paper in his hand and a look at the ship before him, he had arrived at the ship. When he had found himself out of a job, Sully had turned to a friend that knew most people in the ports; a friend with more resources than Sully thought possible. When he had mentioned this particular Captain, it had seemed a good idea.
With that in mind, he walked up the plank and came to acknowledge the nearest crewmember with a bandage wrapped palm by the shoulder. "'oy mate. Where's Silver?" Sully recognized a few of the men from glances and a few lighthearted introductions in the past, as his green eyes sought the woman that he wished to find.
Patrick shifted from foot to foot, a nervous habit he could not seem to throw. His eyes darted toward the docks, just as he heard the voice looking for the Captain. Apparently, she heard it too from the swearing that reached Patrick's ears. He turned pink at the mention of someone's mother and rather uncouth suggestions, her boots stomping up the plank and onto the deck.
"Mr. Fallon." Silver began, sticking to protocol since he was a wanted man. For what, she did not know, nor would she believe anything that would come from Brede O'Leary. "Can I help you?" Her tone, while polite, was complete business, though her expression showed a hint of concern.
"There she is!" He raised his voice to her approach and turned toward her with a grin. "Well aren't you the sight for me sore eyes!" But the stiffened formality caused that grin to waver a brief moment. "Afternoon Captain." He also was in a bit of a rush for the reason Silver was so very proper at the moment. "I'm looking for work." He opted for as little information as possible, but grinned that guilty grin that was so trademarked in that handsome man's face.
"Work?" She questioned, watching him closely.
The air was warm, and the weather was annoyingly warmer. The world was more annoying when days like these happened. There was no malice in his gait as that hooked bow on his back with the cylinder of arrows bounced lightly with each step. It was slightly out of place on a man wandering the ports, indicating perhaps he was something else besides a sailor or pirate. But the man was more than that bow and arrow. He was too much of a man to some. So honest he got removed from the payroll for it; for being truthful, and in this world, the hardest thing to be was honest. He'd never let go of that trait for anyone or anything and that was why he was here.
He was back to zero.
But there was a silver lining to his predicament; a single Captain whom he had worked with over the last few years. From his perspective, one with minimal standards personally, but high expectations professionally. It was worth a shot. If he was turned away, he would go home with the same amount of money he carried in his pockets now. It couldn't hurt to seek out this female woman. The man wore a bone-colored poet's shirt with a faded navy blue doublet, black boots with blue faded leather heraldic designs, and his auburn hair neatly combed back into a ponytail, showed that he was once a person of note and took care of his appearance. The point is that he wasn't any longer, but what he was indeed was broke. Those very boots carried him down the docks and rows of ships in search of one called the Starstruck Siren.
All he carried was a duffel bag of old enriched leather that was bulky, all his possessions stuffed inside. With a glance to the paper in his hand and a look at the ship before him, he had arrived at the ship. When he had found himself out of a job, Sully had turned to a friend that knew most people in the ports; a friend with more resources than Sully thought possible. When he had mentioned this particular Captain, it had seemed a good idea.
With that in mind, he walked up the plank and came to acknowledge the nearest crewmember with a bandage wrapped palm by the shoulder. "'oy mate. Where's Silver?" Sully recognized a few of the men from glances and a few lighthearted introductions in the past, as his green eyes sought the woman that he wished to find.
Patrick shifted from foot to foot, a nervous habit he could not seem to throw. His eyes darted toward the docks, just as he heard the voice looking for the Captain. Apparently, she heard it too from the swearing that reached Patrick's ears. He turned pink at the mention of someone's mother and rather uncouth suggestions, her boots stomping up the plank and onto the deck.
"Mr. Fallon." Silver began, sticking to protocol since he was a wanted man. For what, she did not know, nor would she believe anything that would come from Brede O'Leary. "Can I help you?" Her tone, while polite, was complete business, though her expression showed a hint of concern.
"There she is!" He raised his voice to her approach and turned toward her with a grin. "Well aren't you the sight for me sore eyes!" But the stiffened formality caused that grin to waver a brief moment. "Afternoon Captain." He also was in a bit of a rush for the reason Silver was so very proper at the moment. "I'm looking for work." He opted for as little information as possible, but grinned that guilty grin that was so trademarked in that handsome man's face.
"Work?" She questioned, watching him closely.