The night was cloudless and the stars twinkled merrily against their blackly painted background like a reckless scattering of tiny diamonds on dark, jeweler's velvet. Without the cloud on a winter day, it was cold enough, but on a night like that was bitter with its touch.
Teeth clicked quietly against the stem of the simply carved pipe. Smoke lazily drifted up from its small, wooden bowl where tobacco seemed to be the only warmth for miles. The one who held it had a hand to match that pipe. His stature to look on him in all the bundling and layers of cloth, wool and leather made him seem like a child in clothes that that were a size too big of sturdy material but nothing he'd be too worried about getting a hole or stain to. Undershirt, tunic, and cloak layered the upper part of him while trousers and wool-wraps for his legs and feet. Beneath his coat, a striped sash belted his waist. He had a sheathed knife stuck into it with animals tooled into the leather of it. Beside it dangled a few pouches with various things in them, including more tobacco. Blond hair shifted with the movement of the wind.
Behind where he stood on the bow of the ship he could hear footsteps on the deck. Everyone else had abandoned any notion of being out there at that hour and the cold. The seas had been calm and bite of the wind too fierce when there was rum and lamp oil burning below.
"Dangerous to be out here, Anson." The voice that spoke it make it sound as if each of the words had been dragged over breakstone.
Anson knew the man's meaning and tapped one of his wool-bound feet against the wood of the deck of The Sea Sword; barely making a sound. "I'm used to it, Captain."
"Well, let me at least make a try at talking you into going below for a meal. Hot stew, sugarbread, and ale..." The red bearded man grinned and waited for Anson to answer.
Anson Oldfur was, at the least, two heads shorter in height than the captain of The Sea Sword so he had to tip his head back a bit when he looked up at the man. An eye squinted at him through the sweet pipe smoke. "I believe you've talked me into it, Captain." Anson eyed the older, Human male a full minute longer then turned with a hope down from the wooden built-in at the bow. "Was just starting to get hungry again, too!" Chuckling, he patted a hand against his non-existent belly as if he had bit of weight to him, though it wasn't there.
Teeth clicked quietly against the stem of the simply carved pipe. Smoke lazily drifted up from its small, wooden bowl where tobacco seemed to be the only warmth for miles. The one who held it had a hand to match that pipe. His stature to look on him in all the bundling and layers of cloth, wool and leather made him seem like a child in clothes that that were a size too big of sturdy material but nothing he'd be too worried about getting a hole or stain to. Undershirt, tunic, and cloak layered the upper part of him while trousers and wool-wraps for his legs and feet. Beneath his coat, a striped sash belted his waist. He had a sheathed knife stuck into it with animals tooled into the leather of it. Beside it dangled a few pouches with various things in them, including more tobacco. Blond hair shifted with the movement of the wind.
Behind where he stood on the bow of the ship he could hear footsteps on the deck. Everyone else had abandoned any notion of being out there at that hour and the cold. The seas had been calm and bite of the wind too fierce when there was rum and lamp oil burning below.
"Dangerous to be out here, Anson." The voice that spoke it make it sound as if each of the words had been dragged over breakstone.
Anson knew the man's meaning and tapped one of his wool-bound feet against the wood of the deck of The Sea Sword; barely making a sound. "I'm used to it, Captain."
"Well, let me at least make a try at talking you into going below for a meal. Hot stew, sugarbread, and ale..." The red bearded man grinned and waited for Anson to answer.
Anson Oldfur was, at the least, two heads shorter in height than the captain of The Sea Sword so he had to tip his head back a bit when he looked up at the man. An eye squinted at him through the sweet pipe smoke. "I believe you've talked me into it, Captain." Anson eyed the older, Human male a full minute longer then turned with a hope down from the wooden built-in at the bow. "Was just starting to get hungry again, too!" Chuckling, he patted a hand against his non-existent belly as if he had bit of weight to him, though it wasn't there.