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WC - 788



To keep with the spirit of things a few of the crew mates wanted to get the captain with a bit of a prank. Gael had refused to get in on it at first, worried they might take it too far but the more he learned of their plan the more fun it seemed. Even as old as he was he couldn’t help but have a playful side. So he played along. Gael got the few things they asked for if it was within his power to get and he didn’t rat them out to the boss. The trick alone was harmless and more likely to cause the captain to grouch about with dark humor afterward. It would definitely have the old man laughing before the day was over though.

“Here he comes.” One of the crew mates said.

A hush fell over the whole of the ship as they seemed to wait with their breaths held. Gael remained where he was on deck and simply glanced toward the captain’s quarters. A second ticked by and then another, all with nothing to show for it. And then suddenly..

“Ah! Damn it!” A loud yell came from the captain’s room. Soon after the door flew open and he tossed out what looked like a poorly put together ghoul doll. “Damn you brats! You tryin’a kill me b’fore we set out!?” He pointed at those of the crew he could see.

The crew started to chuckle.

“Got ya Captain.”

“Come on, admit it. Tha’s a good ghoul.”

The captain glared for a moment before his features softened a little and eventually he laughed. “Yeah, yous got me. I screamed like me mam! You right brats.” A shake of his head showed he thought it all in good fun.

Gael chuckled a bit as he looked over at the man he’d been serving for some years now. He was older and had the wrinkles to show for it but he looked solid enough even from far away. There was no way the man would kill over from a small fright.

“Don’t go lieing to the boys now captain. You won’t die from a little scare.” Gael chimed in.

That got the captain to look at him through narrowed eyes. “Oh, and you was in on it huh? You brat boy. After all I done for ya?” He shook his head and made a few clucking sounds.

Gael threw his head back and let out a belly laugh as he was scolded from the captain. It was funny to see the man put on such dramatics over the trick. If only because he knew it was making his crew laugh and have a good time. Good vibes like that were best before setting off.

“Ah don’t blame Gael, Captain, we forced ‘im to go along with it.” One of the other men in the crew said.

“Oh? Ya twisted ‘is arm did ya? Musta been real hard and tha’ makes him unsea worthy. Get off the ship Gael.” He thrust a thumb toward the docks but had a large grin on his face.

“What? No! He can still work!”

“Oho! Then it wasn’t that hard to get ‘im in on it!” The captain turned on the man that spoke but he was laughing.

Gael just shook his head. The man certain knew how to make the men panic when he wanted to. Of course he’d known the captain wasn’t really kicking him off the ship. He’d seen it in the man’s expression. Still he turned so that he was leaning against the rail. “Well its been a while since I’ve caused you any trouble captain, thought you might miss it.”

“Hell no. When you gave me trouble back in the day it was enough to turn my hair grey! What do you think happened to my gorgeous locks?”

“Old age?”

“You watch it boy, I can still lay you flat on your backside.” He pointed a finger at Gael then.

To show he was mockingly afraid he lifted his hands to either side. “I dunno, Captain, you been walking around with a limp lately.”

“With a... “ The man looked down at his feet. Or rather one foot and a peg. He looked back up at Gael with a sarcastic expression. “Did ya fail to notice I’m missin one leg? That would cause a limp you daft boy.” He shook his head then pointed to the doorway that lead below deck. “Go make yourselves useful!”

Gael laughed and waved at the old man before he pushed off the rail and headed down to do as he was told. There was still some cargo that needed straightened up before they could do anything else.