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Ama was curled up under a hand woven blanket. He was on shore leave from practice on Kechiri's ship. They were all given regular breaks in order to keep moral shining bright. It was effective too. She was a wise and fair leader underneath a whole bunch of crazy. But that was a front to keep people away. Those she trusted were allowed a glimpse at the woman behind the mask. And that one was strikingly intelligent if a bit daring. Slowly she was inspiring him into figureing out what he wanted to do with his life. He had thought thief but some things had happened along the old road that made him think he may have a proclivity for something different, something more direct and in a way more powerful. Someone with skills like that need not hide but harness. The only issue was confirmation, thus he found himself at rather a different door than he originally thought.
He may be a berserker. He had survived a few things unscathed or mostly that most shouldn't be able to. He had confirmed with the healer now. He would need an instructor in the art in order to unlock his potential.

He had approached Kechiri and she had disapeared for a while returning on the tail of a messenger bird back. (It took some time to row back and forth to shore and a bird little time at all to fly smoothly between on brisk sea winds. She had written a note for him to look at.

Soon enough he had his tutor and he was surprised at how hard it was to focus a wild rage like that, first of all he needed a strong emotional response and no small amount of will power and mind control to get himself back in control so he could benefit from both the awesome power and a fully functional frontal lobe. Ama had to go on a sort of long spiritual journey with much introspection and it was working he was learning to trust and when to clamp. He would be a decent fighter according to his brisk instructor who was efficient and not prone to blathering.
Or talking mostly.

He dragged himself back to the ship after a long apprenticeship. Now he was just waiting for promotion and to assume a proper non prentice position on Her Majesties ship. It was a good life and unlike most ships it was in his contract that he was free to go if he chose. He had told her he was a bit of a drifter but was lacking for coin and a place to sleep for the moment and a ship was as good a place as any. Plus he now fit in with the crew well enough and he didn't want that to change again if he were not here to keep his spot on the pecking order. He was one of the few current crew members that was not related to Kechiri herself, nor anyone else on board, though he nearly fit in with all of the ice blood here however diluted each way, except for Kellye who happened to be a full blood by some chance.

It was like living in its own little world being a part of a crew on a close knit ship. Everyone knew nearly everything and suspected the rest. Nothing went on without the whole ship hearing about it and it eventually all filtered through the brother. Ushiruin was on board a lot, learning the trade and arguing with his sister. But the crew saw in his eyes how much he loved and idolized her and mostly his concerns had to do with her own safety so they put up with it. The captain didn't like it as much. But he was her prentice brother so there wasn't a lot the captain could do. It was kind of entertaining to watch if he really thought about it. It was harmless in anycase and that was what mattered so long as tempers didn't actually flare to high on a small ship in the middle of the sea and perhaps because of the location more prone to it to begin with. How unfortunate. He mostly didn't partake in the drama, but he had had to keep his head down for a while and start saving some money up so he wasn't bemoaning finding scraps of cloth to fix rent holes in his shirt. Life on board a ship was hard on fabric and sailor alike. Though they did work in good conditions. He wondered how his new skills would help him and his captain in the future. She was someone he could follow for forever and a day should he so chose. Perhaps because she hadn't made it feel restrictive he didn't feel the need to run screaming for land yet. He was eager to see how the outfit developed with more practice and more experience. There were a lot of young people in training for positions on board, getting instruction from volunteer older sailors for the most part. Indulgent members of Theriar's fishing crews no doubt. It was an effective system though and eventually the instructors were able to return to their own ship knowing they had done a job well done.

Now how could he impress Kechiri so that he might get another promotion sooner than later. He craved the prestige and the fatter coin purse at the end of sail and plunder. They had done a few small things that got them a bit of loot and some rather risky things that had mostly paid off. Sometimes Kechiri did jobs of her own to be able to help pay the crew. Proving that she would not ask them to do things she wouldn't do. In fact she volunteered for a lot of it and he found that most admirable in a leader.

He would do his best to further his skills and his training in order to move both his and her interests ahead. He was looking forward to the networking should they get new crew memebers over time. Connections made on board were usually strong for good or for worse. He was quiet and so usually he remained on everyone's good books. He wasn't yet sure what his end goal in all of this was. He knew that eventually he would have to wander back and check on his sister to make sure she didn't do anything foolish.

She was a bit brash if he said so himself, it may run in the family and she had those temper issues. He was working on his own. Somehow being away from home helped. There were a lot of unknowns especially when you were somewhat unsure what everyone else on board was capable of. Someone in particular that he always kept an eye on was Kechiri's father Ushiwa. A tall hybrid he was perfectly muscled and walked around with a perma frown. Yet he could tell he was proud and protective of a daughter that it was debatable that she needed any protection at all. Especially once you considered the two swords she was always with, even at night there were reports from the crews that she slept with the swords. No doubt some enterprising soul would write a balad about it while at sea and they would all be obliged to listen to it all the way home. Over and over again. A very few were worth the love that all of the voices gave to it, and still others annoyed him like someone was stroking his fur the wrong way.

The sun was setting as he arrived back on the ship. He saluted the lantern holder and went down the stairs to the second deck, where in a blessedly dark corner his hammock hung. It was late, he had had an extrememly long and eventful day and it was time to rest. He had the next day off as well and he would not be galivanting around everywhere tomorrow, so much the better. The ship was at rest and so he too was at peace. He slowly drifted off the the steady slap slap of the chop against the hull. They only lullaby he would ever need. As it had turned out he loved the sea. Had no elemental affinity with it but he thought it was beautiful and dangerous. Like the only woman would would be worth it. The sea was worthy of so much respect and he hoped to do the sea gods proud one day in the service of the ship Sea Wasp. After that he would welcome the new adventures when the time came and he was freed from his time on the ship to walk again across the land and explore. Besides she would always take him back, good sailors were hard to find and that was in his contract too. It made him much less antsy in the meantime. He would finally be able to build his cabin.
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