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 Posted: Wed Jan 13, 2010 3:42 pm
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J. N. T e i c h g r a b e r
R o s l i n d S t r u d e G e o r g e [●] U p d a t e : 0 1 . 1 2 . 1 0 +++ [3 : 0 9 a m]The Hyman Hughes groaned loudly, her insides chugging away dutifully, keeping both her sensitive bits ticking and her exhausted crew cozy. But for one individual who had woken at dawn; though, not by any will of his own. He was, in fact, being made an example of by his ardent Captain. Served the young pirate right, he should have known better than to attempt a tango of the anatomic verity, while his Captain was still aboard. Not that his choice in activities were frowned upon, indeed it did his Captain proud to know his men swung straight and true. It was a matter of where he had decided to entertain his guest, that he was now staring at a blanket of black sky over head. With the handle of a broom tucked under his chin, serving to hold his head up, rather than brush the ice from the ships rigging.
"Gordon you had better of moved by the time I get up there," a older males voice shouted, with a bit of grittiness to it, from below the deck. Startling the young mate above, enough to move him towards the nearest set of ropes. Just in time to make himself look busy.[●] U p d a t e : 0 1 . 1 2 . 1 0 +++ [6 : 0 3 p m]+++ [8 : 3 3 p m]From the icy steps leading down to the main hatch, Gordon's Captain emerged. He was dressed in a pair of over-sized black denim pants. Which were tattered around the hem from being trampled all over. Had the man been smart he would have bought his pants the right size. But for reasons beyond Gordon, his captain choose to purchase his clothes a size to big, and spend his days tripping over himself like a child learning to walk.
"Sir," Gordon greeted his Captain, as he knelt in front of the tangled pile of ropes, left where they has been laid from the night before. Which meant someone was not doing their job. Not that Gordon was complaining, the forgotten ropes gave him a cover.
"You ain't been doing your work," Hughes responded, taking the last step up to the main deck. His unshaven face covered in oil and grease from a hard morning tinkering, while the mechanics slept like beauties. But for all the Captain's efforts it seemed it was for not. The heat shields around the ship still flickered and buzzed angrily. Letting the cold of space rush in with every hiccup, freezing the ships emissions to any surface the vapors touched. Causing more grief than an old captain could handle but there was not much he could do, seeing as the nearest service planet was five solar days away.[●] U p d a t e : 0 1 . 1 3 . 1 0 +++ [1 2 : 0 5 a m]Gordon watched as his Captain lumbered across the ships deck. He had a heavy set step to his walk, each foot landing heel first before rolling to the tip of his toe and lifting off the ground. But when his left foot thumped to the deck, Hughes step was a little lighter, and he limped. Making Gordon c**k an eye brow at his Captain.
"Caught me red-handed sir. Might I suggest waking someone to watch me!" Gordon returned half-wittily, disregarding his prior observation and smirked at the thought. It was a punishment just to be in a room with him but to be woken simply to watch him, was a torture none of the men aboard deserved.
"Not a chance, now pass me that broom. Since you ain't using it for more than decoration and ain't making you look any prettier." Hughes tipped his head towards the broom laying beside Gordon's feet, where he'd dropped it.
Gordon obliged and reached to his side, passing the wooden pole with it's square brush attached to one end, towards his Captain's hand. "So sir, not to be more of a pest but why 're the shields fussing like a woman in a tizzy? I'm a might curious, seeing as they 'ad been working all of two days ago."C O M P L E T E . C H A P T E R
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