-Wilhelm Amadeus III-
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|| Pirate Captain|| Age- 32 Years|| Gender- Male|| Tags- Open||
- The salty tang of sea air filled the senses wistfully while a gust of wind brushed gently across the busy port, carrying upon its wake a small flock of gull runes and that of a happy crow with bright blue eyes, each chattering loudly with glee the tell tale call of the ocean as they glided lazily by upon the subtle updrafts. Ships and vessels of various sizes were docked at port, their crew members darting back and forth with trade goods or unloading their hauls of resources, while others barked orders and spewed foul curses that only a pirate's own mother could truly appreciate. Even their many bonded creatures were out and about with their chosen owners. Servals, dires, otterlings and runes mostly due to their location, but the odd drake or two was seen helping to unload the immensely heavy cargo while their riders directed them from the skies.
It was a familiar and welcoming sight to all who called Silverport their home, and one that Willy enjoyed partaking in everyday as he smiled that usual cocky grin of his. All the while walking leisurely through the congested docks alongside his childhood friend and better half, Sorren. "Ah, the smell of sweat and salt in the mornin' always just gets ye rarin' to go, wouldn't you say, Sorren? Perfect day to be headin' off on an adventure!" Willy commented absently in that usual pirate accented tone of his, eyeing the other male briefly for his reaction as the slender individual merely gave him a passing, and rather unamused, glance.
"We should not have left the Sealer alone at our home, Will." Sorren spoke in a light, brisk tone while his sharp gaze narrowed slightly in disapproval. Completely ignoring the other's usual means for diverting a conversation as he bluntly stated once more the argument they had both had previously upon coming here, "Oblivion could easily send someone to harm them in our absence. Or worse, the Sealer's lack of focus could get them into trouble without the dark Ancient's help whatsoever..."
Willy caught the subtlest note of concern that trailed off at the end of Sorren's last sentence. For the other male's seemingly harsh words that carefully veiled his worries, it was always heartening to see this side of him which he rarely conveyed outside of their abode. "Aww, ye worry too much there Sorren! Quit bein' a momma bird for just one blinkin' second of yer busy broody life and enjoy this lovely voyage we're about to embark on together." Willy gave the man a hard reassuring slap on the shoulder as he nearly toppled Sorren off balance, earning him a scathing glare from the halfborn's unnatural, yet entrancing, heterochromia eyes. A sight that he enjoyed garnering from the other man far too much for his own good. "And besides, I left the Sealer a note tellin' them where we are off to. Hell, I even made sure to leave them with a task worthy of any apprentice of mine! It'll be their greatest challenge yet...."
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...meanwhile, back at their humble abode...
The Sealer was looking over a sticky and rather crudely written note left behind by Willy as their eyes skimmed the parchment with growing concern...
Dear Pollywog,
Sorren and I are goin' on an adventure! Now, while we're gone yer in charge of a very important task... I found a hole in the roof yesterday while I was patching tiles that looked fairly recent. Glass shards were scattered about the entrance with scratch marks and I heard some fierce growlin' comin' from within, so I'm sure 'you know who' is in there with ya right now!
Now, not sayin' that's the sole reason I left but you know how much that beastie hates me. So! I thought, who better to get the little rascal out of the attic? And of course I knew you were perfect for the job with bein' the great Sealer and all. So take this as a honorable task that I bestow upon you as one of yer mentors. Also, don't forget to pick up more pancake batter and syrup when you go to the market. We are out... oh, and remember to have fun while we're gone!
Love, Willy and Sorren~
With the Sealer's eyes now fully wide with sheer terror at Azara being inside the house with them, they turn sharply at the sound of soft scuttling within the walls, followed by a long drawn out hiss that echoed ominously all around them. The candlelight in the room was snuffed out as a small shadow whisks past it abruptly, casting the area into near pitch darkness, all the while the Sealer makes a beeline for the door only to find out it is locked and bolted shut... the horrors have only just begun.
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"Will... Will?" Sorren snaps his fingers a few times as the pirate's vague, far off expression suddenly reverts back to life. "You somehow stopped talking for three whole minutes there. Did you even hear what I said? I asked what task did you give them to practice while we are gone." Sorren spoke with a slightly irritated look to his fair features as he simply waited for the pirate to respond from Ancients know wherever his mind drifted off to.
Willy gave his head a quick shake before realizing he had forgotten to leave the keys for the Sealer and swiftly tucked them into his coat pocket nervously and out of sight, "Oops-- I mean, I gave them a task that will certainly put their stealth skills to the test! You'd be proud of me Sorren, by the time we get back they are sure to be quick on their feet and jumpin' at the slightest sound of danger." Willy beamed a bright smile to his companion as he wrapped a large arm around Sorren's shoulder, pulling him close and dragging the halfborn along somewhat so as to get as far away from the screams as possible, before Sorren changed his mind about going.
"And look! There's the beauty just up ahead there-- the Ascendance in all her glory. Not as magnificent as my own ship, the Wicked Serval, but she'll do." Willy pointed with his free hand as both he and Sorren came into view of the Ascendance and her crew. Wincing slightly, Willy felt the familiar pinpricks of claws on his back that told him Fiore had finally appeared from wherever she had mysteriously been before, followed by a happy caw just above from Muzu as the bird alighted down atop Sorren's head-- promptly nibbling a strand of his dark hair before doing the same for Willy in his own strange way of saying, hello.
The pirate captain had a good feeling about this voyage. He was certain that it was going to be grand in more ways than one...