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| s t e p h e n - pirate boy a testament to youth | |
| [Stephen is at Jack’s disposal…no, I, or Almalure, rather, needs to borrow him for a moment. ^-^] Stephen had been blithely striding down the beach. He was engaged in a desperate attempt to forget all that had just happened. And he had been pretty successful, too. The sand crept in between his bare toes, was flung up his well muscled legs. A saline breeze crept about his shoulders and phantom wind-fingers danced through his sun-bleached hair. A single gull wheeled in the sky, a heaven of cloudless azure. The sun hung benignly in this empyrean, bronzing his already well-colored skin. The light and heat acted as a sedative, his steps slow and calm and he walked, chin up, with his eyes closed and face to the breeze. Our young pirate lad looked like some queer parody of Apollo or a Saxon god taking a well deserved vacation. Too bad the scene was not to last. Stephen failed to perceive the quick, purposeful steps pounding towards him on the sand. It was only the sudden seizure of his arm that woke him from his sun-swaddled Elysium. He found himself being dragged backwards very rapidly. The identity of his attacker was, as of yet, a mystery. “You are a member of the Pearl,” his enigmatic captor purred, a distinct Spanish inflection quirking the words. So then, a woman [from somewhere between Galicia and Toledo if he judged the accent right] had ungraciously accosted him. But where did the Pearl figure into all of this? Stephen attempted to get a better look at this harpy, but was only able to see her back. From this he managed only to ascertain that she was dressed after the fashion of a whore, not a piratess. He wasn’t sure whether to be relived or more nervous. “You will come with me and carry my trunk to the Pearl,” the accent announced, quite imperiously. Oh. He blinked twice, still utterly confused; but at least now he had a purpose. He followed complacently. Well then, this would explain the situation a quarter of an hour later, which had Stephen dragging Almalure’s trunk across the sand while she strode beside him carrying a small box and a bag slung over her shoulders. [ehehe. I love being able to do that.] | |