Gyles Stowett
Captain of the Golden Hide
Staff member
Officer: Captain (Commander)
Gentry: Gentlebeast
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Quartermaster Ingle Prizzack sheltered his corncob pipe with one paw as he leaned his back on the broad oak gunwale. With the other paw, he held a flickering match to the sweet tobacco grounds within until they glowed.
Never really in a hurry to do anything, was Prizzack, yet a remarkably punctual and diligent rat he was, sure enough. He never forgot a beast's name, neither, once he knowed it. He flicked the matchstick into the sea with weathered thumb and foreclaw before turning to the pair given him for the testing of the ropes. White puffs of smoke passed his lips and were carried away on the morning breeze as he spoke around his pipestem. "Well, now. I 'ears tell yer to be tested on yer seabeastship ken."
The brushy eyebrows waggled mischievously. Then, with all the lazy grace of a swan out of a pond, he sprang up to stand, loose and light, one bootless footpaw atop the wale and one paw taking a hold of one of the thick cables. He waved his free arm in an upward arc, indicating the flat lookout structure far and away up the mast above them and connected to the deck below by the swaying ratlines. Below, the sea crashed and sprayed as the Golden Hide entered true ocean waters.
"Sharper air in the maintop, maties!" he said, half shouting above the roar of the waves dashing against the great groaning hull and wind singing in the rigging. He tapped his skull wisely. "Clear yer minds fer the 'zaminations!"
@Greeneye @Darragh Harper
Never really in a hurry to do anything, was Prizzack, yet a remarkably punctual and diligent rat he was, sure enough. He never forgot a beast's name, neither, once he knowed it. He flicked the matchstick into the sea with weathered thumb and foreclaw before turning to the pair given him for the testing of the ropes. White puffs of smoke passed his lips and were carried away on the morning breeze as he spoke around his pipestem. "Well, now. I 'ears tell yer to be tested on yer seabeastship ken."
The brushy eyebrows waggled mischievously. Then, with all the lazy grace of a swan out of a pond, he sprang up to stand, loose and light, one bootless footpaw atop the wale and one paw taking a hold of one of the thick cables. He waved his free arm in an upward arc, indicating the flat lookout structure far and away up the mast above them and connected to the deck below by the swaying ratlines. Below, the sea crashed and sprayed as the Golden Hide entered true ocean waters.
"Sharper air in the maintop, maties!" he said, half shouting above the roar of the waves dashing against the great groaning hull and wind singing in the rigging. He tapped his skull wisely. "Clear yer minds fer the 'zaminations!"
@Greeneye @Darragh Harper
