Post by Tyler St John on Jun 2, 2016 23:51:33 GMT
The seas sere kind and so was his cargo Meat and Mead were his cargo this trip. He'd kept an eye on the skies and the horizon as he cut threw the water around the Wolfsbane. He looked up at the sails fluttering above him and frowned. “Trim that main sail, hard to port.” He called out one hand resting on the hilt of his cutlass the other shielding his eyes from the sun as he soon saw port. “ almost home” He said with a smile as a roar came from the crew.
“First drink on you Captain?” Called out one and he laughed as he slid down a long rope from the B & R Rigging to the main deck where he stood and chuckled
“Sure, why not.” He responded his hand now resting on the young man's shoulder. He moved up to the Binnacle and checked there position noting how they had drifted slightly. “ keep us on line, day's sailing and harbor will be insight.” he brushed his hands on his trousers while he moved to check the lines of his sails. Soon they docked at port with his arms folded across his chest he stood and watched as the Mead and meat were taken from his hold and placed on the dock to await collection and distribution to not just his own Inn but shops and butchers.
“First drink on you Captain?” Called out one and he laughed as he slid down a long rope from the B & R Rigging to the main deck where he stood and chuckled
“Sure, why not.” He responded his hand now resting on the young man's shoulder. He moved up to the Binnacle and checked there position noting how they had drifted slightly. “ keep us on line, day's sailing and harbor will be insight.” he brushed his hands on his trousers while he moved to check the lines of his sails. Soon they docked at port with his arms folded across his chest he stood and watched as the Mead and meat were taken from his hold and placed on the dock to await collection and distribution to not just his own Inn but shops and butchers.
