He grinned, shaking his head. "Avice, last time I dealt with a gun, I almost shot myself in the stomach. I swear, I will never understand those devices."
He shrugged slightly. "I'm alright with swords. They're mainly what I work with." He looked down at the water and smiled. "What about you? You can't carry cannons around everywhere."
"Eh. Swords. I usually fight with rapier. When I was traveling across the country I met many skilled people, which is where I learned how to use it. Though, at the end of the day they were usually angry because I kept pick pocketing them."
His brow furrowed as he smirked. "That seems to be a common theme in your adventures. You take lessons from people, and then get punished for pickpocketing."
"Sometimes it's the other way around, too! I suppose I'm just well adjusted, because I don't get nervous when I make the same mistake twice. Plus, I come from a city of thieves!" Avice held her head high with fake pride.
(omg, it's almost 2 in the morning) "How patriotic," he said, grinning. He yawned, and then rested his head on his hands, closing his eyes in the setting sun. "Ugh," he groaned, his eyes still shut. "I'm suddenly crazy tired, and I really haven't done much work today."
(Oh jeez. Time flies!) Avice watched him, tilting her head ever so slightly. "Well, you did deal with that pair earlier. That would be tiring for anybody."
He laughed, still with shut eyelids. "I get the pleasurable company of those two almost every day," he said. "I'm sure that they have been here since before I was born, and they will probably be here long after I am dead." He opened his eyes suddenly, a look of thought forming behind them. "You were right, though. About today being a good day. Maybe that's the difference. "
"It was a good day for you too? I'm glad." Avice looked out again, without the blank expression this time. More like mystified look. "Are most of your days average days?"
"I think it's God awful. Jade's attacker must of had some wild motives to harm her." He was speaking truthfully. He didn't like the fact that Jade was harmed. He found two, chipped glasses and poured some rum into them. He handed one to Ellia and put his down on the side. "Bottoms up." He said. "I've hid this rum for about... 3 weeks now. Nobody knows about it."
"My days vary, I suppose," he said thoughtfully, tracing the wood grain with his pointer finger. "As dynamic as this life is, if you've been doing it for long enough, it can get a little... insipid. I don't know though. Recently, I've felt like good days like these make a more common appearance." * * * Ellia squinted as she picked up the glass, looking through the amber liquid. "That's intimidating, to say the least." She took a tentative sip, and immediately winced from the sudden burning. "Wow. That...uh. Wow." (I don't drink, so Ellia's reaction is essentially my reaction.)
"Bit too much?" He asked, taking a sip from his own glass. He coughed. "Oh... wow... Yeah. Too much..."
Avice nodded, rubbing her arm. "I understand. I suppose we are fortunate to have adventures more often than those who don't live on a ship." She chuckled, the breeze ruffling her hair. Her eyes lowered, and watched as she subconsciously dug her nails into the railing. "I can't imagine living a boring life."
"Well, now we have effectively wasted two cups of perfect good, if not a bit strong rum," Ellia said. "Does that mean we've made it through the 'getting-to-know-each-other' phase?" *** "Yeah," Jack agreed. "It sounds like even your life before the ship was exciting."
"Not even close," Jared said. "I'll just say it's the last cups of rum on the ship and let the sailors fight over it. That would be amusing."
Ellia laughed heartily. "Oh God, yes please." * * * Jack for a moment in silence. He understood. "It makes me wonder, sometimes," he said thoughtfully, squinting into the sun. "Being a pirate can be pretty ruthless. We try not to kill if we can avoid it, but still. We do steal, and attack."
