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Sailor
He eyed the ship before him critically. The mast was strong, and the sails were practical. The ship was well-designed, more for speed than anything else. By all accounts, it truly was a ship that only sailed for exploration.
He hoisted the satchel of his belongings higher on his shoulder and boarded the ship.
The bustling activity on the ship was quick, but organised. No man loitered about. All of them moved with purpose.
"Look alive!" One of them quipped as he passed him by. "The Captain hates lazy folk!"
He did not answer.
Another man approached him. He was built like a barrel with legs and arms. His black hair was streaked with grey, and his muscles bunched underneath the skin of his forearms. He wore a sleeveless shirt and trousers, with sailing boots. He introduced himself as second in command.
"I was told a new pair of hands was needed," he explained to the older man, who nodded gruffly.
"Show yourself to the Captain first. Then make yourself comfortable."
"And where is the Captain?"
"Behind you."
He turned and met an appalling sight.
A woman stood before him, dressed in loose shirt and fitted trousers. Her boots were simple and practical, and there was little embroidery done on her clothes. Her hair was thick and heavy, and the woman tamed it by wrapping her head with a long blue scarf and braiding her hair along with the cloth. She wore noticeably big gold hoops in her ears. Her stance was easy, but alert.
And there was no doubt on his mind that this was the Captain.
"Uh-" he uttered, confounded. The Captain caught sight of him and approached him.
"Captain Ivriniel, daughter of Adrahil and Princess of Dol Amroth," she introduced briskly. She did not notice his inability to speak. "When you are on my ship, you will do what I say, how I say and when I say. Our task is to explore enemy waters and on occasion, we will engage in a skirmish. On this ship, your loyalty will be to me." Dark eyes met his in an open challenge. "Insubordination will be punished. Am I understood?"
The sailor closed his mouth with an audible click and only replied with a nod.
Author's Note:
Can this be a thing? Strong-willed firstborn of Prince Adrahil?
Anyone who wants to pursue this, PLEASE let me know. Give me credit in your story and do let me know so that I can read. :D
