Furry-Within

She just watched him as he ate her homemade fruit kabob. "Hmm... Ye 're correct, Cap'n... Cutting fruit doesn't show ye anything 'bout me meat skills..." She felt his hand grab around her waist as she just continued to smirk to him. "Mmm.. ye keep fresh meat in ye cabin, Cap'n?" She purred out, knowing where he was getting at, but wanted to tease at him first and foremost. Upon feeling the blunt end of her knife run up and down her wet sleeve, she looked to him, shivering, only to look back up to him. "Well.. I love ta cure me meat.. making sure it is tender enough ta cook over me fire... I tend to it for a long long long time until it comes out jus' right, Cap'n..." She whispered to him, moving so her muzzle was right against his. "I know how ta treat me meat I cook, Cap'n... rest assured. But.. mayhaps I could show ye in that cabin o' yers." They were so close, he could see see all the gems in her ears from her earrings as her tail curled closer against him. "But... mayhaps tanight isn't ta best..." She looked beside her to the Pangolian beside them. "Wouldn't like ta seem... crude ta someone who's been waiting on what ta do right now..." She handed the male the bowl of fruit salad, only to look back at the captain and take her knife back. "Me Knife... gets treated kindly, sir.. it has seen many 'a days an' foods."

The Vultan just stared down from the crow's-nest as the rest of the crew got on the boat. Except for the sea witch and the noble he really didn't care much for any of them. They were just more background noise to him. He began to sit back when the sound of a voice yelling reached his ears. Sitting up he looked over just in time to see the snow leopardess jump after snagging the boat with her hook. Watching her land in the water he just shrugged his shoulders. If she drowned then that was her problem and not his. He just continued to watch as she climbed on board. 'Not bad for a women.' He thought to himself. If the captain tossed her back off then oh well at least she tired.

Keeping one ear to listen to the sound of the sea and wind he kept the other on the captain, the pangolin and the snow leopardess. As the conversation began to turn away from cooking he sighed and placed his hand on his forehead. "Ch-Yah! By the creator Witsuarunemitea I don't believe me ears. I be thinking at least tha captain would keep his mind on tha mission an not his jolly roger."

The pangolin rose his eyebrows in surprise as he heard of their destination. That was where they were supposed to go? He had been there before. His last employer wanted to go to the woman. He never met her himself, he had been told to stay at the ship, young as he had been at the time. He took a sip from his bottle as he thought back. When his former captain had come back, it was not without haste, but they did not go very far until the storm hit. He shuddered, even his scales flickering against his body before looking up at the captain. "Ye be careful with her capt'n. She no be to be played with."

He looked to the side as the snow leopardess, and watched the following "theatre" with some amusement, even though he was poor at showing it, to say the least. He chugged the rest of his drink and then closed his visible eye, groaning a bit as he seemed to sink deeper against the ship's floor, and started to breathe slow, heavy breaths, as a show that their conversation was over and he wanted to be left alone. He kept an eye perked at what the captain told the female cook and couldn't help but let out a very small snort.

*he had decided to take a nap, but instead decided to make his way from below deck. He had noticed the odd woman that had come down there as well. Though he paid her no heed. She didn't bother him, he didn't bother her. He was friendly, but usually picked the one's he would talk to. He had already given Mikk some slack, being he was the captain.

After locking his box, he snuffed out the candle that he had lit while he sharpened his ax. The creaking boards and rocking ship was something he missed slightly. Though the hot air he could stand to be without. Hopefully they would be staying more northern with some of the journeys. But alas, he wasn't the captain.

He looked over to Mikkaddo and noticed something odd, not with him. But with the person next to him* "Agh! Duh we have ou-rselves a new visitor!" *he was thinking she had tried to sneak on, but had fallen in. Being she was soaked. He had little to no objection to throwing her back overboard. He stepped up near the captain, seeing that he was far from upset. The badger looked to Mikkaddo* "Late arrival eh?"

He looked the woman over, though giving her little more then that. He took the captain's behavior as to how he should treat her. Which was if he was fine with the crewmate, he was fine with the crewmate. He crossed his arms* "If ya be tah cook, I sum recipes tah share with ya." *he said with a soft smile. He didn't stay much longer and walked over to the buck that seemed to be terrified of something* "You." *he said, though nothing acidic in his voice to make it sound upset. But very commanding as he raises a brow towards the nicely dressed buck* "Yer gonna need some clothing tha will last yah longer then what ye got there. Specially if the seas get rough. Go ask the captain if he's got any spare clothing." *he said his due with the buck. And went to sit on a set of stairs leading to below deck. The semi shade a lot better for his Celtic blood then the bright sun* 

The Captain grinned at the girl, and gave a deep chuckle looking to the man next to him and nodded. "Well, I'll leave ye in charge . . . while, I ah . . . show 'er the ropes eh lad?" He chuckled again putting an arm around the girl, and moved down the deck toward the back. As he passed others that were on the deck they started grinning and mumbling to each other. The stairs at the back of the ship lead down a bit to the door rather than up. Unlike most ships his quarters were the entire back of the boat, the back section going from the very bottom deck in the water up to the very top. And had stained glass on the back, from the middle point up, as the Captain opened the door it was seen that there was a sort of squared off collection of floors connected by ladders and stairs. His "quarters" were down in the lower section at the bottom, hanging lights swinging softly from side to side.

Rosette just capped her knife as she smirked, following the captain, her bag wrapped back around her as well as her hook. She they walked, she noticed the other crew members smirking or mumbling about the two, but she didn't care. She was a cook and by Neptune himself she was going to be this ships cook. As she followed him, she let her braid loose at the end, letting her hair blow freely in the wind, allowing itself to show him signs she preferred her hair in a braid then down, due to her hair was very wavy once it hung freely down her back. "So... " She spoke, looking around his cabin once he opened the door. "Seems ye have t' entire aft o' t' ship, don't ye, Captain?" The snow leopardess just smirked as she noticed the squared off collection of floors that were connected with ladders and stairs. "So much space ye have... makes me wonder why ye would need all o' it." She was amazed though, regardless, as she truly loved the design of ships and boats.. and that stained glass was just amazing to her.

The Captain chuckled taking his hat off and running a hand through his dark hair, the near diamond shaped scar showing the bone of his skull shining in the light. He made sure the door was closed and locked tight behind him. "Aye lass, I be needin' the space . . . for all me things ye see?" He asked pointing around the huge space, showing the large bed with it's thick coves and cushions, the cabinets holding various trinkets and small models of things, and on either side of the bed were skeletons that seemed to not be held together with anything, but stood stiff just the same, holding out spears before them. "Ya see, in my line o' work I finds there's treasures ta be had everywhere . . . some are less valuable with money than others . . . but some you can't replace . . . one of a kind" he said turning to her and taking out a claw from his coat. "Like this . . . one of a kind little trinket" the claw had an energy to it, pulsing just slightly enough to be felt. He put it away and then took off his coat hanging it on a rack near him. "Mmm . . . down this way is something I think you'd really like . . . the bed" he he chuckled.