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Clyde's trip so far to Ravok had been quiet. At least, as quiet as any trip with a mage could be. Clyde, having several along for the trip including himself, couldn't expect a totally quiet trip.
But, as he'd thought to himself in his half asleep mind, he considered it a quiet trip as no one had tried to kill him. At least, not yet. A small bit of his mind felt that just thinking this would curse him to have this happen, as if he needed some extra reason to have someone trying to kill him and he didn't already have quite a few people who'd attempted just that.
As he slowly awoke he noticed a weight on his leg. Moving his hand absentmindedly, he assumed he'd left Cha laying across him and went to move the staff to a more comfortable position. However instead of his hand meeting Cha, it met another hand. His eyes split open to gaze down, his body tensing, before he realized that the limb belonged to Sayana. Apparently in his sleep one of her hands, she had quite a few, had ended up draped across him. Seeing her his recalled the events of the past season or so, something he'd forgotten momentarily in his half asleep state.
That was another reason his trip had been a bit less than... Quiet, so to speak. He'd ended up getting romantically entangled with Sayana, and the two of them had been bunking together ever since. This wasn't lost on the crew, and Clyde had received several smirks and comments when he'd headed below deck with Sayana.
Over the first few days back on the caravan he'd made up for lost time, after all with years of abstinence to counter... After those first few days he'd slowed to a more reasonable pace in frequency of hooking up, at least for a Ravokian. But they'd still been "bunking" together quite regularly on the boat trip.
Blinking a few times Clyde cleared his vision, inspecting the small room of sorts they were in. On land it would probably be a closet, but on a boat with its limited space it was all that was provided. The room had a "bunk" or bed that took up about two thirds of the floor space. with a small table next to it and a tiny bit of empty room for standing. Most of the storage was either under the bunk, or in some cabinets of sorts affixed to the ceiling of the room.
Doing his best not to wake Sayana, Clyde slid out of bed, mentally focusing on Cha. He'd woken with her gone, so he assumed she'd been knocked somewhere in the room by their late night... Activities.
Through his connection to the Magic Staff he got a sensing of where she was, a direction and a vague image of darkness and wood.
Without bothering to look he bent down a bit and stuck a hand under the bunk, grabbing the staff as easily if he'd lit up the room and had a clear view of where it was. With his connection to the staff he could easily determine where she was, and didn't have to fear losing track of her.
Still attempting to be quiet, Clyde headed out of the room, closing the door quietly behind him. Within a chime he was back above deck, blinded initially by the sun. It wasn't at its highest at midday, but it was at least several bells after sunrise, and so it was bright enough as compared to below deck to dazzle him.
Once his eyes adjusted and he was able to see properly, Clyde noticed a pair of sailors standing near the railing of the deck. Various sailors were running about the deck, working, climbing the rigging, pulling on ropes, and doing all manner of other confusing sailor related tasks. These two sailors however seemed to have nothing else to do but to hold up the railing. One was elbowing the other in the shoulder to get his attention, while smiling with a stupid grin.
"Oy? You the one with the girl, eh? I wish I'd thought of that, it'd make trav'lin so much more pleasant. But nah, I can't afford it on my pay. But 'ey, it gets lonely at sea, you ever think o' sharing? I bet the cap'in 'ould be willing to figure it into what yer payin if'n you'd be willin t' supply a bit oh... Entertainment, for the crew. Eh? I bet I could even put in a good word with'em."
Clyde paused for a moment, his hand clutching at Cha, freezing as he headed across the deck. For a moment he stared blankly back at the sailor, before a wide grin split across his face. Then he laughed, walking over towards the sailor as if he'd thought it was a hilarious joke.
He kept a smile on his face as he spoke, but let his eyes go cold and dead, glaring at the sailor as he spoke under his breath in a quiet and intimidating voice meant to unnerve.
“If you, my friend... So much as touch her, in a way I find inappropriate, I will gut you like a fish. Slowly... Are we understood?”
For a moment the sailor stared back at Clyde's glare, but after a moment he broke off, staring anywhere but at Clyde's eyes.
"S'was only jok'en man... Don't take thin's so ser'sly..."
As he finished speaking the sailor turned back to attempt to meet Clyde's gaze for a moment, but quickly broke once more, flicking his eyes to the dagger sheathed at Clyde's belt.
Muttering something about needing to go do something, the threatened sailor quickly headed across the deck, disappearing up the ropes on the nearest mast.
The second sailor he had earlier elbowed stood there for a few moments, before bursting out laughing with a heavy guffaw, tilting his head back.
He spoke under his breath as he left, slowly walking away, having found the entire encounter quite entertaining.
"Gut em like a fish... Funniest threat I've heard in days. Gotta go tell Bill, he's gonna love it. That petcher Ron nearly wett'en his'self."
