9th Spring 519
Finn had helped Kamilla off his Casinor after she somehow had talked him into allowing her to leave belongings until she discussed things with the Founders which didn’t bother him at all but he had made it sound worse, who knew if he would need her help someday. Although with being docked he could actually get some decent rest and he planned on doing just that in his own cabin now. Their business was done now and he planned on spending ten to twelve hours in his rack catching up on some sleep.
He pulled his mooring lines up and slowly strung them to the pier and tied them off securely on both ends of the vessel. Then a second set was pulled out as he doubled up on both the stern and bow lines further up and down the pier from the first set of lines. He then stretched out the sails across the ship and slowly started to roll them up neatly to be stored on the booms like he used to do with the pod. As one of the younger members who seemed to always get some the easiest although most physical work. The heat of Syka made this excruciatingly hot work as the afternoon heat beat down on his back and the sweat rolled off his body from the exertion. Not until he felt his casinor was safely stored for port did he think about cleaning himself up and falling asleep.
By the time he rolled out of bed it was early morning in Syka, he had slept much longer than intended not that it mattered much. He grabbed his cutlass off the wall before he stepped off the ship making sure the cabin was closed after he exited and waited on the end of the dock for a few minutes. Although he knew what to expect, it still took time to adjust to the lack of movement on land and he often felt his body moving to a non-existent motion so he stood until he felt comfortable his legs wouldn’t betray him and decided where he would walk to. The wet dock creaked as he walked the length until he stepped onto the beach where he was joined by his Tavan, her black back contrasted heavily against the fine white sand as she waddled after him. Evening though it was morning, Syna had already warmed the sand, so he walked where the rising tide washed up and cooled the sand. His cutlass slapped his leg on every step he took until he slid it further over on his hip where it quieted down some, he really wasn’t accustomed to wearing it.
He ended up following the only people he saw as they appeared to be heading toward some common area, with any luck he could find a fresh breakfast and that was something to look forward to. In a flurry of wings the gull took to the air, the five foot wingspan pelted Finn with sand as she lifted off and soared out over the sea as he turned to inspect the store which he found to be closed up but he hoped would be open later in the day. He did take the time to inspect some of the wares that sat outside the small shop but nothing was of real use to him so he continued on.
As he neared the commons, the aromas of fresh food assaulted his sense of smell while his stomach growled loudly. As he stepped into the shade near the kitchens, he stood for a second as his eyes adjusted to the shade before a large dark haired, middle aged man shoved two bowls of fruit at him with “On the tables” as the only direction. Finn walked and set them on the table as a rather large and ripe orange leaked juice from a split in the peel that ran down his hand and onto his forearm. He quickly palmed the offending orange and started to peel it as he looked around and realized no one was paying much heed to his presence nor did he know who exactly he should be looking for as a dozen or two people were gathered around. He used to hear of a ship, Captain Chaliva if he remembered correctly, but hadn’t heard much about that ship recently nor did he see the ship at anchor when they arrived.
One of the women started to sit down near him, a blonde woman with black ends to her hair that he walked up to so he could ask. “Excuse me, could you point me to the Lia…..” his mind had blanked for just a moment before he continued “Sorry I mean I’m looking for the Captain Chaliva or one of the founders I think, might you be able to tell me where to find them?”
Finn had helped Kamilla off his Casinor after she somehow had talked him into allowing her to leave belongings until she discussed things with the Founders which didn’t bother him at all but he had made it sound worse, who knew if he would need her help someday. Although with being docked he could actually get some decent rest and he planned on doing just that in his own cabin now. Their business was done now and he planned on spending ten to twelve hours in his rack catching up on some sleep.
He pulled his mooring lines up and slowly strung them to the pier and tied them off securely on both ends of the vessel. Then a second set was pulled out as he doubled up on both the stern and bow lines further up and down the pier from the first set of lines. He then stretched out the sails across the ship and slowly started to roll them up neatly to be stored on the booms like he used to do with the pod. As one of the younger members who seemed to always get some the easiest although most physical work. The heat of Syka made this excruciatingly hot work as the afternoon heat beat down on his back and the sweat rolled off his body from the exertion. Not until he felt his casinor was safely stored for port did he think about cleaning himself up and falling asleep.
By the time he rolled out of bed it was early morning in Syka, he had slept much longer than intended not that it mattered much. He grabbed his cutlass off the wall before he stepped off the ship making sure the cabin was closed after he exited and waited on the end of the dock for a few minutes. Although he knew what to expect, it still took time to adjust to the lack of movement on land and he often felt his body moving to a non-existent motion so he stood until he felt comfortable his legs wouldn’t betray him and decided where he would walk to. The wet dock creaked as he walked the length until he stepped onto the beach where he was joined by his Tavan, her black back contrasted heavily against the fine white sand as she waddled after him. Evening though it was morning, Syna had already warmed the sand, so he walked where the rising tide washed up and cooled the sand. His cutlass slapped his leg on every step he took until he slid it further over on his hip where it quieted down some, he really wasn’t accustomed to wearing it.
He ended up following the only people he saw as they appeared to be heading toward some common area, with any luck he could find a fresh breakfast and that was something to look forward to. In a flurry of wings the gull took to the air, the five foot wingspan pelted Finn with sand as she lifted off and soared out over the sea as he turned to inspect the store which he found to be closed up but he hoped would be open later in the day. He did take the time to inspect some of the wares that sat outside the small shop but nothing was of real use to him so he continued on.
As he neared the commons, the aromas of fresh food assaulted his sense of smell while his stomach growled loudly. As he stepped into the shade near the kitchens, he stood for a second as his eyes adjusted to the shade before a large dark haired, middle aged man shoved two bowls of fruit at him with “On the tables” as the only direction. Finn walked and set them on the table as a rather large and ripe orange leaked juice from a split in the peel that ran down his hand and onto his forearm. He quickly palmed the offending orange and started to peel it as he looked around and realized no one was paying much heed to his presence nor did he know who exactly he should be looking for as a dozen or two people were gathered around. He used to hear of a ship, Captain Chaliva if he remembered correctly, but hadn’t heard much about that ship recently nor did he see the ship at anchor when they arrived.
One of the women started to sit down near him, a blonde woman with black ends to her hair that he walked up to so he could ask. “Excuse me, could you point me to the Lia…..” his mind had blanked for just a moment before he continued “Sorry I mean I’m looking for the Captain Chaliva or one of the founders I think, might you be able to tell me where to find them?”
