Post by Iggy on Mar 1, 2012 16:08:13 GMT -5
The first thing Iggy noticed was the motion, the motion of the ocean beneath one's feet, the constant buck and pitch of the small waves that lapped against the Denerim harbor. The constant wiggling threatened to throw the boy off balance at first, but he learned to move with the movement, to rock with the boat slightly, shifting his weight and his center of gravity, doing a little jig and loving every moment of it. He'd been hesitant about the concept of boats at first, but any place where you had to dance a little bit just to keep upright, couldn't be all bad! The balancing wasn't too tricky, Iggy was good at balancing, used to putting his feet down on queer slopes and narrow outcrops, where a misstep didn't mean you looked like a fool, you looked like a smear.
The bubbly beserker grinned and sidled his way through the press of bodies. Not an awful lot of crewmen, but everyone seemed to be above decks. They'd paused their conversations and given him queer looks at first, but soon decided he was worth ignoring, stranger things had apparently crawled aboard Captain Mariana's boat, they tended to sort themselves out eventually.
Iggy scanned heads (alright, perhaps not heads, but general shoulder areas, until he caught sight of the ashen skin giant his new Captain had told him to find first thing. One didn't really 'find' the quartermaster, one discovered him as one would discover a mountain or an ocean. He seemed less a man and more a force of nature, scowling and silent more often than not, with a face hewn from granite, and bellowing out with a bone shaking roar whenever the fancy struck him. Not finding the quartermaster would always be 'your' fault, a flaw on your part, the kossith as inconspicuous as a smoldering volcano. Iggy liked him already.
The boy bounced forward, all spunk and vigor and joy, and presented himself before the horn giant with the rather nasty whip anchored to his waist. He gave a salute to the man's... general chest region, and craned his neck, staring up at the man with a goofy grin pasted to his features, "Hot damn, there sure is a lot of you, messer! Probably have ta chop ya in half at the thigh just to get a good look at ya! I’m Iggy! I’m supposed to be a... ummm... a cabin boy! Don’t know what that is, but it sounds like lots of fun! Captain Mariana said I was to come and see you. Why is she Captain instead of you? Can she beat you in a fight? Probably goes straight for yer danglers, seems like the smart thing ta do.”
Iggy grinned up at the kossith, not a hint of sedition in his voice or manner, just the omnipresent, latent euphoria.
The bubbly beserker grinned and sidled his way through the press of bodies. Not an awful lot of crewmen, but everyone seemed to be above decks. They'd paused their conversations and given him queer looks at first, but soon decided he was worth ignoring, stranger things had apparently crawled aboard Captain Mariana's boat, they tended to sort themselves out eventually.
Iggy scanned heads (alright, perhaps not heads, but general shoulder areas, until he caught sight of the ashen skin giant his new Captain had told him to find first thing. One didn't really 'find' the quartermaster, one discovered him as one would discover a mountain or an ocean. He seemed less a man and more a force of nature, scowling and silent more often than not, with a face hewn from granite, and bellowing out with a bone shaking roar whenever the fancy struck him. Not finding the quartermaster would always be 'your' fault, a flaw on your part, the kossith as inconspicuous as a smoldering volcano. Iggy liked him already.
The boy bounced forward, all spunk and vigor and joy, and presented himself before the horn giant with the rather nasty whip anchored to his waist. He gave a salute to the man's... general chest region, and craned his neck, staring up at the man with a goofy grin pasted to his features, "Hot damn, there sure is a lot of you, messer! Probably have ta chop ya in half at the thigh just to get a good look at ya! I’m Iggy! I’m supposed to be a... ummm... a cabin boy! Don’t know what that is, but it sounds like lots of fun! Captain Mariana said I was to come and see you. Why is she Captain instead of you? Can she beat you in a fight? Probably goes straight for yer danglers, seems like the smart thing ta do.”
Iggy grinned up at the kossith, not a hint of sedition in his voice or manner, just the omnipresent, latent euphoria.