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5th Night of the Month of the Gull Day 3
Well it's day three'n I still dun know meh crew real well. Can't be havin' that. Ah'll have to start takin' notes on em. Let's start us up a list shall we? Aye, a list. Let's see... We gots on'y men... So we'll just write down their names here... An' we'll do some things about em, what say you?
Tobias He's the one 'round five ten'er so, chisled featchers, nose's kinda long. Gots brown hair cut 'bout halfway down the ears, brown eyes, mostly looks like he's see'n somethin' far off. A fair sort, servin' up in de crow's nest. Methinks the boy's 'roud meh age, maybe a bit older. Prolly in his sevententh year or so. Don't eat much, found that strange. Looks like he'd get blown right outta the nest, har har.
Deren Deren's a big sort, goin' over six feet, solid build, deep voice. Good sort for yellin' orders'n anounin' things. Greyish hair brown, 'spite 'is age. Think he usedta been a blacksmith, got the muscles of one. He's used to land mostly, though 'e's takin' to the water quite nicely. Ah think 'e's 'bout thir'y or so.
Chak He's midsized, coal black hair and slanted black eyes. Think he came from over in the east're somethin', talks like one. He's good with ropes'n knots, those type things. Good cook too. Age's in 'is early twenties.
Shollow Shollow's a strange sort. Had'nt said one thing since I known 'im. Which hadn't been too long, mind ye, but 'tis still strange. So ah dun know much 'bout 'im. Think he's same age's Chak. Mousey brown hair, bangs hang just above his eyes, rest hits just above his shoulders. Grey, alert eyes. I'll say this much for 'im, if 'e sees somethin' dirty, 'e'll clean it. Clean it well too, not just a quick brush over. Scrubs at it 'til it's gone.
Grayvyn Grayvyn's a funny one he is, jokes a lot, talks a lot, has a bit too much cheek, but I put up wi' him. Couldn't find a better helm's men, so 'e'll do. Tall enough that he can use the helm, but not too tall. Somewhere 'round five and a half or so, blonde type hair, cut like Tobias's, green eyes'n a small nose. Laughs a lot, it shows in his face.
Pyvel Pyvel worries me at times. He can't sit still, always fidgeting, movin' around. Good when someone needs to go up the riggin' and such, follows orders, so that's good. Little mousey type boy. Five and a half feet're so, dirty blonde hair, blue, darting eyes.
Fyrel makes me wonder sometimes. A very religious boy, somewhere in 'is late twenties. Prays a lot. Gods fearin' man. Got a little shrine by 'is bed. Wears a pendant on a string 'round 'is neck. Normal sized, black hair, brown eyes. Tall, mildly stocky, hair's a bit long, just below the shoulders.
Selwyn Selwyn might be a good mate. Almost six feet, though not quite. Black hair, coming to the shoulders, 'e's got a few feathers strung in there, a few beads too. Piercing blue eyes, not an overly loud voice, though when he says to do something, everyone listens. Dresses kinda strangely, plainsman type clothin'. Kinda quiet, but 'e 'as a since of humor.
Now those're the ones I've seen most. I only listed one'a meh bigger men, but ah'll have to list the rest tomorrow. Gettin' late an' meh candles all but gone, so ah'll be goin' now.
End Entry Taken from the journal of the pirate Captian Skiv Waterlark
Skiv · Thu Nov 04, 2004 @ 06:21pm · 1 Comments |
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