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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2008 16:47:58 GMT -5
"She certainly will," Dacey whispered, wrapping herself around him.
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Post by Erik on Apr 11, 2008 16:59:54 GMT -5
The night passes quickly, and all of a sudden the sun is staring painfully through the windows into their slightly hungover heads.
Erik rises, blinking. He goes over to one of the windows, opens it, and takes a long piss into the bay, then returns to the bed and begins playing with her hair.
"Feel like breakfast?"
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2008 17:04:45 GMT -5
Dacey woke with a yawn and stretched like a cat, smiling drowsily and snuggling against him. "Sounds good to me. What time is it, do you think?"
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Post by Erik on Apr 11, 2008 17:06:27 GMT -5
Erik glances out the window.
"Sometime between dawn and sunset. I would wager closer to dawn."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2008 17:09:21 GMT -5
Dacey pinched him. "All right then," she said. "I suppose breakfast might be a good idea."
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Post by Erik on Apr 11, 2008 17:23:53 GMT -5
"Right, then."
Erik gets up and strides over to the cabin's door, opens it, and looks out. He yells, "Oi! Look alive, you fucking scags! What's there to eat?" The crewmen begin to reply, but he just continues, "Whatever the fuck it is, get two orders of it in my cabin in two shakes of your sister's ass or there'll be hell to pay! Now!"
It's not two minutes before a sailor brings in two plates piled with sausage, bacon and boiled eggs. He gives a respective "Captain," and "My lady," before exiting, not even blinking at the clothes and shards of glass thrown about.
"Well that looks fine," Erik says, pouring two beers and sitting down.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2008 18:38:45 GMT -5
Dacey was under the furs while the sailor laid out the breakfast, but when he left she rose unabashedly from the bed and sat at the table with Erik, her stomach growling slightly as the tantalizing smells rose from the bacon, sausage and eggs. "This is so much fun, living on a ship," she said brightly. "Smelling the sea every morning, going to new places. I hope King's Landing won't bore you, if you join the small council."
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Post by Erik on Apr 11, 2008 18:59:19 GMT -5
"You haven't even gone anywhere, and you're enjoying going to new places." Erik says, amused, between mouthfuls. "I bet you would get worried sick being anywhere more than a league from King's Landing."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 11, 2008 19:05:07 GMT -5
"I would not," Dacey said indignantly, but with amusement as well. She drank deeply of the beer. "Besides, King's Landing is so good, why would I want to go anywhere else?" But he could tell that she didn't really believe it.
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Post by Erik on Apr 11, 2008 19:15:45 GMT -5
"Well that's it, then," Erik replies, "I'll need to teach you the error of your ways. How does Pentos sound? We'll leave within the week."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2008 1:25:48 GMT -5
"I like Braavos better," Dacey said flippantly. "I heard their courtesans are famous, and have barges lined with pearls and diamonds. Do they really?"
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Post by Erik on Apr 12, 2008 13:29:38 GMT -5
"I've never seen them," Erik tells her, "If they did, all the reavers in the islands would come down on Braavos. But they are a fancy folk, the Braavosi. They do prance about, gems all over themselves. I'm not so sure Braavos would be the best destination, though. Last I heard, they were still rather upset with us Westerosi."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2008 15:29:14 GMT -5
Finishing her food, she slipped one of his robes on - a heavy one with shaggy fur, which swallowed her smaller frame - and came around behind his chair to rub his shoulders while he ate. "I wonder," she said. "If the Braavosi would dare attack us if we had the better ships."
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Post by Erik on Apr 12, 2008 15:43:51 GMT -5
"Quality of ships does not much matter," Erik says, swallowing his last mouthful, "When it is three, at most, of ours against their entire harbor. Besides, that sounds a bit too trying for a vacation."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 12, 2008 15:46:30 GMT -5
Dacey laughed. "Indeed. So if my lord becomes master of ships and decides to take a vacation to Braavos one day, it would look well if he could show that we have more ships than they do."
Finishing with his neck and shoulders, her hands moved to his back.
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