bringmethatnpc | (no subject)

(no subject)

Everything in Panama City had gone mostly according to plan, a rare happenstance for the pirates in this motley crew, and the more superstitious among them spent the first few days on board their new vessel debating whether this meant good luck or bad, fair wind or foul.

The Spanish ship they'd stolen isn't large or particularly pleasing to the eye, being in need of some new paint and wood maintenance, but it's seaworthy and swift before the wind, and most importantly, well-stocked for a long voyage.

And a long journey to Singapore it will be.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

It's late, but Mal starts his search for Dora above deck instead of below.

It's dark, though.

"Tonks?" he calls out instead of her usual name from him, a habit he's started since being surrounded by this crew.

"Over here!" replies 'Dora, her voice faint on the opposite end of the deck.

She's standing on the fo'c'sle, near the railing, beaming at a couple of rather battered oranges, holding one out to Mal as he approaches.

"I Summoned them a couple of hours ago, hoping I had enough energy for it," she explains, digging her thumb into the rind and giggling as the juice nearly sprays her in the eye. "Dunno where they've come from, but they're a far sight better than most of the rations."

Mal can't stop himself from letting out an appreciative 'Oooh' as he takes the second orange from Dora's hand, but he doesn't immediately dig into it.

"I'm leaving."

There's already an orange wedge stuffed halfway into her mouth, and at his words her hand stills.

"Wha?"

"With Will -- if we're tryin' to get the maps during or before arriving at Sao Feng's we need to leave now, and we want to do it with the least amount o' fanfare."

Mal waits until Dora finishes chewing her orange piece.

"I also want to go with Will 'fore you personally have to be off anywhere, if you get the idea."

"I do."

Chewing slowly, she looks out over the water for a long moment before replying.

"Well, you gotta do what you gotta do, yeah? It's all right." A soft, crooked smile back in his direction. "Just try not to get yourself killed while I'm not watching your arse for you."

Mal salutes. "Yes, ma'am. Hey -- "

Mal gestures down to his clothing, his holster in particular.

"Can do any...time-appropriate non-sweatshop-made clothing for me?"

Her brows draw together. 'Dora gives him a skeptical look.

"You wanna look like any old pirate, or does it need to be blendable with the whole Sao Feng posse?"

"As monotone as possible -- if we were robbin' a temple at home I'd say maroon or orange, but I don't know how different the customs are here."

"Right. Well. Hold still a minute."

Nymphadora draws out her wand and steps back a few paces, looking Mal up and down critically.

Then she begins muttering spells, waving her wand this way and that. Mal's clothing begins to shift to varying shades of brown, so that -- in the twilight, especially -- he starts to blend in with the planking of the ship. The details of his clothes shift and disappear until it's all as non-descript as can be.

The holster makes her frown in concentration. Eventually she pokes at it until it turns into a wide leather belt.

"There," she says at length, looking him over again. "Is that all right? You can stick whatever weapons you like into that belt, and it looks a bit more... historically accurate than your holster."

Mal looks down.

Inara would not approve.

"Fine by me, so long as I'll be able to get it all back later."

At least he's still got his orange.

"Oh, sure. I'll change you back when we meet up again."

A stern look. 'Dora points a finger at him, an inch or so from his nose.

"And we will."

"You're the boss, boss."

Mal salutes again, peeling off a bit of orange rind finally, as he heads back to Will below deck.

Tonks watches him go. When he disappears into the hatch she leans on the railing, slowly eating the sections of orange still left in her hand.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

(no subject)

Re: Above deck

Re: Above deck

Re: Above deck

Re: Above deck

Re: Above deck

Re: Above deck

Re: Above deck

Re: Above deck

Re: Above deck

Re: Above deck

Re: Above deck

Re: Above deck

Re: Above deck

Re: Above deck