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[bringmethatnpc]

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.

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Re: Above deck

[clumsy_auror]

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?"

Re: Above deck

[badinlatin]

"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."

Re: Above deck

[clumsy_auror]

"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."

Re: Above deck

[badinlatin]

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.

Re: Above deck

[clumsy_auror]

"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."

Re: Above deck

[badinlatin]

"You're the boss, boss."

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

Re: Above deck

[clumsy_auror]

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.