Post by Gulo on Apr 11, 2016 14:54:43 GMT -8
Gulo reached the bow of the ship just in time for those long squirming tentacles to emerge from the sea and coil about the vessel. It seemed odd given the circumstances the unusually calm sea, clear waters and the fact that they had been drifting towards land though there was not much time to think about that now, feet carried the male a few paces away from the tentacles to keep from being swept away by them a hand instinctively moving to rest upon the hilt of a cutlass that dangled at his side though no sooner had the beast appeared would it vanish again as their captain had dealt with the creature rather simply by severing one of its arms. An audible sigh touches lips and the male assumes a more relaxed position- even though his form before was rather listless. Hands fall once more to rest at his sides with a slight shake of the head.
Slowly he turns back towards the stern of the ship, examining the effects the captain had on the squid its arm still writhing upon the deck like a snake twitching with the last remnants of life flee the severed limb. "Perhaps someone should take that piece to our newly appointed chef." It was only practical. He comments to no one in particular though it has unlikely that the other members would hear him save for a few rogues that were currently adjusting the rigging. There was a quiet murmur of agreement.
Though Gulo himself was not concerned with food, instead he continues his lazy saunter towards the bow- and once more steps out across the bowsprit a single gloved hand extending to clasp onto one of the ropes as he leans over the edge gazing into the watery depths checking for any signs of the creature, all that was left was haze of ink that clouded the water's surface. "Well.. that was interesting."
The sea never knew a group of such apathetic individuals. The Ripper still slumped over the railing and the mass of tentacle still squirming about the deck everyone was either too busy or too uncaring. That left him. Slowly he navigates through the sea of crewmen and rigging until he reached the Doctor. The previous events seemed to have calmed him slightly though he still muttered incoherently under his breath. Provided no one else volunteered he began to rummage through the man's coat [having overheard the exchange between Laila and the Ripper earlier] producing the needle and thread kept there. After a few short moments, the work was done, leaving a row of neat lines down the Doctor's arms. Drawing maps all day- Meant that one usually had a steady hand. He retreats once more before the man regains consciousness capturing that writhing mass and delivered it to the kitchen's below and slung haphazard on a nearby table. Now it's time to really retire for the day.
Slowly he turns back towards the stern of the ship, examining the effects the captain had on the squid its arm still writhing upon the deck like a snake twitching with the last remnants of life flee the severed limb. "Perhaps someone should take that piece to our newly appointed chef." It was only practical. He comments to no one in particular though it has unlikely that the other members would hear him save for a few rogues that were currently adjusting the rigging. There was a quiet murmur of agreement.
Though Gulo himself was not concerned with food, instead he continues his lazy saunter towards the bow- and once more steps out across the bowsprit a single gloved hand extending to clasp onto one of the ropes as he leans over the edge gazing into the watery depths checking for any signs of the creature, all that was left was haze of ink that clouded the water's surface. "Well.. that was interesting."
The sea never knew a group of such apathetic individuals. The Ripper still slumped over the railing and the mass of tentacle still squirming about the deck everyone was either too busy or too uncaring. That left him. Slowly he navigates through the sea of crewmen and rigging until he reached the Doctor. The previous events seemed to have calmed him slightly though he still muttered incoherently under his breath. Provided no one else volunteered he began to rummage through the man's coat [having overheard the exchange between Laila and the Ripper earlier] producing the needle and thread kept there. After a few short moments, the work was done, leaving a row of neat lines down the Doctor's arms. Drawing maps all day- Meant that one usually had a steady hand. He retreats once more before the man regains consciousness capturing that writhing mass and delivered it to the kitchen's below and slung haphazard on a nearby table. Now it's time to really retire for the day.