Post by AMAYA O' HIERLIHY on Aug 16, 2010 11:46:19 GMT -5
The pier was bustling; it usually was. old, salty sailors sat along side the end of wobbly, barnacle covered, docks. They grumbled and groaned to themselves, giving the young, more capable sailors a feast for their ears; stories from days past. Usually, Amaya O' Hierlihy, was captivated by the happenings on the Tortugan docks. However, today was different. Out of work, and no ship to captain, the young brunette found herself in an odd situation. She was beached, dry to the bone, no salty ocean waves to sweep her off her feet. Troubled, she definitely was.
Pacing back and forth a bit, Amaya had been up and down both sides of the beach, twice. She was ridiculously anxious, angry, flustered, and a whole other manner of describing words. Her mood was constantly changing, from sad to confused, to furious to taking deep breaths...and all over again. She was ship-less! What was a pirate to do without it's ship? If it came down to it, Amaya would have to commandeer a small vessel. however, that was only IF it came down to doing so.
Leaning against a sun-bleached, dock post, Amaya tapped a foot eagerly against the old wood. While she starred out over the bay, Amaya watched a large, dark ship sail in. Fighting the sun, Amaya squint her eyes in hope of getting a better view. As the ship grew closer, Amaya could see the figure whom stood behind the wheel of the magnificent ship. While she couldn't quiet make out the details, she could see that he had dark hair and wore a captain's jacket and what appeared to be a white tunic underneath.
When the ship was closer to docking, Amaya sighed as her green eyes trailed to the next dock over. It was a shame that the captain hadn't decided to dock on her side. A little excitement would have taken her mind off of her current situation. Almost glaring at the ship, before she knew it, Amaya was standing at the end of the dock the ship had to drop anchor. Feeling a bit awkward, Amaya slowly backed away from the dock and walked a ways up the beach. She sat down on the stone wall that separated the town from the sand. The spot she chose was cozy and semi-secluded. She could she the docks (which where only a mere 100-200 feet away), but was under a small bushel of palms trees that created a lovely shade. Hanging her head, Amaya knew she needed to find work, but she hadn't a clue where to start.
"What to do, what to do...."
Pacing back and forth a bit, Amaya had been up and down both sides of the beach, twice. She was ridiculously anxious, angry, flustered, and a whole other manner of describing words. Her mood was constantly changing, from sad to confused, to furious to taking deep breaths...and all over again. She was ship-less! What was a pirate to do without it's ship? If it came down to it, Amaya would have to commandeer a small vessel. however, that was only IF it came down to doing so.
Leaning against a sun-bleached, dock post, Amaya tapped a foot eagerly against the old wood. While she starred out over the bay, Amaya watched a large, dark ship sail in. Fighting the sun, Amaya squint her eyes in hope of getting a better view. As the ship grew closer, Amaya could see the figure whom stood behind the wheel of the magnificent ship. While she couldn't quiet make out the details, she could see that he had dark hair and wore a captain's jacket and what appeared to be a white tunic underneath.
When the ship was closer to docking, Amaya sighed as her green eyes trailed to the next dock over. It was a shame that the captain hadn't decided to dock on her side. A little excitement would have taken her mind off of her current situation. Almost glaring at the ship, before she knew it, Amaya was standing at the end of the dock the ship had to drop anchor. Feeling a bit awkward, Amaya slowly backed away from the dock and walked a ways up the beach. She sat down on the stone wall that separated the town from the sand. The spot she chose was cozy and semi-secluded. She could she the docks (which where only a mere 100-200 feet away), but was under a small bushel of palms trees that created a lovely shade. Hanging her head, Amaya knew she needed to find work, but she hadn't a clue where to start.
"What to do, what to do...."
