I. AYOY! SCALLYWAGS Once they are on board the Pariah (which is still an ominous name, if Anduin has ever heard one), Anduin does not waste time in taking the pirates up on their offer of an outfit change. He has still mostly been wearing his court attire, having acquired a few new things here and there but the people he has encountered thus far have been in poor circumstances and he's felt guilty taking much. Here from these pirates, however...
He does his best to find something that doesn't look entirely out of place on him, as close to a Kul Tiran uniform as he can, but this isn't Azeroth, and these are pirates, so it's much more monochrome in style and far less of a uniform than an assemblage of pieces. He feels a bit like a king playing dress-up, which. In all fairness, is exactly the case.
This isn't Anduin's first sea voyage, nor the rest of the old-timers for that matter. That doesn't keep him from scanning the faces that pass him on deck (or below, in the cabins for that matter) for any signs of sea-sickness.
"How is the voyage treating you?" he asks, in greeting.
II. THE CROSSING A."Aaaaaannnnduuuuiiiiiin.
ThroughOOoOOoOooUuut your jooouuuurnneeeeey
Yooooouuuuu will staaaAAaaaaAAAaaart
Two smaaaaaaaaaaaall fiiiiiiiIIiiiires
Annnnduiiiiiin, whhhhyyyy do you looooveeee
Staaaartiiiing fiiiiiiiireeees?"
Anduin has not had nearly enough sleep for this. Undead sailors, climbing aboard the ship at night. Some great behemoth of a creature, rocking the keel from underneath the water at random intervals. Perhaps they really have found themselves in Kul Tiras after all, he thinks to himself irritably, as he frowns down at his newest annoyance -- Vague prophecies from talking fish.
B. He really hasn't been sleeping well. Which isn't exactly anything new, but what with everything else they've had to endure and the fact that Anduin is not the sort of person to want to burden anyone with his troubles, he's feeling -- somewhat worn down. Not entirely on his guard, as he picks his way up to catch a breath of fresh air on deck one evening, on his own.
He should know better, he does know better. He has no doubt what Mathias Shaw would say, if he were here. Back at home, he'd hardly ever been allowed to go anywhere without a shadow, and he knows it's for good reason. Here and now, it does feel nice to catch a moment alone however. He isn't used to these communal living spaces they keep being forced into, and he just needs...
He's let his guard down, and that's when the voice comes. Soft, gentle words, carried over the sea air and straight into the darkest depths of his mind.
The ocean is peaceful. Quiet. You are tired, traveler. Come and rest.
Stiffly, Anduin straightens. Yes. He is tired. He has been tired for such a long time, if he is being honest with himself. The ocean does sound quite nice...
Anduin Wrynn | Warcraft | Oldtimer (action or prose!)
Once they are on board the Pariah (which is still an ominous name, if Anduin has ever heard one), Anduin does not waste time in taking the pirates up on their offer of an outfit change. He has still mostly been wearing his court attire, having acquired a few new things here and there but the people he has encountered thus far have been in poor circumstances and he's felt guilty taking much. Here from these pirates, however...
He does his best to find something that doesn't look entirely out of place on him, as close to a Kul Tiran uniform as he can, but this isn't Azeroth, and these are pirates, so it's much more monochrome in style and far less of a uniform than an assemblage of pieces. He feels a bit like a king playing dress-up, which. In all fairness, is exactly the case.
This isn't Anduin's first sea voyage, nor the rest of the old-timers for that matter. That doesn't keep him from scanning the faces that pass him on deck (or below, in the cabins for that matter) for any signs of sea-sickness.
"How is the voyage treating you?" he asks, in greeting.
II. THE CROSSING
A."Aaaaaannnnduuuuiiiiiin.
ThroughOOoOOoOooUuut your jooouuuurnneeeeey
Yooooouuuuu will staaaAAaaaaAAAaaart
Two smaaaaaaaaaaaall fiiiiiiiIIiiiires
Annnnduiiiiiin, whhhhyyyy do you looooveeee
Staaaartiiiing fiiiiiiiireeees?"
Anduin has not had nearly enough sleep for this. Undead sailors, climbing aboard the ship at night. Some great behemoth of a creature, rocking the keel from underneath the water at random intervals. Perhaps they really have found themselves in Kul Tiras after all, he thinks to himself irritably, as he frowns down at his newest annoyance -- Vague prophecies from talking fish.
B. He really hasn't been sleeping well. Which isn't exactly anything new, but what with everything else they've had to endure and the fact that Anduin is not the sort of person to want to burden anyone with his troubles, he's feeling -- somewhat worn down. Not entirely on his guard, as he picks his way up to catch a breath of fresh air on deck one evening, on his own.
He should know better, he does know better. He has no doubt what Mathias Shaw would say, if he were here. Back at home, he'd hardly ever been allowed to go anywhere without a shadow, and he knows it's for good reason. Here and now, it does feel nice to catch a moment alone however. He isn't used to these communal living spaces they keep being forced into, and he just needs...
He's let his guard down, and that's when the voice comes. Soft, gentle words, carried over the sea air and straight into the darkest depths of his mind.
The ocean is peaceful. Quiet. You are tired, traveler. Come and rest.
Stiffly, Anduin straightens. Yes. He is tired. He has been tired for such a long time, if he is being honest with himself. The ocean does sound quite nice...