Ahoy! Scallywags: Lost (and Found) at Sea

The raft Licyn finds himself on holds together better than his soaked, tattered shirt; before long he's shed it to bolster the tie to three floatsam pieces he's rigged into a sunshade on top of the raft.

When he sees someone else in the water, on a tiny shoal, or on their own raft, he lifts a hand to wave.

"Ahoy! You as searing lost as I am?"

At least he's amicable about the whole thing, along with the pointing toward sails intruding from the distance:

"Think we might want to head that way and get loud, love, delightful as it'd be to stay stranded with you!"

Network Communications: Early Days

Magic nonsense, storm take it and everyone with it...!

Thankless fellow travelers, if any of you were so curious as I was, not one of our seamen fellows has ever crewed with our dear, beloved captain before. Not one! Is that usual, I have no idea, I'm a mercenary not a sailor.

( but he sounds a touch amused. )

Either way, they think this is some kind of grudge between the good captain and his former crew. Also something about unfinished business with how his vessel before this one was lost, the Storm at Sea, which is the best name for a storm-struck boat I've ever heard, hah! So there you are, no one knows what's happening, but now you know that everyone is equally in the dark.

And new.

Mollywick Beneath Our Feet

Behold, this beast who is on four legs, twinned ears perked forward, tail held low and easy, one of the companions to come ashore or who was here on arrival. A red wolf, the only animal one might encounter beyond those brought aboard by the older travelers, perhaps, and so willing to lead you forward.

Or more likely, in the middle of digging with truly canine curious flare as dirt goes flying out between his hindlegs as his forepaws drag more and more out of the way, revealing... something underneath...

Come, join him in unburying treasure! He's most the way there, what better time to snipe a find from a wolf than now?

The Crossing: Mermaid Travesty

I'd sleep with them.

( he says, from where he's looking down at the furious mermaids who're watching them from the wake of the ships, and between them, keeping effortless pace. )

If it didn't require me drowning or having my throat torn out.

( Licyn sighs and shakes his head, glancing away from the mermaids and to his momentary companion. )

What about you?

OOC Note: Licyn is a flirt, will sleep with anyone willing, is a werewolf, and is also a walking magical battery. Feel free to be aware of his magical nature/being/essence if it makes sense for your character, and let me know if your character is using magic -- he can be aware of it, without knowing what it does, and isn't all that trusting of magic as a whole. Which makes it fun! I'll tag in prose or action, whichever you prefer.