[littl3chocobo]

his eyes widened as he realized what the creature was about to do and he clamped the heels of his hands over his ears, if he could not hear he could not be seduced by the monster's spell

[Poggio]

He rose from the ground with a slight scar among his cheek. His curiosity was now sedated though now he had another goal that would wait. Slowly he realized he had been away from the palace for quite some time and his ruse was surely discovered. Drawing himself up into a crouch he used one of his nails to draw an image into the wood. It was a picture of rocks a boat, then a man on the rocks, then the boat taking the man, and lastly a little heart. Once he was finished he walked over to the man that was holding his ears and kissed him where he was exposed. Before the man could react, Axolotl ran, leaving the strange captain.

He didn't realize that his drinking game was some sort of signal to the others of the crew, and they had been watching him as he stumbled out of the inn awkwardly. Axolotl had nearly retraced his steps to the ocean when something smacked his back, knocking the air out of him. His knees buckled forward a little but he still remained standing. He attempted to turn to see who had done such a thing but strong arms had locked themselves around his neck, pushing a damp fowl smelling cloth to his nose. He fought every step of the way, clawing and biting, all the while breathing in the chloroform. Finally his body went limp in the arms of his captor. They hauled him back to the ship dumping him ceremoniously below deck slightly bound.

[littl3chocobo]

his eyes snapped open at the feeling of something cold against his face and he watched as the creature ran from his room. dropping his hands he braced them against the floor and shivered, as things evened out he noticed a carving on the floor and traced his finger over it. the message was clear, whatever it wanted it was not going to leave him be. he wanted a drink

[Poggio]

The crew felt proud of what they had done and that they had gained a new and strong member if their wounds were any sign. They made their way back to the inn to the tell the captain but found he was staring at the bottom of a pint. They merely gathered their own cups sparsely drinking the amber brew. Once the captain seemingly drank himself into oblivion they made sure he got back to the ships quarters safely.

[littl3chocobo]

he came back to hung over as hell but the alien rock of dry land had left him and he knew himself to be back aboard the ship. with a grunt he pushed himself out of the bed and staggered over to where his boots lay discarded. he needed to figure out where they were

[Poggio]

He awoke, to the swaying feeling. It was not comfortable, in fact it made him slightly sick. Even worse was the dry feeling in his mouth as he licked his lips. Some where to his left the light shone through a porthole. “The princess is awake I see.” Came a gruff voice. He made the mistake of turning his head to fast, it only caused him to answer with a slight groan. “Hes looking a little green perhaps the captain didn't choose too wisely this time.” Axol listened hearing a younger voice then the original. They continued to converse but in the end it earned him some water. Finally one of them asked if they should tell the captain about him.

[littl3chocobo]

he made it to deck without his head falling off so he counted it as a good day, blearily he promised not to drink hard liquors after soft and went to stand by the wheel where his first and the navigator were bickering. he changed his mind about it being a good day

[Poggio]

The light from the port hole shifted, and Axol was growing more thirsty. Using one nail he cut the his bindings around his wrist and feet before testing his legs. As the ship rocked so did he, eventually his body thudded against the wall. Escape was all he had in mind. He tired the door and thankfully it was unlocked.

[littl3chocobo]

angrily he stomped towards his room, he didn't know if it was the hangover or the crew's incompetence but already it was a black day and he hadn't even eaten yet

[Poggio]

He had found himself wondering the ship while there was some ruckus above him. Eventually he came to a rather plainly furnished room decorated in blue tones and sturdy oak furniture. The blue reminded him off the deep sea. Slowly his body naturally drifted towards the blankets and laid among them. It was nice but not as nice has his own bed. The boat soon rocked him to sleep.