Post by Skipper Of Sea Otters on Nov 28, 2009 18:29:01 GMT -5
The night hours in Loamsdown were darker than the night hours at sea. It was strange and almost had a supernatural feeling to it. Partially because for any goodbeast that ventured in, would be in a port town controlled by vermin lurking in every dark corner. At port however it seemed to be a slightly lighter place to walk. Not as many beast about but still you were watched by the ships crew who were on guard, peering down at you from their post. Any beast stepping on the docks would need to Step lightly. There was always a chance of a beast trying to pick a fight or steal something of value from a passer by or anybeast that looked unsuspecting.
The port town seemed on edge for some reason though, rumors had been spread that the Skipper of Sea otters had made him way into Loamsdown for an unknown reason. everybeast seemed to Step lighter knowing he was around. The docks would be nearly abandon by most idle beast unless they needed to be there. The Skipper was known to dock his ship there. It wasn't hard to find either. It was the largest ship in port with over 40 guns in the the sides of the hull, 6 on either side of its deck, triple cannons in the front and a large cannon at the back. It was truly a ship you wouldn't want to meet at sea if you were on the firing end of it guns. The Lancebreaker was its name and its named was feared by every ship captain that had encountered it before.
The Skipper's ship was not in port, however. But the simple rumor that he had come in kept peace enough. A thick fog made its way over the docks. A rat named Gerg, who was leaning against a barrel, was picking his teeth teeth as the fog rolled in and covered the deck beneath him and the night sky above him. He payed it no mind. " 'ey you!" a voice from the ship behind him called out. he turned around and looked. "Are ye mad?!" the voice asked in a half shout. " Get somewhere else! Ye trying ta' get yerself' killed down there?!"
"Shad-up!" Gerg shouted back up, throwing a heavy stone at the beast, missing and hitting the side of the ship. "hehe...Fine...yer tail not mine..." The voice said ignoring the warning. Gerg leaned up and and stretched, letting out a yawn. And headed back for town just about a hundred yard up the dock. Perhaps he could kill a beast for some change...A nice drink would wake him up...
The port town seemed on edge for some reason though, rumors had been spread that the Skipper of Sea otters had made him way into Loamsdown for an unknown reason. everybeast seemed to Step lighter knowing he was around. The docks would be nearly abandon by most idle beast unless they needed to be there. The Skipper was known to dock his ship there. It wasn't hard to find either. It was the largest ship in port with over 40 guns in the the sides of the hull, 6 on either side of its deck, triple cannons in the front and a large cannon at the back. It was truly a ship you wouldn't want to meet at sea if you were on the firing end of it guns. The Lancebreaker was its name and its named was feared by every ship captain that had encountered it before.
The Skipper's ship was not in port, however. But the simple rumor that he had come in kept peace enough. A thick fog made its way over the docks. A rat named Gerg, who was leaning against a barrel, was picking his teeth teeth as the fog rolled in and covered the deck beneath him and the night sky above him. He payed it no mind. " 'ey you!" a voice from the ship behind him called out. he turned around and looked. "Are ye mad?!" the voice asked in a half shout. " Get somewhere else! Ye trying ta' get yerself' killed down there?!"
"Shad-up!" Gerg shouted back up, throwing a heavy stone at the beast, missing and hitting the side of the ship. "hehe...Fine...yer tail not mine..." The voice said ignoring the warning. Gerg leaned up and and stretched, letting out a yawn. And headed back for town just about a hundred yard up the dock. Perhaps he could kill a beast for some change...A nice drink would wake him up...
