Post by Ghostly on Aug 17, 2023 21:07:43 GMT
The Hard Nox had barely touched off from the snowy badlands and Caleb was already restructuring the hierarchy. Did Ciaran want the position of quartermaster now that Caleb claimed he was captain? Fuck no, but hearing that Emryk was replacing him as master gunner and he was being cast off to some other role - the duties and title Caleb hadn't been bothered to even consider yet was infuriating. Emryk was a good man, but Ciaran couldn't imagine he had any interest in training pirate and cleaning cannons.
The urge to lay Caleb out on the deck was mounting, but Alys' placing herself between them made Ciaran feel like a stupid schoolboy fighting over a girl - gods above, did Caleb still feel jealous that he and Alys were friends? He couldn't be bothered to care what O'Cain thought but still it annoyed him that every time they tried to enjoy a moment as friends - not crewmates, Caleb seemed to channel his talent for the dramatic. Perhaps in another life, Caleb was a circus performer or delivered soliloquies upon a grand stage. Or maybe he had just become lost along the way.
Maybe that was why Caleb O'Cain seemed so out of place on a boat like this, he was made for a different place - a different time. Maybe they could've gotten along there, somehow and someway. Maybe Ciaran Airgetlam wished that had been the case, but maybe not.
Alys' frustration with Caleb was palpable. Ciaran needed a drink but Alys wanted this business concluded. "Lead the way - oh, just let me swing by my room first. I need something stronger than the piss Sinead kept in there if I'm going to make it through this meeting."
The urge to lay Caleb out on the deck was mounting, but Alys' placing herself between them made Ciaran feel like a stupid schoolboy fighting over a girl - gods above, did Caleb still feel jealous that he and Alys were friends? He couldn't be bothered to care what O'Cain thought but still it annoyed him that every time they tried to enjoy a moment as friends - not crewmates, Caleb seemed to channel his talent for the dramatic. Perhaps in another life, Caleb was a circus performer or delivered soliloquies upon a grand stage. Or maybe he had just become lost along the way.
Maybe that was why Caleb O'Cain seemed so out of place on a boat like this, he was made for a different place - a different time. Maybe they could've gotten along there, somehow and someway. Maybe Ciaran Airgetlam wished that had been the case, but maybe not.
Alys' frustration with Caleb was palpable. Ciaran needed a drink but Alys wanted this business concluded. "Lead the way - oh, just let me swing by my room first. I need something stronger than the piss Sinead kept in there if I'm going to make it through this meeting."