*Pirate Curvo notices out of the corner of his eye and turns around**A message appears in a little glass bottle above Captain Nelyafinwë's head.*
*Curvo looks at this really suspiciously. What would 'close the program' mean? Close down this thought, or close down the Cap'n entirely?**A little scroll of paper, m-in-a-bottle style, comes out and unravels. It reads:*
Yer Cap'n isn't responding. What would ye fancy to do?
*Close the program
*Wait
*Takes the clumsy Curvo in his arms and enjoys the hug**Pirate Curvo's eyes open wide as saucers*
BRO— *hic*
*quite forgetting about escaping up the mast, he makes a slightly wobbly beeline for the newly-returned Tyelko, wooden leg clunk-ing on the deck as he goes*
*his voice comes out muffled into Tyelko's shoulder as he clumsily embraces him*
How dare the sea mists steal my *hic* bes' matey. *he sniffles faintly* At least ye seem to have returned to us whole. *pats his shoulder, as though assuring himself Tyelko is solid and real*
My dear Makalaurë. Indeed I am back. Spent and in need of a good rest, but back I am. Eru...he had work for me.Tyelko?! You're back!! *Kano watched as Curvo came and hugged him, and this brought him back to the verge of tears, it was so good to have them all heare*
We missed you so much T-T *Kano sniffs loudly and wipes his face with Nelyo's handkerchief*
If it's from Eru, tell him I'm permanently indisposed.*A message appears in a little glass bottle above Captain Nelyafinwë's head.*
*Tiny Ghost stares in wide-eyed alarm at the captain.* "Ahoy, there, milord?! Ahoy?" *He waves a hand in front of Maedhros' face.* "YO HO HO AN' A BOTTLE OF WINE!"*A little scroll of paper, m-in-a-bottle style, comes out and unravels. It reads:*
Yer Cap'n isn't responding. What would ye fancy to do?
*Close the program
*Wait
*Curvo looks Cap'n Nelyo up and down**He looks back at the others and shrugs helplessly as Curvo taps "close program".* "If'n he folds up like this here paper, we oughta put him on a shelf, careful-like, til 'e fancies it's time t'wake up. What say you, mate Curvo?"
Aye, lil’ matey. Ya got yer fam’ly right ‘ere with ya. 🫂*Amras snuggles into the ghost hug* Thank ye, Fingon. It been a mighty long time, but I still miss 'im. Least I still got the rest o' ye to keep me company, aye?
*floats down the hallway after Amras* Good idea! He’d prob’ly appreciate somethin’ to eat. I’d help ya carry his bowl, but 9 times out a 10 I can’t hold a thing. 😅 *holds up his vaguely translucent hands in front of him to make his point**He nods, heading down the passage* Maybe it would help if we got him some of the soup.
*Fingon stops abruptly beside Amras, confused and concerned at his sudden reaction. He sniffs the air.* What? Morgoth barf? Haru’s soup? Far as I was aware, it was normal. That’s why I offered it to ya.
Ah... I wouldn't do this if I were you... *Is recalling his trip across the blue with the similarly titled wizards.*He dips the bowl in the soup, fills it, then tosses it over the rail into the sea, as though bailing out water after a storm
*Pirate Curvo jumps a bit, and stumbles back. But he is otherwise completely unfazed, his self-preservation instincts brought down to practically zero thanks to the rum.*Ossë is not impressed with the Junk Dump™️. He starts getting fussy. And when we say fussy, we mean FUSSY... entailing a series of waves swirling and kicking up and tossing the ship to and fro. Bursting to the surface in a mighty roar of water falling, he booms.* WHO UNDER ARDA'S SEA LEVEL DARES DEFILE MY DOMAIN?"
*The movement of the ship combines with the smell of the soup concoction to create a rather unpleasant effect in Amras' stomach. He stumbles to the rail, reaching out just before Osse's appearance. He tries to remain upright but is catapulted into the water. *Ossë is not impressed with the Junk Dump™️. He starts getting fussy. And when we say fussy, we mean FUSSY... entailing a series of waves swirling and kicking up and tossing the ship to and fro. Bursting to the surface in a mighty roar of water falling, he booms.* WHO UNDER ARDA'S SEA LEVEL DARES DEFILE MY DOMAIN?"
*Glorfindel winces from his position and swings from the sail masts back and forth like a modern trapeze artist.* Too late. Hold on to your pet rocks!
Ossë:*Pirate Curvo jumps a bit, and stumbles back. But he is otherwise completely unfazed, his self-preservation instincts brought down to practically zero thanks to the rum.*
*He flings the bit of soup currently in his bowl into the water, with attitude*
Curvo, emphatically, with a bold Fëanorian glare:
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*Summoned by Glorfindel's call, a second figure materializes in seafoam beside him, cradling a bundle of Fëanorian. It's Uinen!* Ossë my love, let us restore serenity to the sea.The movement of the ship combines with the smell of the soup concoction to create a rather unpleasant effect in Amras' stomach. He stumbles to the rail, reaching out just before Osse's appearance. He tries to remain upright but is catapulted into the water. *
Help me, mateys!
Ossë:
...*Proceeds to full on belly laugh, resulting in even more wavestorms...*
*Amras stops flailing and settles into Uinen's embrace. As his breathing settles, he looks up at her and cracks a sheepish grin* Thank you, my lady. As for your husband over there though:*Summoned by Glorfindel's call, a second figure materializes in seafoam beside him, cradling a bundle of Fëanorian. It's Uinen!* Ossë my love, let us restore serenity to the sea.
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