@soaringcrowns said: His fingers tap the wooden railing as his mindless steering drifts them further and further down the undisturbed ripples. Treasures and overtaking other vessels proved a bore. Fruitless almost, that it was unsettling - tedious. As the captain of one of the most terrorizing sea rover ( subjective really ) you'd want something more . . . captivating. Oh but pirate treasure did just that didn't it? What stopped Sora from . . . doing something more? What else kept him across these waters? To the depths below, for some unknown reason that question allured him far greater.
What was below? A beauty far beyond those over the shore, yet others would believe those were just fairytales. Shanties of the sea. Oh but to see something - someone . . . The eager captain released the galver to entertain what he'd hope to see over the railing. Just this once . . .please do not let him be disappointed. Not when he's come all this way in search of . . . [ for that selkie ! Riku with pirate ! Sora ]
It had been the first vessel to cross these waters in days (weeks?), the fish having grown scarce, and the Selkie, having grown ravenous. The seal wasn’t the fastest creature in the ocean, much less when running on an EMPTY stomach, but Riku found motivation in the promise of a meal the moment he spotted the large ship on the horizon, throwing himself into every thrust of his tail to trail after his target. There was bound to be food aboard, of this, he knew for a FACT.
Humans traveled with loads of the stuff, sometimes even fishing out fresh catch from the sea. If Riku was LUCKY, he would manage to score an arm full of fish before he could make his escape. It was late in the night, and so surely, there would be little to no eyes up on the deck for his sneaky venture.
Except there was, a bright-eyed brunet suddenly coming to peer over the railing, eyes scanning the very waters Riku swam through with FERVOR. A part of him wanted to flee the moment he caught sight of the other, knowing his kind (to any onlooker, a mere seal) were uncommon to be seen in these parts of the waters so far from any shore, far from anyplace they could call HOME.
It was far too suspicious, and so it was with hope that he slowed his pace, diving deeper into dark waters and moving over towards the opposite side of the vessel. With the human occupied with the waters opposite of him, he felt COMFORTABLE enough to shed his pelt and make his way up onto the ship, his now human hands gripping sea-soaked rope whilst he hoisted himself upwards with great effort. Up and over the railing opposite, bare feet touched wood with careful, quiet steps, sea green gaze glued to the other’s back as he slid himself onto the deck and over towards the nearest entrance that led into the vessel’s depths below.
It was there that the humans usually kept their FOOD.
Tense, shoulders aching by how stiffly he carried himself, fingers clutched at the pelt draped across them in an effort to COMFORT himself in the midst of his mission. At the very least, should the other turn to see him, he could return to the waters in one leap, pelt safely in hand and returning to his body like a second skin because it very well was.
Only for the ship to rock against the waves, and the clumsy-footed Selkie, unused to the motions of sea faring vessels (and truly, he wasn’t the most graceful on foot to begin with), was sent TUMBLING onto the floor with a verbal yelp.
Lungs burned with the sudden and SHARP inhale he took, eyes wide and fearful as the silveret snapped his attention upright, knowing without a doubt, he had been found out.
