Post by Sybille Hogarth on Aug 12, 2015 2:16:19 GMT
Open to all!
A flurry fluttered around the docks, and this time it wasn't Sbyille's drunken dances.
This time.
Sybille had been wondering past the ocean's spray. The crew she had latest sailed with had departed, leaving her to wonder in her home town, aimlessly, until she decided to hop aboard another ship and start her adventures once again. Thoughts of age were no strangers to her mind, and she wondered how a captain might react to someone as old as she was trying to gain a part. They might blow her off as if she were not able - but she still had a spring in her step and energy coursing through her bones. She was more than capable.
A squak brought her back down from the clouds of her mind however, and her black eyes met those of a bird, bright white with its feathers all puffed forward, and large enough that it could have matched a small dog in height, if its towering crest was up. Its perch seemed to be on the edge of a shipping crate, and between the curling toes of one of its grey talons was a good sized clam, locked firmly together in defiance of the cockatoo's attempts to break into its edible center.
"Want a cracker?" It cawed, craning its neck to the side, blinking once at Sybille, who had since stopped still.
"Sorry lil' birdie, I don't 'ave no'in ta give ya!" She replied with a chuckle, "Al'ough, I don' think we see mucha yer kind 'round these par's!"
"Cracker?" It repeated, and bounced its head up and down towards the clam within its grasp.
A light flickered in Sybille's eyes as she snickered. "Somefink tells me you ain't wan'in' wha' I'm thin'in yer sayin'.." Her eyes scanned the dock's boardwalk, and latched onto a displaced piece of driftwood that she swiftly grabbed and twirled behind her back before catching it in the other hand. "You wan' me ta open tha' for ya', righ'?"
"Want a cracker?"
"Well then, yer gonna hafta stand back, lil' birdie."
Thwack! The driftwood collided with the crate, reducing it to splinters and shards, and the clam shattered into pieces revealing its succulent inside. The bird sntached it it's beak and swallowed happily.
"Howzzat fer ya, birdie?" Sybille asked as she rested the wood on her shoulders and marveled at her own handy work.
"Hey!" A burly dock worker called after from the distance "What do you think you're DOING?"
"Aye, looks li'e we got some par'y pooers!'" The old woman said with a chuckle and darted in the other direction. The cockatoo flew after her and hovered right above her shoulder, yelling unbelievably vulgar obscenaties at the man who proceeded to chase after their tail.
"Heh, I like you, lil' birdie." Sybille murmured between breaths as she ran in response to the birds words. "What's your name?"
The bird only clicked its tongue.
"Jethro it is. Welcome to the crew!"
A flurry fluttered around the docks, and this time it wasn't Sbyille's drunken dances.
This time.
Sybille had been wondering past the ocean's spray. The crew she had latest sailed with had departed, leaving her to wonder in her home town, aimlessly, until she decided to hop aboard another ship and start her adventures once again. Thoughts of age were no strangers to her mind, and she wondered how a captain might react to someone as old as she was trying to gain a part. They might blow her off as if she were not able - but she still had a spring in her step and energy coursing through her bones. She was more than capable.
A squak brought her back down from the clouds of her mind however, and her black eyes met those of a bird, bright white with its feathers all puffed forward, and large enough that it could have matched a small dog in height, if its towering crest was up. Its perch seemed to be on the edge of a shipping crate, and between the curling toes of one of its grey talons was a good sized clam, locked firmly together in defiance of the cockatoo's attempts to break into its edible center.
"Want a cracker?" It cawed, craning its neck to the side, blinking once at Sybille, who had since stopped still.
"Sorry lil' birdie, I don't 'ave no'in ta give ya!" She replied with a chuckle, "Al'ough, I don' think we see mucha yer kind 'round these par's!"
"Cracker?" It repeated, and bounced its head up and down towards the clam within its grasp.
A light flickered in Sybille's eyes as she snickered. "Somefink tells me you ain't wan'in' wha' I'm thin'in yer sayin'.." Her eyes scanned the dock's boardwalk, and latched onto a displaced piece of driftwood that she swiftly grabbed and twirled behind her back before catching it in the other hand. "You wan' me ta open tha' for ya', righ'?"
"Want a cracker?"
"Well then, yer gonna hafta stand back, lil' birdie."
Thwack! The driftwood collided with the crate, reducing it to splinters and shards, and the clam shattered into pieces revealing its succulent inside. The bird sntached it it's beak and swallowed happily.
"Howzzat fer ya, birdie?" Sybille asked as she rested the wood on her shoulders and marveled at her own handy work.
"Hey!" A burly dock worker called after from the distance "What do you think you're DOING?"
"Aye, looks li'e we got some par'y pooers!'" The old woman said with a chuckle and darted in the other direction. The cockatoo flew after her and hovered right above her shoulder, yelling unbelievably vulgar obscenaties at the man who proceeded to chase after their tail.
"Heh, I like you, lil' birdie." Sybille murmured between breaths as she ran in response to the birds words. "What's your name?"
The bird only clicked its tongue.
"Jethro it is. Welcome to the crew!"