Genesis 025
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Title~ Holiday
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ The whole damn lot of 'em are mine =D
Notes~ Genesis 025. Brought on by going up the Murray River on a houseboat with the family unit end of last year. So relaxing~ *^^* You just know the archers would ruin it X3
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“Right, that’s my hour done.” Ulkar gave an exaggerated stretch and flopped into the deck chair, kicking his sandals off in the process.
“You’re up, Nol.”
“I’m royalty. I don’t do ships.”
“And I’m your General. You’re up, Highness,” Rau told him, grinning at the last and closing his eyes again.
The prince sighed heavily, but climbed to his feet nonetheless to take control of the wheel.
“Look at it this way, Nol,” Ulkar reasoned, crossing his arms behind and relaxing back in his chair, “It’s not a sail boat.”
“If it was a sail boat, nobody would be on it.”
“Ship,” Kurae corrected, emerging from the ship’s coal room and dusting his hands on his pants. He selected a deck chair and dropped into it, glancing around for a moment. “Where are the rest of the blue shirts?”
Nol jerked a thumb upstairs. “Top deck.”
“Archers!” the chef called, not bothering to turn his head to wait for them to peer over the edge of the top deck, “We need fish, preferably salmon.”
The prince slumped against the wheel and cast Kurae a disparaging look. “You couldn’t wait an hour, could you?”
Kurae shook his head. “No, because I want to dock and start cooking in half an hour. I don’t want to be cooking in the dark.”
The three remaining archers appeared from the inner sanctum, bows in hand. Their arrows, on the other hand, were quite different to the standard red-fletched shaft of wood. These ones were made of steel rods, and with a long, thin cord tied to the ends.
“You’re not serious,” Rau muttered, cracking his eyes open and sitting up as straight as his deck chair would allow. “I told you all specifically, no weaponry.”
“You also said to bring some form of entertainment,” Gylepi defended.
“I meant something like a book or a deck of cards, not your weapon of choice.”
Garuk shook his head. “Not really weapon of choice.” He held up one of the steel arrows with a grin. “Harpoons, just for fishing.”
Rau sighed and rested back in his chair, waving a dismissive hand. “Majesty gives us a week off and you lot use it for target practice. Couldn’t bring rods and nets like a normal fisherman, could you?”
“Aeia no,” all four archers chorused at once.
“Did you expect any less of us?” Gylepi added, nocking one of his harpoons into his bow. “Fishing rods take too long, no skill involved.”
There were three simultaneous fwip noises as the steel arrows were released into the water.
“Aeia damn it,” Gylepi muttered.
Garuk grinned and hauled his flapping fish on board. “Kurae, how many do you need?”
Kurae observed Garuk’s catch. “Another two that size should do it.”
“Right, that’s my job for the day done then.” He prized the steel arrowhead carefully from the dying salmon, its mouth gaping as it tried to suck in water that wasn’t there. “Fishing’s easier than the fishermen make it out to be.”
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ The whole damn lot of 'em are mine =D
Notes~ Genesis 025. Brought on by going up the Murray River on a houseboat with the family unit end of last year. So relaxing~ *^^* You just know the archers would ruin it X3
“Right, that’s my hour done.” Ulkar gave an exaggerated stretch and flopped into the deck chair, kicking his sandals off in the process.
“You’re up, Nol.”
“I’m royalty. I don’t do ships.”
“And I’m your General. You’re up, Highness,” Rau told him, grinning at the last and closing his eyes again.
The prince sighed heavily, but climbed to his feet nonetheless to take control of the wheel.
“Look at it this way, Nol,” Ulkar reasoned, crossing his arms behind and relaxing back in his chair, “It’s not a sail boat.”
“If it was a sail boat, nobody would be on it.”
“Ship,” Kurae corrected, emerging from the ship’s coal room and dusting his hands on his pants. He selected a deck chair and dropped into it, glancing around for a moment. “Where are the rest of the blue shirts?”
Nol jerked a thumb upstairs. “Top deck.”
“Archers!” the chef called, not bothering to turn his head to wait for them to peer over the edge of the top deck, “We need fish, preferably salmon.”
The prince slumped against the wheel and cast Kurae a disparaging look. “You couldn’t wait an hour, could you?”
Kurae shook his head. “No, because I want to dock and start cooking in half an hour. I don’t want to be cooking in the dark.”
The three remaining archers appeared from the inner sanctum, bows in hand. Their arrows, on the other hand, were quite different to the standard red-fletched shaft of wood. These ones were made of steel rods, and with a long, thin cord tied to the ends.
“You’re not serious,” Rau muttered, cracking his eyes open and sitting up as straight as his deck chair would allow. “I told you all specifically, no weaponry.”
“You also said to bring some form of entertainment,” Gylepi defended.
“I meant something like a book or a deck of cards, not your weapon of choice.”
Garuk shook his head. “Not really weapon of choice.” He held up one of the steel arrows with a grin. “Harpoons, just for fishing.”
Rau sighed and rested back in his chair, waving a dismissive hand. “Majesty gives us a week off and you lot use it for target practice. Couldn’t bring rods and nets like a normal fisherman, could you?”
“Aeia no,” all four archers chorused at once.
“Did you expect any less of us?” Gylepi added, nocking one of his harpoons into his bow. “Fishing rods take too long, no skill involved.”
There were three simultaneous fwip noises as the steel arrows were released into the water.
“Aeia damn it,” Gylepi muttered.
Garuk grinned and hauled his flapping fish on board. “Kurae, how many do you need?”
Kurae observed Garuk’s catch. “Another two that size should do it.”
“Right, that’s my job for the day done then.” He prized the steel arrowhead carefully from the dying salmon, its mouth gaping as it tried to suck in water that wasn’t there. “Fishing’s easier than the fishermen make it out to be.”
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Date: 2006-01-07 04:47 am (UTC)They're really quite terrible at relaxing for an extended period of time XD;
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