The captain looked out over the deck of his ship and sighed. They were still far enough north that his breath fogged in the chill air. The grey overcast day did not help his mood eaither. Having to send letters home to sailors families when they died was never a good thing. To top it off this time he had two letters to send. Even if he was a merchantman and not a warship accidents happened on occasion. This trip appeared to be one of those occasions.
The trade route between Stormwind and the Borean Tundra was very profitable. Not as profitable as it was during the war with the Lich King, but still quite good given the new wave of pioneers heading up there to establish new towns in the cleared out areas. Some of his sailors were part of those very families who had went north to seek their fortunes and found them with him.
Davidson his look out had been found a few days ago in the crows nest. He had been frozen solid. Apprently the man had gone up for night watch with his favorite whiskey to keep him warm and it had caused him to pass out and freeze to death. Morning watch had found the poor man up there and had to carry him down, no easy feat as he had been utterly solid. The look on his face had been one of blissful contentment, apprently he had not suffered any.
He scratched his beard absently as he watched his one passenger come up on deck. A mousey little thing he had picked up in port. Apparently heading back south to visit family. His mind turned from her to Trevor. A gunnery captain found lieing on one of his cannons, a nearby porthole open just enough to let the cold air in and freeze the poor man, it was in fact this very cold air that had alerted the crew to the open hatch, one that had been open all night. The cold had apprently seeped into the man deepening his slumber, til he never woke up.
Once again the mans eyes drifted to the ghost like girl who stood at the rail looking out at the water. Her white hair tucked into her hood, though a few strands peeked out. She could not be all that old, a late teenager at most. The captain pursed his lips. He needed to make sure he stayed warm at night and of course had to make sure his passenger arrived in good health, it was just good buissness.
Rhiminee looked up as the much older man approached her.
"Good evening captain."
She said to him in her quiet voice as he approched her.
"I feel so sorry about those poor men. Are we safe? Will we all freeze?"
He put on a disarming smile.
"My dear passenger we will all make it back just fine. Those men died to mistakes on their part. That is part of what I wanted to talk to you about. My room has a gnomish heating unit and I would like to invite you to share it. If you would join me at dinner tonight?"
The girl looked a bit aprehensive.
"It's true you have been so nice to me, but would that be proper? To be in your room alone with you?"
He nodded once.
"We are just having a meal together, and making sure you are warm for the night when you return to your own rooms."
She tilted her head studying him with those eyes the same color as the sky around them.
"Very well. I will come at dinnertime then."
The captain smiled and went to his room to prepare. The girl was obviously some pioneers daughter who before the trip up north had never been more then a legue or two from home. It would be easy enough to talk her into a kiss or two, and maybe more then just that gnomish contraption warming her she could warm his bed.
Time passed and as the sun started to set the girl arrived. The captain blinked at her. She had always worn that cloak that covered her almost head to foot, but now he saw her in a normal peasants dress of blue and white. Her hair hanging down to her shoulders. Her grey eyes a bit worried. He put her at ease with witty conversation. She seemed to pick at her meal and the captain despaired a bit. while there were no true luxeries on the ship he had the best there was prepared for this meal.
As the conversation lagged he watched her go and look out a porthole at the somewhat stormy sea. The eaves as grey as the skies moving about under the ship. She put her arms around herself and shivered a bit. Sensing his oppertunity he walked over to her and put his arms around her. She stiffened a bit and then relaxed. He turned her about and she looked up at him with almost childlike curiosity. He could feel the pull to her and slowly leaned his head down when she put a hand on his chest.
"You really mustn't. It would not be proper. What would your wife think?"
The trade route between Stormwind and the Borean Tundra was very profitable. Not as profitable as it was during the war with the Lich King, but still quite good given the new wave of pioneers heading up there to establish new towns in the cleared out areas. Some of his sailors were part of those very families who had went north to seek their fortunes and found them with him.
Davidson his look out had been found a few days ago in the crows nest. He had been frozen solid. Apprently the man had gone up for night watch with his favorite whiskey to keep him warm and it had caused him to pass out and freeze to death. Morning watch had found the poor man up there and had to carry him down, no easy feat as he had been utterly solid. The look on his face had been one of blissful contentment, apprently he had not suffered any.
He scratched his beard absently as he watched his one passenger come up on deck. A mousey little thing he had picked up in port. Apparently heading back south to visit family. His mind turned from her to Trevor. A gunnery captain found lieing on one of his cannons, a nearby porthole open just enough to let the cold air in and freeze the poor man, it was in fact this very cold air that had alerted the crew to the open hatch, one that had been open all night. The cold had apprently seeped into the man deepening his slumber, til he never woke up.
Once again the mans eyes drifted to the ghost like girl who stood at the rail looking out at the water. Her white hair tucked into her hood, though a few strands peeked out. She could not be all that old, a late teenager at most. The captain pursed his lips. He needed to make sure he stayed warm at night and of course had to make sure his passenger arrived in good health, it was just good buissness.
Rhiminee looked up as the much older man approached her.
"Good evening captain."
She said to him in her quiet voice as he approched her.
"I feel so sorry about those poor men. Are we safe? Will we all freeze?"
He put on a disarming smile.
"My dear passenger we will all make it back just fine. Those men died to mistakes on their part. That is part of what I wanted to talk to you about. My room has a gnomish heating unit and I would like to invite you to share it. If you would join me at dinner tonight?"
The girl looked a bit aprehensive.
"It's true you have been so nice to me, but would that be proper? To be in your room alone with you?"
He nodded once.
"We are just having a meal together, and making sure you are warm for the night when you return to your own rooms."
She tilted her head studying him with those eyes the same color as the sky around them.
"Very well. I will come at dinnertime then."
The captain smiled and went to his room to prepare. The girl was obviously some pioneers daughter who before the trip up north had never been more then a legue or two from home. It would be easy enough to talk her into a kiss or two, and maybe more then just that gnomish contraption warming her she could warm his bed.
Time passed and as the sun started to set the girl arrived. The captain blinked at her. She had always worn that cloak that covered her almost head to foot, but now he saw her in a normal peasants dress of blue and white. Her hair hanging down to her shoulders. Her grey eyes a bit worried. He put her at ease with witty conversation. She seemed to pick at her meal and the captain despaired a bit. while there were no true luxeries on the ship he had the best there was prepared for this meal.
As the conversation lagged he watched her go and look out a porthole at the somewhat stormy sea. The eaves as grey as the skies moving about under the ship. She put her arms around herself and shivered a bit. Sensing his oppertunity he walked over to her and put his arms around her. She stiffened a bit and then relaxed. He turned her about and she looked up at him with almost childlike curiosity. He could feel the pull to her and slowly leaned his head down when she put a hand on his chest.
"You really mustn't. It would not be proper. What would your wife think?"
