ooc- luckily i convinced Cal to change his post, otherwise there would be a very interesting response to Keal's last post....
Keal, i suggest editing your post, because you just asked Aenyral (aka Gaki) how he plans on getting dressed... not my character, Konneke (aka Neko)
I'm pretty sure that's not what you meant to do, correct? ^^; I'll just go on that assumption
ic- Konneke ignored Keal's questions for a moment, bending over to pull off her boots and stick her throwing knife through her belt. Grabbing hold of the nearest post, she started to scale up the fore mast. Hooking her legs over the metal pickets sticking out of the beam, she swung backwards so that she was looking at Keal, her face level with his albeit upside down.
"Exactly how I plan on getting dressed and sleeping is really none of your business, I think. I appreciate you not telling anyone, but do you really believe I've gotten along this far without others finding out, and haven't figured out a way to do those things? In any case, by the time I am discovered - and that's only if I'm found out, mind you - I hope for us to be too far out at sea for anyone to be able to do anything about it."
She paused and removed her cap.
"G'day," she said with an upside down mock salute with her cap. And, placing the cap back firmly onto her upside down head, Konneke swung herself back up and proceeded to nimbly climb up the rest of the way until she reached the yard of the topmost sail.
Agilely climbing a little ways out onto it, her toes clinging with dexterous ability to the sail ropes wrapped about it, she reached up to grab the backstay. Konneke remained there, looking out over the sea’s horizon, with her body rising and falling gently with the waves, the yard bearing her slight weight.
She sighed, her emerald eyes narrowed thoughtfully as she peered off into the distance.
Always look forward, never back. The past only holds pain and loneliness the determined thought washed through her head. A memory the colour of blood and filled with the scent of lilies drifted towards the surface of her mind, but she quickly clamped it down back into the depths of her subconsciousness.
After one more long look at the watery horizon, Konneke slowly made her way back down to the deck below.
ooc- arr, me 'arteys!! Here be some links to some nautical terms, arr! [img]smile.gif[/img] Rather useful, for you non-seafaring folk
http://www.unc.edu/courses/rometech/.../merch_02.html
http://www.piratesinfo.com/detail/de...94aa2e702354f1
http://www.pbenyon.plus.com/B_S_M/Sa..._No_Sails.html
http://phrontistery.50megs.com/nautical.html