Vasanistís stands on the bowsprit looking over the ocean. His white hair flowing in the early morning air as he watched the sun rise. For once not having his hat or jacket on.
Theon floated near the surface of the water, basking in the warmth of the sun. He heard the sound of a ship approaching and began swim towards it.
Vasanistís sighs when he is called over to give instructions.
Theon dove under the water, swimming closer under the ship, then grabbed it’s hull, allowing himself to be pulled along.
“Crew’s ready for ya Captain”, Morgan called, tuneing his mandolin ass he sat on a barrel.
“Get off you arse Morgan. Your working today.” Vanaistís says as he walks by. AS he does he grabs his coat and hat and puts them on.
Theon popped his head out of the water and watched Vanatistis walk off, then turned his attention to Morgan. Using the hull of the ship as leverage, he pulled part of his upper-body out of the water, “‘Hoy!” He called up to him and waved, “Hey, Monsieur pirate, look down here!”
Vanaistís pauses from a second hearing a voice he didn’t recognize but he just shakes his head and continues to walk.
Placing his instrument down, Morgan stood and peered down “hoy there” he greeted.
Theon grinned and playfully flipped his tail out of the water, “‘Ello there, Monsieur! Tell me, what direction is this ship going? I might tag along for a while, at least if you’re not heading into cold water.”
Morgon smiles down at Theon “you should be careful around here, captain not to happy bout mer peoples.”
Theon cocks his head, “Eh? That’s odd.” he said, shifting to float on his back, “Aren’t most sailors pretty into us, or at least mermaids for that matter?” he shrugged, “Although, that in itself is a little weird as well…”
“Morgan! What did I tell you!” Vanaistís yells from across the ship his hands on his hips not looking happy.
Theon frowns, “Ah, he sounds pissed.” He sighed slightly, “You should probably see to him before he has a stroke.” His smile returns as he looked back at Morgan, “I’ll be around.” waved then ducked under the water once again.
Morgan straightens, “just checking for hangers on captain.” Morgan calls, making a show of checking the rigging.