○ Common ○ Rakahi ○
8th Trial of Vhalar, Arc 716
Commotion sounded on the deck of the ship, loud yelling echoing out against the hull and over the waves that reached everywhere the eye could see. A language, Rakahi, was being shouted from an angry, female voice as noise of something breaking woke all who still lay dormant in their beds. “By the Fates... Who's making all the sarding noise?” Haraji grumbled, clomping up the wooden stairs in half laced, leather boots. Caed was already awake and on deck with a rather expensive looking fishing poll in hand, cast to the waves in hopes of catching tonight's dinner. He nodded toward the mast of the ship where a small female with chocolate brown hair stood over a giant of a man.
“Who do you think be makin' such russ at the 7th break?” The corner of Caed's mouth turned up before his attention went back to the ocean.
Haraji frowned, his eyes shifting to a glimmering shade of red with annoyance, “Oi, yah rookid wench! Keep it down!”
He was only offered a sideways glance from Freya, one that spoke volumes of anger, before he watched as she pulled her foot back and kicked the tankard next to Gorroc onto the man, spilling what ale was left in it onto him. Gorroc shot up from his resting place against the mast, towering over the Biqaj with a fierceness that spoke violence in a few short trills.
“Woah, woah, woah..!” Haraji muttered, stepping hastily to the two who were now in each others faces.
Freya glared icy red eyes to the giant, her words hissing at him in deep Rakahi, “I should throw your fekking arse overboard, you sarding foul born! You think this ship is a buffet to sate your hunger and quench your thirst?! The ale is to be rationed!” She yelled.
“And I said, piss off!” He grunted at her, his hands coming up to shove the woman back.
Freya stumbled back and landed on her ass, effectively surprising her just as Haraji got to them. He stood between the two with his arms up, as if that was going to prevent her from attacking Gorroc, or at least trying to...
“What the— Freya!”
She'd launched herself at Gorroc, springing up from the deck and running at him with such haste that it knocked the air out of both people when she tackled him back into the mast. Haraji was already on her, grasping her petite shoulders and pulling her back even as she continued to swing her fists at the giant.
“You bitch!” Gorroc yelled, his words slurred.
“Knock it off, you idiots! We're on a ship!” Haraji tried to reason with them, still dragging Freya from Gorroc while the man used her leg to pull her back. She kicked him in the nose, thrashing against the man who held her.
“Tell that sarding cunt to lay off the kegs! He drank through an entire one last night!”
Qyona appeared next to Haraji and was upon Gorroc when he lifted his body up to go after Freya. With a quick shove to the chest, the drunk Lotharro was back on his butt, cursing the air and everyone who could hear him. The raven haired woman said nothing as her foot rested on Gorroc's throat.
Haraji tossed Freya back further from the scene, pushing her away even as she tried to go at the giant again, “Knock it off, Freya. What do you think you're going to do?”
“Beat him to a bloody pulp..!”
“With what, these?” He held her hand up, tiny and lightly callused, which she jerked away.
“Don't touch me...” Fisting her hand, Freya turned, “Tell that bastard I better not find anymore missing kegs from the storage or he'll be swimming with the sharks. I swear it to the Immortals themselves.” Then she turned and stormed off toward the other end of the ship, putting what little distance she could from the crew.
Caed still stood in his spot, fishing. He was grinning with amusement when Valkan would finally come to investigate the racket. “Sleep well?” The man would greet the other. “Yah might be wantin' to stay away from them folk. They be acclimatin' slow to the sea, yah know.”