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Faith watched forward with her crossbow ready as they got closer to the vessel, her attention focused on trying to spot anyone who might be left behind on the ship ahead of them. No matter how much she scanned, she could not make out anyone there so she did not speak or fire her crossbow, just kept looking. They got to the larger vessel and tied off their small rowboat.
Of course he wanted to go up the ladder first and Faith shot a quick smile to him, but then there was the very serious business of climbing. Like Padraig in front of her, Faith was very careful as she climbed up behind him, making sure that her gladius did not clatter or bang and she made the least amount of noise she could. Slow, she discovered, was frustrating but the most efficient means of scaling this ladder. So, slow it was.
Once they got up there, they took cover but it quickly became obvious that they had been spotted and Padraig whispered to her what to do. "But what...." Faith asked, and go no further as he then stood up and engaged the pirate in one to one combat. She knew that she should be irritated at him for that, that they were supposed to work together. However, this was working together and the bond that the two of them now shared, thanks to Padraig's mark from Qylios meant that he knew when she felt an overwhelming swell of pride in his actions.
He fought the man and Faith had to get these strings cut. It was here that she discovered the difference between strings and ropes was more than just in the word, but that the thickness mattered. Still, her job was her job and the gladius she carried was a masterwork weapon, so it was sharp and well cared for. Faith went about cutting the ropes and was pleased that the dagger was as sharp as it was. Still, though, it got caught in the rope itself, snagging on the twine and she had to tug at it.
Glancing around as she did that, Faith was keeping an eye on Padraig and as she did she spied another pirate kneeling behind some crates and taking aim with a crossbow. Faith's heart jumped into her throat and she gave one mighty yank of the gladius she was holding. The idea was that she would free it from the snagged rope, then attack the pirate before he saw her.
However, this was a date, and more than that, it was a date between the two of them. This was the closest to romance that they ever got so, when she looked back on it Faith would not be surprised at the fact that the gladius cut the last of the rope as she gave a mighty tug and then, for her, there was a quiet whooshing sound and the world went white at the same time as a very loud crash.
What Padraig saw, as he turned around was that Faith had, indeed, cut one of the ropes which made up the rigging. The boom had dropped, somewhat fortuitously splatting the pirate Faith had spied just trill before but even more luckily missing her by about half an inch. If that. Faith, however, was completely oblivious to how close she'd just come to being flattened as she buried underneath yards of thick sails and had no idea what had happened. "Padraig! There's another pirate!" came the muffled yell and then Faith started to try and find her way out, totally unsuccessfully.
"I'm trapped!" came the half angry, half pitiful cry. "I'm cutting! Stay away from me in case I cut you. That would be about a perfect," she speared her gladius in front of her, "ending to this date!" Dragging the gladius, she was busy cutting herself out of the sails she was buried beneath, but the sheer amount of sail meant that she was going to be quite some time without help as she struggled to emerge with some dignity intact.
The rest of the ship stood, thankfully, empty.
Of course he wanted to go up the ladder first and Faith shot a quick smile to him, but then there was the very serious business of climbing. Like Padraig in front of her, Faith was very careful as she climbed up behind him, making sure that her gladius did not clatter or bang and she made the least amount of noise she could. Slow, she discovered, was frustrating but the most efficient means of scaling this ladder. So, slow it was.
Once they got up there, they took cover but it quickly became obvious that they had been spotted and Padraig whispered to her what to do. "But what...." Faith asked, and go no further as he then stood up and engaged the pirate in one to one combat. She knew that she should be irritated at him for that, that they were supposed to work together. However, this was working together and the bond that the two of them now shared, thanks to Padraig's mark from Qylios meant that he knew when she felt an overwhelming swell of pride in his actions.
He fought the man and Faith had to get these strings cut. It was here that she discovered the difference between strings and ropes was more than just in the word, but that the thickness mattered. Still, her job was her job and the gladius she carried was a masterwork weapon, so it was sharp and well cared for. Faith went about cutting the ropes and was pleased that the dagger was as sharp as it was. Still, though, it got caught in the rope itself, snagging on the twine and she had to tug at it.
Glancing around as she did that, Faith was keeping an eye on Padraig and as she did she spied another pirate kneeling behind some crates and taking aim with a crossbow. Faith's heart jumped into her throat and she gave one mighty yank of the gladius she was holding. The idea was that she would free it from the snagged rope, then attack the pirate before he saw her.
However, this was a date, and more than that, it was a date between the two of them. This was the closest to romance that they ever got so, when she looked back on it Faith would not be surprised at the fact that the gladius cut the last of the rope as she gave a mighty tug and then, for her, there was a quiet whooshing sound and the world went white at the same time as a very loud crash.
What Padraig saw, as he turned around was that Faith had, indeed, cut one of the ropes which made up the rigging. The boom had dropped, somewhat fortuitously splatting the pirate Faith had spied just trill before but even more luckily missing her by about half an inch. If that. Faith, however, was completely oblivious to how close she'd just come to being flattened as she buried underneath yards of thick sails and had no idea what had happened. "Padraig! There's another pirate!" came the muffled yell and then Faith started to try and find her way out, totally unsuccessfully.
"I'm trapped!" came the half angry, half pitiful cry. "I'm cutting! Stay away from me in case I cut you. That would be about a perfect," she speared her gladius in front of her, "ending to this date!" Dragging the gladius, she was busy cutting herself out of the sails she was buried beneath, but the sheer amount of sail meant that she was going to be quite some time without help as she struggled to emerge with some dignity intact.
The rest of the ship stood, thankfully, empty.
