49th Ashan, Arc 717
The cool sea breeze was refreshing as it hit Elijah's face. His hair wobbled under the force of the air currents passing him by as he readied his fishing net. He needed to gather himself some fresh food and what better and cheaper way than to catch it yourself. He was currently torn on whether to take the sloop out though or whether just to remain here at the docks and fish from a pier. Either way he would catch something or not but one way would mean he got to see the beauty of the ocean outside the walls again.
He moved the fishing net around in his hand and considered what he would do. The weather was relatively calm, no strong winds and no rain. It was cloudy but the temperature was warm and from looking at the water in the docks he knew it was high tide. So he knew he had plenty of water to get out with but he might have to remain out of the port until the tides had gone out and back in again. That was not so bad as he had an anchor and of course he also had his bed and food onboard. So he could come up along the coast somewhere and wait if need be. Still perhaps it would be better just to remain on dry land.
He began to pace along the water front between a large post, used to tie off boats, and his sloop. He wished he had some alcohol, his decision would be much easier if he had a mug of cider in his hands. Finally, after a few bits of pacing, he decided he would go out on the sloop, take some time to see his beloved sea and sail his adored sloop. The ocean did often call to him, almost as much as the bars in town after time at sea. Even nearly as much as the women in all their natural unmatched beauty.
So he climbed aboard his vessel and began to prepare, stowing his fishing net back in the cabin below deck. First he made sure all his mast was sturdy, leaning against it and checking for any warping or cracking. Once he was satisfied that was fine he moved onto the boom, making sure it was still well connecting and wasn't going to break from the mast when the sailing began. Finally he checked the main sail and the jib, searching for holes or tears and then checking the ties to the mast and boom. Everything was seeming good.
"Perfect, time to get back out among the waves old friend." He addressed the sloop with a smile and a pat on the hull as he prepared to untie from the piers and hoist the sails.
The cool sea breeze was refreshing as it hit Elijah's face. His hair wobbled under the force of the air currents passing him by as he readied his fishing net. He needed to gather himself some fresh food and what better and cheaper way than to catch it yourself. He was currently torn on whether to take the sloop out though or whether just to remain here at the docks and fish from a pier. Either way he would catch something or not but one way would mean he got to see the beauty of the ocean outside the walls again.
He moved the fishing net around in his hand and considered what he would do. The weather was relatively calm, no strong winds and no rain. It was cloudy but the temperature was warm and from looking at the water in the docks he knew it was high tide. So he knew he had plenty of water to get out with but he might have to remain out of the port until the tides had gone out and back in again. That was not so bad as he had an anchor and of course he also had his bed and food onboard. So he could come up along the coast somewhere and wait if need be. Still perhaps it would be better just to remain on dry land.
He began to pace along the water front between a large post, used to tie off boats, and his sloop. He wished he had some alcohol, his decision would be much easier if he had a mug of cider in his hands. Finally, after a few bits of pacing, he decided he would go out on the sloop, take some time to see his beloved sea and sail his adored sloop. The ocean did often call to him, almost as much as the bars in town after time at sea. Even nearly as much as the women in all their natural unmatched beauty.
So he climbed aboard his vessel and began to prepare, stowing his fishing net back in the cabin below deck. First he made sure all his mast was sturdy, leaning against it and checking for any warping or cracking. Once he was satisfied that was fine he moved onto the boom, making sure it was still well connecting and wasn't going to break from the mast when the sailing began. Finally he checked the main sail and the jib, searching for holes or tears and then checking the ties to the mast and boom. Everything was seeming good.
"Perfect, time to get back out among the waves old friend." He addressed the sloop with a smile and a pat on the hull as he prepared to untie from the piers and hoist the sails.