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The less impressed Eirini was, the more Lukos’s smirk grew. She wasn’t a sailor and the huge coils of rope neatly arranged at the four corners of the deck probably wouldn’t impress her even if she was. Under the cover of night, she wouldn’t be able to see the cleanliness of the deck and might not have recognized it as such even if he had daylight on his side. However clean the Aceton might be, it was an old ship. The deck was a wash of mismatched wooden boards where this or that had to be replaced and was done so in whatever port they’d happened to be in. Some of it was his own doing, some of it was from previous owners.
He grinned at her less than enthusiastic praise. Bracing a hip against the railing, he folded his arms and watched her eyes bounce around the deck. He was betting that she wouldn’t stay. Her lip did not curl but he’d lay money it would very soon. She was made of sterner stuff, it seemed, because instead of striding away, she asked questions.
“Do you stay onboard permanently? Or do you have lodgings elsewhere? A wife perhaps ...”
“Wife?” he laughed a little, shifting to his weight to brace against the other foot. Bypassing that question, he chose to answer her other one. “I have a home of sorts in Colchis but I’m rarely there.” He patted the railing behind him as fondly as if the ship was a dog. “This is mostly where I stay. But if I’m in port, I usually sleep in taverns. Unless there’s not room.”
The wife question made him laugh to himself again. Get a wife, huh? And invite trouble into his life when he had quite enough of that? Absolutely not. If he wanted female company, he’d pay for it and then they both knew when it was at a definite end. Of course, it had been very recently when he’d almost made an idiot of himself - but he directed his thoughts elsewhere, not wanting to dwell on Thalia.
“Your quarters, I presume? Have one of your men fetch us some wine, I wish to see your cabin.”
Lukos raised his brows. “Uh, no, those are down here.” He nodded to Catos without speaking, inclining his head towards the large square hole in the deck and the stairs that led down into darkness. There was little enough reason to repeat what she’d asked for - the man was old, not deaf. Catos squinted and tossed down his dice a little too hard, making one ricochet across the deck, but he got up and went below. It was down the same stairs Cato descended that Lukos waved Eirini towards. He drummed down them first, reaching the worn platform at the bottom to take a sharp right down a short hallway, at the end of which was the door that she wanted; the cabin.
Shadows clung to the cabin walls and Lukos worked around Eirini to get to his table where a single tallow candle stood. He lit it and the room flickered into sharp relief. His neatly made bed stood against the wall right beside the table he was leaning against. On the table’s surface were maps and star charts, various navigation instruments, a few coins keeping the maps’ corners down, and a dagger. At the far end of the room across from the bed were chains affixed to the wall. Other than a small window over the table and drawers built into the walls, there was nothing. By the foot of the bed, soaked into the wooden floorboards was a huge dark stain. It was one Lukos hadn’t ever tried to remove and he liked it there.
Catos came in with the wine and two cups but then left, not caring about their meeting. He had money to win topside and the captain could jibber jabber to his heart’s content for all the old man cared. Lukos, however, didn’t really want people to overhear and so he eased the door shut. “Glamorous, no?” he asked dryly.
It was evident she didn't find it terribly glamorous, but her continuous curiosity in his ship kept him interested. Though he was a little wary of her, she was able to stroke his vanity to such a degree that he showed her quite a lot of the ship. Nothing of illegal ilk, of course. He wasn't quite that seduced by the notion of family to give away all his secrets.
But the night went so well that by the time they parted, she going to her home and he staying aboard his ship, that he decided, as he leaned on the railing and watching her disappear into the shadows, that he might get to know his 'family'. She might be very, very useful indeed.
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The less impressed Eirini was, the more Lukos’s smirk grew. She wasn’t a sailor and the huge coils of rope neatly arranged at the four corners of the deck probably wouldn’t impress her even if she was. Under the cover of night, she wouldn’t be able to see the cleanliness of the deck and might not have recognized it as such even if he had daylight on his side. However clean the Aceton might be, it was an old ship. The deck was a wash of mismatched wooden boards where this or that had to be replaced and was done so in whatever port they’d happened to be in. Some of it was his own doing, some of it was from previous owners.
He grinned at her less than enthusiastic praise. Bracing a hip against the railing, he folded his arms and watched her eyes bounce around the deck. He was betting that she wouldn’t stay. Her lip did not curl but he’d lay money it would very soon. She was made of sterner stuff, it seemed, because instead of striding away, she asked questions.
“Do you stay onboard permanently? Or do you have lodgings elsewhere? A wife perhaps ...”
“Wife?” he laughed a little, shifting to his weight to brace against the other foot. Bypassing that question, he chose to answer her other one. “I have a home of sorts in Colchis but I’m rarely there.” He patted the railing behind him as fondly as if the ship was a dog. “This is mostly where I stay. But if I’m in port, I usually sleep in taverns. Unless there’s not room.”
The wife question made him laugh to himself again. Get a wife, huh? And invite trouble into his life when he had quite enough of that? Absolutely not. If he wanted female company, he’d pay for it and then they both knew when it was at a definite end. Of course, it had been very recently when he’d almost made an idiot of himself - but he directed his thoughts elsewhere, not wanting to dwell on Thalia.
“Your quarters, I presume? Have one of your men fetch us some wine, I wish to see your cabin.”
Lukos raised his brows. “Uh, no, those are down here.” He nodded to Catos without speaking, inclining his head towards the large square hole in the deck and the stairs that led down into darkness. There was little enough reason to repeat what she’d asked for - the man was old, not deaf. Catos squinted and tossed down his dice a little too hard, making one ricochet across the deck, but he got up and went below. It was down the same stairs Cato descended that Lukos waved Eirini towards. He drummed down them first, reaching the worn platform at the bottom to take a sharp right down a short hallway, at the end of which was the door that she wanted; the cabin.
Shadows clung to the cabin walls and Lukos worked around Eirini to get to his table where a single tallow candle stood. He lit it and the room flickered into sharp relief. His neatly made bed stood against the wall right beside the table he was leaning against. On the table’s surface were maps and star charts, various navigation instruments, a few coins keeping the maps’ corners down, and a dagger. At the far end of the room across from the bed were chains affixed to the wall. Other than a small window over the table and drawers built into the walls, there was nothing. By the foot of the bed, soaked into the wooden floorboards was a huge dark stain. It was one Lukos hadn’t ever tried to remove and he liked it there.
Catos came in with the wine and two cups but then left, not caring about their meeting. He had money to win topside and the captain could jibber jabber to his heart’s content for all the old man cared. Lukos, however, didn’t really want people to overhear and so he eased the door shut. “Glamorous, no?” he asked dryly.
It was evident she didn't find it terribly glamorous, but her continuous curiosity in his ship kept him interested. Though he was a little wary of her, she was able to stroke his vanity to such a degree that he showed her quite a lot of the ship. Nothing of illegal ilk, of course. He wasn't quite that seduced by the notion of family to give away all his secrets.
But the night went so well that by the time they parted, she going to her home and he staying aboard his ship, that he decided, as he leaned on the railing and watching her disappear into the shadows, that he might get to know his 'family'. She might be very, very useful indeed.
The less impressed Eirini was, the more Lukos’s smirk grew. She wasn’t a sailor and the huge coils of rope neatly arranged at the four corners of the deck probably wouldn’t impress her even if she was. Under the cover of night, she wouldn’t be able to see the cleanliness of the deck and might not have recognized it as such even if he had daylight on his side. However clean the Aceton might be, it was an old ship. The deck was a wash of mismatched wooden boards where this or that had to be replaced and was done so in whatever port they’d happened to be in. Some of it was his own doing, some of it was from previous owners.
He grinned at her less than enthusiastic praise. Bracing a hip against the railing, he folded his arms and watched her eyes bounce around the deck. He was betting that she wouldn’t stay. Her lip did not curl but he’d lay money it would very soon. She was made of sterner stuff, it seemed, because instead of striding away, she asked questions.
“Do you stay onboard permanently? Or do you have lodgings elsewhere? A wife perhaps ...”
“Wife?” he laughed a little, shifting to his weight to brace against the other foot. Bypassing that question, he chose to answer her other one. “I have a home of sorts in Colchis but I’m rarely there.” He patted the railing behind him as fondly as if the ship was a dog. “This is mostly where I stay. But if I’m in port, I usually sleep in taverns. Unless there’s not room.”
The wife question made him laugh to himself again. Get a wife, huh? And invite trouble into his life when he had quite enough of that? Absolutely not. If he wanted female company, he’d pay for it and then they both knew when it was at a definite end. Of course, it had been very recently when he’d almost made an idiot of himself - but he directed his thoughts elsewhere, not wanting to dwell on Thalia.
“Your quarters, I presume? Have one of your men fetch us some wine, I wish to see your cabin.”
Lukos raised his brows. “Uh, no, those are down here.” He nodded to Catos without speaking, inclining his head towards the large square hole in the deck and the stairs that led down into darkness. There was little enough reason to repeat what she’d asked for - the man was old, not deaf. Catos squinted and tossed down his dice a little too hard, making one ricochet across the deck, but he got up and went below. It was down the same stairs Cato descended that Lukos waved Eirini towards. He drummed down them first, reaching the worn platform at the bottom to take a sharp right down a short hallway, at the end of which was the door that she wanted; the cabin.
Shadows clung to the cabin walls and Lukos worked around Eirini to get to his table where a single tallow candle stood. He lit it and the room flickered into sharp relief. His neatly made bed stood against the wall right beside the table he was leaning against. On the table’s surface were maps and star charts, various navigation instruments, a few coins keeping the maps’ corners down, and a dagger. At the far end of the room across from the bed were chains affixed to the wall. Other than a small window over the table and drawers built into the walls, there was nothing. By the foot of the bed, soaked into the wooden floorboards was a huge dark stain. It was one Lukos hadn’t ever tried to remove and he liked it there.
Catos came in with the wine and two cups but then left, not caring about their meeting. He had money to win topside and the captain could jibber jabber to his heart’s content for all the old man cared. Lukos, however, didn’t really want people to overhear and so he eased the door shut. “Glamorous, no?” he asked dryly.
It was evident she didn't find it terribly glamorous, but her continuous curiosity in his ship kept him interested. Though he was a little wary of her, she was able to stroke his vanity to such a degree that he showed her quite a lot of the ship. Nothing of illegal ilk, of course. He wasn't quite that seduced by the notion of family to give away all his secrets.
But the night went so well that by the time they parted, she going to her home and he staying aboard his ship, that he decided, as he leaned on the railing and watching her disappear into the shadows, that he might get to know his 'family'. She might be very, very useful indeed.