The bustling of feet on the deck above could be heard below like thudding hammers hitting the deck as the crew hustled and bustled to get in place for the day to come on the ship.  This was not heard so well in the holds though where the cannons were held and cargo stored. It was here where two of the more exotic of the crew could be found when not on deck and it was here where they were now. The two had been on Alestorm’s ship for a decent while now, at least a summer or two by now but even in the standing service the pair had not moved up in rank beyond simple crew.<br/>A lot of this had to do with their reputation and their acclimation to one another. If one rose too high then the other was left alone as far it concerned to one another and so they simply refused all advancement though it didn’t mean they were particularly slouches, Akilah at least was a hard worker and well known social butterfly on the ship. The pair was currently in their own little ‘bunk’ they had claimed almost immediately upon arriving on the ship for the first time. It wasn’t so much a bunk as it was simply a shelf used for storage of goods at one point but was long empty when they found it so they two repurposed it. A dark blue silk from their homeland hung loosely over the cubbyhole obscuring them from eyesight while they slept or changed.<br/><br/>Currently Akilah was huddled close to her friend Taszu on the shelf, her mocha-toned arm wrapped around the smaller woman from behind. Her other long, lanky arm hanged limply off of the shelf causing her long delicate fingers to sweep the cold planks of the floor. On her thin wrist was a silver bangle that caught the light just ever so slightly, the brilliant floral pattern etched on her skin that ran from her fingers to her shoulder and back ever present. Most observant crew members would note that this same bangle would have switched hands more than once or twice a week between the pair. Was it a game they played perhaps? A sign of commitment or relationship?  The meaning of it was just as obtuse as the actual depth of their relationship and only added to their deserved reputation on the ship.<br/><br/>Cards were strewn amongst the floor and over the sprawled out tangle of limbs that was both women from their nightly game to decide who slept on the side of the ‘bunk’ that had a wall. Of course more often than not Akilah lost on purpose so she had an excuse to rest closer to Taszu…. Not that she would admit it to herself even. The tall, mocha- skinned woman clung fast to the smaller, rougher looking pirate and her nose was buried deep in the collar bone of her friend, nuzzling slightly as she shifted in her sleep. The murmurs and pleased little coo she made indicated it was quite the dream indeed, as did the slight flush on her cheeks.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>