It’s amazing what loud thunderous sounds can be emitted by such a small tattooed creature.  The sawing timber was enough to drown out part of the bustling above deck, but not all. Taszu shimmies a bit, making a particularly adorable ‘lippie –smackie’ noise, before sighing and wiggling herself into place against the warm body behind her.   The snoring ceases and is replaced with happy little mewls of pleasure.  The subconscious pirate simply feels warm…and safe. After a few minutes a particularly loud noise is heard on deck which causes the small woman to jostle from her slumber just a bit.<br/><br/>Taszu doesn’t move, existing in that blissful state between sleeping and existence, the dream realm where the world is more of a figurative thing then something one can actually take part in. She was having a particularly pleasant dream when the noise roused her enough to be pulled from it, so in that blissful state of knowing she’s ‘home’ and safe she  trys to prolong the dream. A foot in both worlds…Taszu’s ultimate goal in life- “For to eating the cakes , and having them too. “ as she’d say.  A life of leisure built on as little work as possible. She had that life...except it was filled with dangerous, and often times hard work, which really wasn't what she wanted at all..on paper.<br/>She notices a few things as she slowly rouses awake.  Firstly, she is warm.  Of course she’s warm. She cheats.  The card game they played - constantly- was always for high stakes.- Who washes the bedding, who does the laundry, whose turn is it to teach weasel a new swear word in their native tongue..but most of all, the game was played nightly to determine who slept on the side of the bed with a hole in it.  More or less, who got to freeze their ass off all night, and who stayed warm.  Sure..it would be easiest just to split their living space….but that wasn’t their style.  What one did..so did the other.  It wasn’t that they one was calling the shots and the other was easily led, far from it actually.<br/><br/>The dynamic of Taszu and Akilahs friendship was…unique.   They bickered and argued like an old married couple, would constantly try to make the other look a fool in front of the rest of the crew, and even  scream at each other if the mood took them.  But this was behavior reserved only for the other..if anyone else so much as –looked- at one of them with a snide look or a rude remark that the other didn’t find funny…well…they both had stabbed men for less.  They shared the bond of a married couple, yet they rarely if –ever- showed outward affection.  There were no hugs in public. Not shows of ownership..just an ..odd camaraderie that asked more questions the more it answered.<br/><br/>So as Taszu grins at her apparent victory from the previous night. ( She never did understand why Akilahs skill in the game went to shit every night just before bed. Taszu always won their nightly games. Of course she cheated..but she always cheats- and Akilah normally catches her, but at night she never did.  )She grins at the warmth that envelops her body, feeling safe and secure in their tiny little hole in the wall.  That is of course until is rustled by the little ‘mrrph’ of pleasure from the body behind her. She cracks an eye open , slowly and points it downward. She notices the tan arm slung over her equally dark but tattooed body. The other eye shoots open as her hands move back to feel the warm mass behind her.<br/><br/>It’s Akilah..and Taszu is terrified. Gods above…did she pull Akilah towards her in the night? Did..she steal the girls arm?  The small pirate panics a bit DID SHE STEAL AKILAHS ARM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT?!  “Oh shit o shit..” she swears quietly under her breath as she tries to pull herself away a bit. She wiggles free and looks down to her friend . Why. Would she grab Akilahs arm?  Quick! Hide it.<span style="color: olive"> <i>”Wake up string bean!” </i></span>Taszu grumbles in her native tongue to the –only- person on the ship that understands a word of it.<span style="color: olive"> <i> “You’re snoring again..” </i></span>she jokes, knowing full well Akilah –never- snored…<br/><br/>She takes a moment to gaze on the still sleeping womans features…she was beautiful, almost painfully so.  Her own tattooed and scarred body was …ridiculous looking when they stood next to each other.<i><span style="color: olive"> “ You fuckin….sneaky…witch-thief!” </span></i>she  yelps gazing at her bangle around Akilahs wrist.<span style="color: olive">“You CHEATED!”</span>she  speaks in horribly broken common dialogue.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>