Taszu stirs and shifts uncomfortably. She'd made the crows nest her bed for the evening(even with a perfectly suitable living space carved for herself under the main stairs to the crew's quarters),  and morning had come far to soon. She could ignore the morning sun and the banter on the ship fairly well, but once the the noonday sun started to rise, it had become far more difficult to disregard.<br/><br/>She grunts and squeezes her eyes together tighter hoping that maybe if she manages to close them tight enough the day break will cease its relentless assault, and she can slowly fall back asleep. But sure enough, within moments the noise from the hustle and bustle on deck, combines with the sun's relentless assault rustles her from her liquor induced slumber with a start. She groans and rolls to the side falling flat against the cool wood of the crows nest, creaking one open reluctantly to survey the world around her.<br/><br/>The simple wood of the crows nest is accented by the nearly empty bottle of rum that's still clutched in her tattooed fingers.  She groans, not really sure what happened last night, but fairly certain it involved losing a bet to Ruby.  Ruby and Taszu had an...odd friendship. One that was primarily built on driving the other crazy and goading the other into increasingly poor decisions each night.  While Taszu usually came out on top in these situations given her genuine gods given gift to talk her self out of nearly any situation, she sometimes would let her self get a little too 'jolly' (drunk) and she'd wake up in odd places aboard the ship.    The crows nest was pretty tame, and to be fair it seemed as if she had all her clothing on.<br/><br/>With tremendous effort and shaky legs she gets to her feet,  her heavy leather boots clomping on the wooden planks of the crows nest. She cracks her neck from side to side, she isn't getting any younger and it was  painful sleeping in awkward positions all night....<br/><br/><br/>She looks down to the deck below, watching the hustle and bustle about. Her eyes scan the ship,watching Amalia pace back and forth, and the fox-eared girl head off towards Deacon who'd just returned to the ship.  The hustle and bustle was slightly unnerving in that -so - much was going on, but such was life on<i>Lion's Bastard</i>and Taszu wouldn't trade it for anything...<br/><br/>Well maybe few hundred thousand gold and a harem of dancing girls....<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>