<div class="floatright">(http://i1232.photobucket.com/albums/ff375/Zwraith/For%20RP/Jafar.jpg)</div><strong>[Jafar]<br/>[The Skies of Ever After]<br/>Tagging:Brom Bones, Cinderella</strong><br/><br/>As the two mortals stepped inside the Captain's cabin, Jafar was left alone on deck. Letting out an exasperated sigh he leaned against the wheel, letting his magic casually guide the ship instead. He mused to himself, wondering how long the poor Brom Bones would last in the sack, or if the Princess would take to all of his amorous intentions. Shaking himself from the thoughts, the 'aged sailor' sneered out at the moon. To think, he was reduced to this, to flying his 'Master's' ship while he bedded such a lovely young princess. Or worse, to only have thoughts of what his master desires, or is doing. Reduced to such a small world, such small plans, such tiny ambitions.<br/><br/>So he began to plan plans, to plot plots, to ambitiously embrace ambition. So long as he answered his Master's beck and call, he could... stretch, the boundaries of his bondage.<br/><br/>The aged sailor's eyes glazed over, as the mind behind them, retreated within. The ship continued on towards the horizon, clear skies and advancing twilight, the 'old man's' senses were still alert for any disturbances around him, but seemingly asleep at his post...