<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/736x/2d/a3/d6/2da3d61bf38669bf9f5e67be37d833be.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Red Beard (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=251193.msg12416681#msg12416681)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>top deck<br/><br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Open, Angelo<br/><br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Wind 10-15 Knots.  S-SW - semi cloudy - visibility clear<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Red Beard now alongside Angelo leans against the railing.   Fore arms rested on the wood,  hands grip pins.   She shift her legs slowly.   Seeming to be unable to hold still at the moment.   Her head tilted towards Angelo.   Listening to his response to her initial invitation into conversation.<br/><br/>"Aye  I see your point.   Alas such gives pause in thinking.   Yet it is a merchant ship.   Thou likely armed and thus making the venture not without risk."<br/><br/>Yet his words have merit.   Was it skill of them, of hers and the crews.  Or were they simply expandable.  And or did they pose a threat and given such a task.  That because of its cargo.  Seem benign at first glance but in truth as Angelo has reasoned is most dangerous and perhaps suicidal.<br/><br/>She look out over the water,  the surfaces in that rolling frolicking as the ship crested over the peaks and leveled out in the dips.   The motion for must land lubbers would be the cause of seasickness.   For Red, it is like riding a lover.