OoC: ...
BiC:
The "crow's nest", as Tera had heard it called, was not quite as she had expected.
For one, it wobbled a lot. Tera had discovered shortly after choosing her accommodation on the ship that the vessel's center of balance was around three meters forward of the crow's nest, and around ten meters below. Unfortunately though, there was no room for negotiation of where she could sleep, as the ship was otherwise almost completely full. No wonder the captain didn't mind my choice of sleeping arrangements - this thing's practically a punishment. Luckily Tera had a good stomach for nausea, so she didn't really get sick no matter how long she stayed up top.
The second problem was the scout. His name - as far as he'd let Tera know - was Patrick. And he was the most sour person she'd ever met. She swore that the man would step on her while she slept just to spite her for being up there all the time.
It was approaching sunset on the eighth day to sea when she'd begun to grow particularly bored. Lying in a half-sitting position against the railing, Tera stared blankly at the green and blue flag on the next mast over as it flapped in the breeze. The sea was unchanging, the clouds all looked the same, the food was no longer fresh, no birds or fish had come nearby for days, and as far as she could tell, she'd already met everyone on board.
At least, that's what she thought. It really took her by surprise when an unknown man's head poked up and looked inside the crow's nest.
"Ah, you're Tera, aren't you?" The man said as he climbed a bit higher.
"Huh, and I'd thought I'd already met everybody," she replied, as she stood up. "Yeah, I'm Tera. And who would I have the pleasure of speaking with here...?"
OoC: Blah. And even though it's only one line, I hope I got the characterization right. :/
Oh, and me mentioning the scout was just filler. And a bit of a plothole-plug.
Hmm... and I just realised... your sig picture has the
word librarian, not your username. Go figure.