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[ketterdamn]

[ Honestly, if someone had told him the being he'd come to cherish the most would be some determined pirate ship captain, he would've laughed in their face. After all, he'd made it his mission to sink or harass as many ships as possible that would come through the True Sea's strait, bent on getting good enough at it to take a crack at the naval warships.

Perhaps one day.

The Wraith, though, is always a strangely welcome sight, her dark wood sides and neatly painted name easy to pick out, even in more inclement weather. He feels a strange surge of affection, one that he'd been sure would run its course any day now. Except it hasn't, not for the handful of years he's let the ship pass. Her crew is an oddball group; none seeking purely treasure. They're hand picked by the captain, whose entire goal is to capture or sink every slaver ship she comes across. Maybe it's that shared distaste for most of the crews on the open sea that had gotten them to grudgingly get along at the very beginning.

(Actually, it's something much more tangible, but that's neither here nor there).

As the ship carefully goes to ground and unloads, he makes his way to the nearby inlet. Here, the water is deep enough to keep him from suffocating and the ground slanted enough to keep Inej's boots mostly dry. Not that she usually wears them when she visits, content to kick them off and dip her small feet in the pooled ocean. Silently anxious, his tail cuts a path back and forth, the tip of it churning up the water and looking forbidding with its sharp shape. It's been a few months since her last trip through– sailing takes time. Meeting up again after so long is nearly as hard as saying goodbye. ]