Theme Of The Young Seafarer
The Roost. The Crow's Nest. The Lookout Tower. Atop the highest point of the mast, confined to essentially and oversized bucket, Shauni Sunchaser proudly manned her station. Since no other pirate had the stature (or desire) to work in such a solemn spot, the girl had essentially converted the nest into her little watching spot. There were tiny sacks filled with dried jerkies and sugared candies from the mainland. The insides had been used as canvas to draw: there were pictures of every original crew member plastered on the planks, with a more detailed version of Shauni and her best friend Basil drawn bigger than life.
Shauni used her spyglass not to look out to sea but rather to spy on the newest additions onboard, casually drawing them on the few empty spots with colored sticks of wax.
There was the white haired one, clinging to the taffrail, ready to vomit whenever the sea lurched their boat too violently. Her coattail would rapidly flap in the wind like the sails themselves to show off of her sword strapped to her rear. Shauni made sure to draw the sword in her picture, even though she hadn't seen her use it all. Her outfit didn't seem to provide her with pockets; where was she keeping her gear?
Besides the Woman of White, there were a few more motley fellows: a sellsword encased in armor, with a crossbow twice the size of Shauni's. There was a fat man robed in furs, with gilded equipment: gold weapons and gold jewelry; she would steal what she could from him when he inevitably hibernated. Shauni doubled up on wax sticks when drawing his rotund body, enlarging it to comical proportions.
There was a masked woman, sulking to herself - a complete mystery to the pirate child. Sunchaser doubled up on her colors to get the mask right, but it came to look more like a skull atop a nun's body. Oh well.
There were also two more additions: a young lady with a gorgeous (and valuable) stringed-instrument and Faelor's gwandpa, the oldest man on board wrapped in multiple wolf furs. Thankfully they all had pockets and bags and satchels, ripe for disappearing when the time came to it.
Now finished with her new gallery of crew members, Shauni extended her spyglass out to the open sea to look for any landmarks or problems. Thankfully it was open, rolling blue waves out to the horizon. Having met her quota for work, Shauni removed her cap to let her unruly orange hair catch some sunlight - as well as awaken the napping pixie nestled in her mane.
"You had a good nap, Basil?"
Even though he had anchored himself well enough, Shauni made sure not to tilt more than necessary to prevent him from tumbling out. She fetched a cube of peppermint from her miniature satchel and placed it on top of her head, next to sleeping Basil.
"Wake up, sleepy baby. We gotta figure out who them slogs are."
She felt Basil roll over, comfortably embedded in her tangles. Hot-headed and quick to get mad, Shauni whistled and began shaking her head.
"GET UP YA GIT! I WANNA SEE THE NEW'UNS!"