Buford:*Aggressively tying knots as he glares at the back of Zarina's head. He shakes his head, saying under his breath* Stupid bitch. Don't even know how to keep her own crew in check.
Shiloh: *Walks over, and sees Buford being rather aggressive with the ropes* Buford? Are you okay? *Looks from the ropes to Buford's face*
Buford: *His expression softens only a little* Hey, kid; yeah, I'm fine. Just a little peeved.
Shiloh: *Tilts head* Why?
Buford: Just reasons. *Finally looks at the young child* Ya need help with somethin'?
Shiloh: *Shyly shakes head 'no'*
Buford: *Raises eyebrow* Then what's wrong, lad?
Shiloh: You looked like you could use some company, so I wanted to make sure you was okay.
Buford: *Lightly laughs as he ruffles Shiloh's hair* Yer a good kid, but I'm fine.
Shiloh: *Pauses, putting a finger to their bottom lip, before asking* How did you end up on the Midnight Jewel? *Quieter* If you don't mind me asking....
Buford: *Rather shocked* How'd I end up on this ship?!
Shiloh: *Shyly nods*
Buford: *Rubs the back of his neck* Weeellll, not a story I want to be tellin' a young lad, such as yer self.
Shiloh: *Sticks out chest, making a determined expression: frowning/ pouting, with narrowed eyebrows* I can handle it. I'm old enough.
Buford: *Chuckles* I'm sure yer are.
Zarina: *Calls* Shiloh! Can yer come 'ere!
Buford: Looks like the boss lady is calling ya, kiddo; better go 'fore she gets frustrated.
Shiloh: *Pouts, as they go off* Yer gotta tell me later though.
Buford: I'll think about it. *Gaze follows Shiloh, and he frowns when his view lands on Zarina*
Harvey: *Approaches Buford* Is the plan still on? *notices he's looking at Shiloh with a small smile* Or would you rather not, considering the brat is involved?
Buford: *Looks at Harvey* Shiloh's a good kid... Too bad he's too loyal to her. I kinda wish he hadn't snuck aboard or at the least, I had found Shiloh 'fore she did.
Harvey: *Stares at Buford for a couple of seconds, before asking* How did you end up aboard this godforsaken ship, manned by the worst possible choice for a capt'n?
Buford: I was a foolish drunk; wanted for theft and murder, and in need of a job. She didn't ask questions, only what me skills were and if I had experience living out at sea. 'Fore I knew it, I was aboard the ship and escapin' the hangman's noose.
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Random Scripts and Stories
General FictionJust some scripts/ short snippets I did for either chapters (future or already published) or just for fun :3 Mostly just for notes and to get the idea down too. Mostly Jezebel/ John ones, but there are the odd few for others ^^ Some scripts will be...
