Post by Othello Allemeade on Sept 17, 2022 21:30:47 GMT -5
(this thread is for @katerina )
Night had fallen over Coheed and it was far from asleep, Othello was one of those night owls. He sat on the rail of his ship with a rag and polish in hand, a pipe laid just in reach with a light smoke rolling from the inside a pungent order filled the air. His ship was empty. The bald tattoo headed Gifted was humming loudly a diddy of a song he scarcely remembered someone humming to him when he was just a boy.
His feet swung freely as he put another dab of polish on his rag and stuck it to the railing of his ship. He worked the polish evenly, this was his baby now and he treated her nicely. He had named her 'The Drowned Canary' a hats tip to the red headed shite cherry @myla . He sometimes wondered about that asshole and sometimes he hoped she was dead, whatever he hoped the family the worst.
The sound of boots on one of the docks had him turning his head but he kept waxing, "I hope ye' 'ave some drink sailor..."
Night had fallen over Coheed and it was far from asleep, Othello was one of those night owls. He sat on the rail of his ship with a rag and polish in hand, a pipe laid just in reach with a light smoke rolling from the inside a pungent order filled the air. His ship was empty. The bald tattoo headed Gifted was humming loudly a diddy of a song he scarcely remembered someone humming to him when he was just a boy.
His feet swung freely as he put another dab of polish on his rag and stuck it to the railing of his ship. He worked the polish evenly, this was his baby now and he treated her nicely. He had named her 'The Drowned Canary' a hats tip to the red headed shite cherry @myla . He sometimes wondered about that asshole and sometimes he hoped she was dead, whatever he hoped the family the worst.
The sound of boots on one of the docks had him turning his head but he kept waxing, "I hope ye' 'ave some drink sailor..."
