Aghilas the Doel
"Aha! But a few good waves'll put hair on your chest there Captain D'Ambois!" Aghilas smiled a great white, toothy grin with a great laugh as she introduced Momin first. "And good to meet you!" Aghilas greeted Momin reaching to shake his hand with one arm, while the other rested on the man's shoulder while he took the measure of the man. "Oh-ho! Now there's a right-proper sailing man. Momin was it? Got some meat on them shoulders!" There was an unmistakable firm clasp of Momin's shoulder with the sort of grip men developed spending a life working ropes.
When at last Aghilas' attention was directed towards Cricket, he made something of a production of bowing low to the girl. "And good to meet you as well, little Cricket! You know, I was about your age when I first set to sea little lady. She wasn't quite so fine as the Vengeance mind you." Rising again, he cast his eyes about. "That one there's mine, Little Cricket. The Hamsat al Marid."
He gestured to the stern of the Vengeance where in the distance the al-Marid had fallen off against the wind as it hauled in its anchor. Languidly at first the al-Marid's stern tilted away as it's fore mast and jibs pulled her about, her aft sails set the opposite way to keep her balanced. As she crested the wind the crew swung the yard-arms around, the ship listing leeward and now pulling sharply in behind the Vengeance as the crew began to set and hoist her full sail complement.
"Aha! But a few good waves'll put hair on your chest there Captain D'Ambois!" Aghilas smiled a great white, toothy grin with a great laugh as she introduced Momin first. "And good to meet you!" Aghilas greeted Momin reaching to shake his hand with one arm, while the other rested on the man's shoulder while he took the measure of the man. "Oh-ho! Now there's a right-proper sailing man. Momin was it? Got some meat on them shoulders!" There was an unmistakable firm clasp of Momin's shoulder with the sort of grip men developed spending a life working ropes.
When at last Aghilas' attention was directed towards Cricket, he made something of a production of bowing low to the girl. "And good to meet you as well, little Cricket! You know, I was about your age when I first set to sea little lady. She wasn't quite so fine as the Vengeance mind you." Rising again, he cast his eyes about. "That one there's mine, Little Cricket. The Hamsat al Marid."
He gestured to the stern of the Vengeance where in the distance the al-Marid had fallen off against the wind as it hauled in its anchor. Languidly at first the al-Marid's stern tilted away as it's fore mast and jibs pulled her about, her aft sails set the opposite way to keep her balanced. As she crested the wind the crew swung the yard-arms around, the ship listing leeward and now pulling sharply in behind the Vengeance as the crew began to set and hoist her full sail complement.