AWE: In the Locker

[bringmethatnpc]

The sun beats mercilessly down on the bone-white desert below, as well as on the black ship with black sails that lies beached in the middle of it.

There are no clouds; no water, no wind. No movement.

(Nothing lives here.)

No sound--

sniffA single peanut lies on a plate balanced on the ship's rail. Rings flash in the cruel bleached light as

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[silver_flecks]

"ThE cOmPanY iS lAcKiNg," she says solemnly, legs swinging idly back and forth.

"Idly" to Del means that they're moving at such a speed as to blur, though if one watches closes he might notice that there's one--or two--too many legs for a biped.

Del doesn't believe in limiting herself. To anything.

"In, Um. ThiNgS. LoTs Of ThiNgS." She nods and looks at her feet. "HyGiEnE aNd SaNiTy AnD MaNnErS AnD, Um. ThInGS. YeS."

[pirate_jack]

"Hygiene, is it?"

He jerks around, glaring at the crew.

"Man the yards, you filthy toads!"

Jack stares up at at one of the yardarms, which for a second almost seems to gleam a soft silver.

He doesn't seem to notice, and turns to stalk down the deck.

(From somewhere comes the startled squawk of a chicken.)

(There's no chicken.)

[silver_flecks]

"AnD OthEr ThiNgS."

That's earnest, as she twirls her hair around one finger.

(Her hair is red. The hair on her finger is redorangeyellowgreenbluepurplechecked.)

"PeTa WoUlDn'T lIkE It."

[pirate_jack]

"Man's known by the company he keeps," Jack continues, gesturing here and there as he paces.

("Haul the sheets handsomely, boys!" "Aye, aye, cap'n!")

There's a flurry of activity in the rigging above, as Jack scrambles from place to place, followed by Jack and Jack. Black sails are hauled up and catch the wind.

(There's no wind. There's no movement. There's no one there at all.)

(Only Jack.)