Well we said strangest. We've already established we don't cover crap memories I think. If you'd rather not then we can simply move on Captain, I've no need to pry.
He took another swig and offered her the gourd once more. He was still smiling, happy for the company.
Grayell swallowed his sudden laughter. He chuckled under his breath until he couldn't hold it and he rolled with the boat laughing raucously. He wiped his cheeks as he sat back up...
Heh. Wow. That had to be...... odd.
He laughed a little more.
Alright it was your question. Not going to bother with battles, no fun in that. But a brawl.... you might like this tale.
My crew and I were... contracted by the Earl of Normshire in the West to.... influence coastal trading in the area. Which was fine, got paid to do what we did anyways. So after a very equitable partnership for some time, he decides that he's fond of us enough to invite me and the boys to dinner at his estate. No weapons of course, can't trust a pirate and all that.
So... in the middle of dinner, his missus - who I have already taking the liberty of servicing (he chuckles) - decides she wants to get a little grabby under the table. I return the favor.
His lordship is giving a speech at the time and let's just say she got a tad... excited. He thought she might have had a damned illness or something for a moment... until she's had enough and throws herself at me. On the table. Crap goes everywhere.
So, I backhand him whilst trying to pry her off and the lads and I get to feet his legion of idiot guards on the way back to the ship.
Margrett laughed, not as hard as Grayell had, but it was honest, if a little wry.
So you were always sex-crazed, or surrounded by those who are. She chuckled.
Let's see...this was when I was still adventuring with Joran. We were infiltrating this coven. We did that a lot then. He seemed to have a vendetta. So I put on this robe we stole from their laundry and Joran tried to, but couldn't find one that fit. So eventually I went in by myself and would call for him if I needed it. Which turned out to be exactly ten minutes in. I had managed to convince the head warlock that one of the other wizards in the coven was planning his death, and they all turned on one another. Summons, dark magic, lightning, everything shooting everywhere. I'm fighting for my life in the chaos, I get hit a few times, I have a demon chewing on my leg, and Joran comes in, just shrugs everything off, grabs me, and runs out. I was unconscious for two days.
Grayell pondered on that a moment... and then realized what she'd said.
Hey! Sex crazed? C'mon now, I just have a healthy libido.
He winks at her but then stands and loses his cloak, shirt and sword. He unties his hair and it catches in the wind, scars, muscles blahblablah, she's seen him with his shirt off before and so on.
He takes another quick hit of the liquor after grabbing it from her and then leans on the boon. He thinks a moment.
Anyways. I enjoy sex. Nothing wrong with that. And YOU miss, were the one to bring it up. Someone has it on the brain if you ask me.
He shoots her a sly look, seeing if that hit home.
Grayell's eyes narrow and whilst his lips are parted, his teeth slide over one another gently. He looks in her eyes, cautious. The boat rocks and he sways with it, his arm holding onto the boon. After a moment his tongue slides over a canine and he nods slowly. His voice is cool.... deliberate.
Nice. You're teasing Captain.
He then smiles and shrugs with a dismissive look.
Besides, I ain't your type. And I'm starting to think you had your armor welded on permanently.
He dips under the sail and comes up the other side, closer. Much closer. He looks at her with that same grin, teeth sneering.