Seeing the Captain [Mar 1, 2:00 PM, 2017]

[Wizwik]

-Wizwik is looking around the docks, looking for Swiggins. He easily doesn't look comfortable being on the docks and any time he looks to the water look of fear comes to his face before he has to shake it off as he keeps looking for Swiggins-

[Bossova Vennirik]

Sat upon the railing of his Ship-To-Be with a large parchment in hand and a somewhat rough looking quill, Swiggins is scribbling away line after line on the sheet. His hat is absent as well as his left eye, a currently burning away roll of herb sits in the crook of his mouth as he mumbles too low to make out the context.

[Wizwik]

-Wizwik walks over to Swiggins- "Hello Captain...do you think you could help me?...I'll be blunt about this, those stupid ghosts fucked with my head and now im afraid of the ocean...I dont want to be..." Wizwik still having that nervous tone and look about him

[Bossova Vennirik]

With the sudden distraction and a slip of his hand, Swiggins almost loses the quill in his hand before fumbling for it with a turn and swipe. His attention now on the Gnome with a quirked brow as he spoke. He waits till he finishes his words before piping up.

"A fear o' this grand sea? And ya say ghosties did ya in? Well ain't much but the real harsh ways o' reintroducing ya to the comfortin' embrace of her grandure, ya sure ye want my help with this cause it's gonna be a right mess ya know?"

[Wizwik]

"...I trust you Captain...I joined your crew and swore to the oath...I'd like to say im a Gnome of my word...I've been through and TO hell...Do what you need to." -Wizwik has the look of determination even if the slight shaking in his knee's say otherwise-

[Bossova Vennirik]

Walking off into the confines of his Ship-To-Be, he returns with a large length of heavy rope and his previous parchment works gone. A swift leap off the rail onto the dock leads him to standing nearby the Gnome before he waves him to follow his lead to the end of the dock.

"Ya asked fer it just be remembering that. This ol' trick was something me pop did back in the day to the crew if they had the shakes after a storm or those dealing with the harsh head banging o' the drink. I took to it faster than a Greeny to fighting but ain't the same for most folk. Yer ta report here each dawn o' a new day and I'll get ya prepped for the recoup. Understood?"

At the end of the dock he simply stands with the rope in hand before pulling out and swigging back a chunk of what looked to be rum from a musty old bottle.

[Wizwik]

-Wizwik follows as asked-

"...um...I'll come back every day sure...but...what's rope going to do to help me?"

[Bossova Vennirik]

Emptying the bottle in a final chugging spree, Swiggins tosses the bottle onto his ship before kneeling down to Wizwik's height. With a wide smile made rather strange with his eye still missing, he grabs the sides of Wizwik before gauging his weight then wrapping twice around his chest the rope and giving it a hangman's noose style knot to hold in place. He wraps and knots the other end of the rope to one of the posts for the dock as well as wrapping a chunk of it around him arm carefully. He stands next to the Gnome with a chuckle grabbing and hooking the large spear to himself.

"Time fer a little strolling round the locker, just a short trip mind ya. Keep yer wits about ya and yer eyes open. Give a tug when ya can't handle it. Bon voyage~"

Hooking his leg back and swinging towards Wizwik, Swiggins essentially kicks the Gnome into the waters just in front of the dock while holding the rope loosely a few moments after the splash and then gripping tight to hold in place.

[Wizwik]

"Wait WHA-AHHH!!!" Wizwik goes down into the drink and sinks right to the bottom like a heavy rock

[Wizwik]

-Wizwik doesnt last two seconds before he's tugging on the rope like a starving animal to the dinner bell-