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Post by Fritzi Beilschmidt on Sept 12, 2012 15:56:01 GMT -5
The Nox didn't go to Gallia very often. It was too close to Rossiya usually for Fritzi's liking, and it didn't help that Gallia was where Francis was from, which just made things even worse. But when her and her crew did go to Gallia, it was usually the more southern parts. As such, they were currently docked at this cute little seaside port town in the very southernmost region of Gallia. They had actually been there for a few days now, since it didn't seem like those in the town really knew of any pirates, due to being rather cut off from news from the main cities. It suited Fritzi just fine though, since it enabled them to just relax for a bit. Although they were a little on edge, due to reports of sightings of a naval ship not too far away.
Fritzi let a small grin cross her face as she walked through the town's bustling market. She nodded to some of the men she had met in the local bar, who's respect she had earned pretty easily after drinking them under the table. Three nights in a row. It had been a lot of fun though, since it had been ages since she was able to get absofuckinglutely pissass drunk like that. She snickered quietly to herself, before stumbling a little as she accidentally bumped into someone.
"Oh shit, sorry!" She quickly apologized, before turning to face the person she had bumped into, rubbing the back of her head sheepishly as she did so.
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Post by Feliciano Vargas on Oct 7, 2012 2:21:04 GMT -5
Feliciano grinned as he wandered away from the docks, heading toward town. It seemed like forever since he'd had a day off, a day to himself! He laughed at the silliness of the thought, as if he would spend the day alone. He smiled a happy little smile, the kind someone 's just been told a secret would smile, to himself adjusting his civilian clothes to sit properly as he walked. The young Italian never spent his days off alone, whether he tagged along with some of his fellow shipmates or found a friend in town. He hummed quietly to himself, mulling over this though in his head as he drifted into the marketplace. Ever since he was little he'd always been drawn to the sweet smells the market promised.
Feli greeted some of the merchants and vendors with his characteristic smile. He laughed cheerfully as he strolled past the normal crowd at the front of the bar who winced at the sunlight, still nursing their hangovers and squeaked rather unbecomingly when he felt another person run into him.
"Oh no, it's okay!" Feli beamed at the stranger. "It was probably my fault, always get told I don't pay enough attention to my surroundings when I'm walking around." He declared before holding out his hand. "I'm Feliciano! I haven't seen you around before."
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Post by Fritzi Beilschmidt on Oct 28, 2012 14:59:56 GMT -5
Fritzi laughed a little sheepishly, rubbing the back of her head as she shook the man's hand. "Nah, it was probably my fault, I never watch where I'm walking." She said, voice sheepish to match her expression as she offered him a half a smile.
"And my name's Fritzi, and you probably haven't seen me 'round here before cause this is actually the first time I've ever been here. Travelling, ya know?" She said neutrally, still giving him a half-smile, but cautiously looking over him to see if he could possibly be a threat to her or her crew. He looked clean though, not at all like a navy officer, so she figured that he was just a civilian.
"So what brings you 'round here then? You travelling too, or do you live here?" She asked in honest curiosity. It wasn't often that she got to have a good sober conversation with someone who wasn't a member of her crew. Especially since they were usually drunk too, or fighting, or raiding a ship, or all three. Good times those were though, good times.
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