WHO: Bastien + Various WHAT: Business outside of Kirkwall WHEN: Mostly August WHERE: Hasmal, Antiva, Cumberland NOTES: If something isn't clear enough or we need to hash anything out OOC, hit me up.
"Well, it depends on what you mean when you say a good sailor, Bastien."
John Silver, quartermaster of the Walrus and expert on sailing. That's him.
"A good sailor isn't necessarily going to be the man you want on a crew. We want men who can manage to exist in a cramped, wet space together for months on end. Expertise can be acquired on the way, but a harmonious temperament, that's not something to be taught."
There's a flippant tone to the recitation, but John isn't entirely joking. There are men who make trouble within a crew. If they can avoid acquiring that type, they'd have a far better chance of seeing this partnership intact months down the road.
"Can you tell a well-tempered man by looking?" he asks Bastien, reaching for his tankard.
Bastien wobbles his head from one side to the other and says, "Sometimes."
Or, more accurately, he can eliminate a sizable percentage of the bad-tempered. Even when they're in high spirits, there's usually something brittle about the energy of it. Likely to snap and to be jagged once it has.
He peels a sharp bone out of the fish and sets it aside.
"But I can tell them best by being a little obnoxious," is an offer.
A fair offer, considering John's answering chuckle.
"Are you sure you don't have any experience sailing?" he asks. After all, isn't being just a little obnoxious how John weaseled his way into the hearts and minds of the Walrus crew?
However, more seriously—
"We might try that. No one's going to listen if you're too polite about trying to hold their attention," John explains, as he gestures down the lane, towards one of the public houses currently shuttered. "My guess is that we'll want to start there."
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John Silver, quartermaster of the Walrus and expert on sailing. That's him.
"A good sailor isn't necessarily going to be the man you want on a crew. We want men who can manage to exist in a cramped, wet space together for months on end. Expertise can be acquired on the way, but a harmonious temperament, that's not something to be taught."
There's a flippant tone to the recitation, but John isn't entirely joking. There are men who make trouble within a crew. If they can avoid acquiring that type, they'd have a far better chance of seeing this partnership intact months down the road.
"Can you tell a well-tempered man by looking?" he asks Bastien, reaching for his tankard.
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Or, more accurately, he can eliminate a sizable percentage of the bad-tempered. Even when they're in high spirits, there's usually something brittle about the energy of it. Likely to snap and to be jagged once it has.
He peels a sharp bone out of the fish and sets it aside.
"But I can tell them best by being a little obnoxious," is an offer.
no subject
"Are you sure you don't have any experience sailing?" he asks. After all, isn't being just a little obnoxious how John weaseled his way into the hearts and minds of the Walrus crew?
However, more seriously—
"We might try that. No one's going to listen if you're too polite about trying to hold their attention," John explains, as he gestures down the lane, towards one of the public houses currently shuttered. "My guess is that we'll want to start there."