09-02-2008, 10:53 PM
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Once Dohi crossed over onto the unstable deck of the dilapidated pirate ship, Itsihnalv followed suit. He leaped on cautiously, landing on all fours as if that would distribute his weight more evenly and lessen the chance of plummeting through all the way to the rocks at the bottom, down below. He sighed with relief as the rotting timbers held, and he slowly rose to his feet. His older brother wandered over towards the mast of the ship — ignoring as the deck below groaned and creaked and protested — and ran a hand along it while speaking aloud. Itsihnalv’s ear flicked back as the sharp crack of snapping wood indicated that Dohi had broken something. “Too many,” Itsi responded, though his curiosity was far more overpowering than his sense of self-preservation at the moment.
He began to carefully make his way around deck. “I wonder if there is a passage to the belowdeck rooms,” he wondered aloud, trying to find a door or something that would become a portal to the unknown depths of the ship. He wondered what was down there. Treasure? Skeletons? Or maybe water, rocks, and a few crab and lobster? Whatever the answer be, he was intrigued nonetheless. After a few moments of searching the rear of the deck, however, he was sure there was no in-tact door lingering around. Probably had been lost or stolen over the years. If they were to get into the hull, they would have to create their own passage.