he had demanded first watch as she had known he would. damn honorable brigg. calypso knew full well he was just as exhausted as the rest of them but heaven forbid he give himself a moment of rest.

though a creature of few words and less affections she had grown fond of the spotted male. scarcely did she use the word friend but she knew that if she had he would fit the description. he had been the most welcoming of the ones they had rescued, and she found his company easy to keep.

it is why she goes to him - that and because she knew he may need some of her help before he rested. he had positioned himself near the mouth of the cavern and looked more alert than she had expected. "couldn't give yourself a break, hmm?" her voice was a bit rough with lack of use (it had been a day mostly traveled in silence), hushed and meant only for him as she sat beside him and curled her tail around her dirtied paws.

ocean storm eyes focused on the shore that she could see from their spot - there was no harm in helping with the watch while they talked.

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There was a calm that the ocean provided him, and he especially appreciated it tonight. Taking the first watch was probably his most signature move, and he was thankful no one objected. So he had settled himself at the mouth of the tunnels, long ears forward and honey eyes glancing here and there. Even though he was alert, his body was bowing from its constant use; his shoulders were hunched and his spine a bit curved, but he would not falter in his duty. The monotonous sounds of the waves lapping at the sand help drown out memory of any other sound, his eyes focused on the present. A quiet stirring behind him caused a single ear to rotate back, already knowing who came to join him; he had quickly learned the sound of the newest crew member’s steps.

Brown eyes glanced to the peach woman, flashing a small smirk at her words. ”Is that surprising?” Words were low and rumbling in his chest, not wanting them to go past her ears. His gaze returned to the shoreline, and he took a deep breath as he adjusted his weight. In her short time with the group, Brigg had found a comfort in Calypso. He knew very well her part in assisting the rescue, but it was more than his gratitude that found her presence welcoming. There was no pressure to fill the air with words, though empty conversation was something he enjoyed with her.

”And why aren’t you resting?” Another quick glance to his companion, wondering her reaction to such an ordinary question.

“hardly.” and it wasn’t. Though they had known eachother but a few weeks she knew him well enough to know that he would push himself to the limit for the crew. Honourable intentions and stubbornness were key traits in the silver male and she respected him for it.

A knowing eye - a healers eye - saw the exhaustion. It was written in the slight slump of his shoulders and she doubted he would need any help with sleep tonight.

Her ear flicked, the only indication she had heard his question, but for a moment she remained silent. Ocean storm eyes surveyed the view from their spot and committed as much of it to memory as she could. At the same time she couldn’t help but wonder if this was truly home and if Calhoun and his crew would finally find what they were looking for.

Finally she looked to him, albeit briefly, with an expression that indicated he knew the answer to that question without having had to ask. The same exhaustion rang through her body, but it was not likely she would sleep. A few weeks was all she had known them and yet she felt responsible for their health and safety and she would not rest easy in this strange land.

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"Hmm," was all he offered in reply, a long sigh completing his thought. There time together had been short, but certainly intense. She had patched them all up, and kept them so, with no less fervor than the crew on their pressing mission. They were all tired, but he would bet that she took the brunt of their collective worries, stress, and exhaustion. She was essentially their nurse, and they would not have made it this far without her expert help.

The glance his way in response to his question brought another smirk to his black lips. They were much alike, which helped their kinship build so quickly. They both felt a certain responsibility, in their own way, and were too stubborn to listen to their own needs. Pointed ears moved back to listen to the mellow waves, his eyes sweeping up and down the coast. They were lucky to have found shelter so quickly, and for it to be so suitable for the crew. He hoped the others were able to find at least some semblance of solace tonight, but he knew they would feel a shade of the dread that came with a new land.

Another sigh rumbled in his throat, and Brigg pushed his front half upward to stretch out his spine. Eyes fell to the sand, and before he could second guess himself he dropped to stretch out again, this time pushing his front paws into the sand. It was cool, and softener than the rock he was currently sitting on. He pushed his body forward so that he was laying prone, only his back paws on the stone of the tunnel. In his new position, Brigg dug his toes into the sand. "Even if it's temporary here, the sand is nice." He looked expectantly up to the woman beside him, bobbed tail flicking a few times.

In his company she did not feel the pressure to speak like she did with some. There was a comfortable, companionable silence, and it soothed her in many ways. There was a similar comfort with some others in the crew, but for the most part Calypso found strangers to be far too... talkative. This was nice. Quiet, with only the sound of water on sand to break it. Her mind was given some freedom to roam, until his words brought her back to the present again. He had moved, she realized, just enough to bring his paws to the sand. Sand that was softer than many of the places she had traveled. Calypso moved to join @Brigg and pressed her front paws in to the black earth. A tiny smile flickered across her neutral features before it disappeared and she looked sideways at her company. "It is nice," she agreed before she laid beside him with a small sigh. "I hope it is not temporary." Truth be told she was tired of roaming. Calypso wanted to put down roots again, find a place where they could stay and be at rest. Her gaze once more shifted to the horizon as she waited to hear if he would agree.

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At the flash of her smile, Brigg snorted quietly with his own ghost of a smile. Sand was familiar to them both, so it was a small respite they both desperately needed. Honey eyes returned to the ocean before them and he considered her next words. The spotted man was ready to find a permanent place, too. They were all tired in so many ways and needed to heal in the worst ways. His body ached, but so did other things. He flexed his toes again before he finally answered, feeling more grounded the longer he felt the sand between his toes.

"It won't be. Here, yes, but - somewhere, it won't be." Gaze drifted back to @Calypso, tufted tail flickering absently. "Once we find the captain, we'll have a place." He was certain of that. Calhoun would search for his brother to the ends of the earth, and if this was where he had settled, then it meant it was a place of fortune.

Another sigh and he glanced over his shoulder, back toward where the rest of the crew was presumably resting. "They need it," he said quietly, worried. There wasn't much he could personally do but be present, and take watch. He turned back to his duty, eyes narrowed. It was going to be a long couple weeks.

the peach toned pirate nodded but said nothing and lapsed in to a comfortable silence. the land stretched before them, ripe for the picking, and she wondered what they would think if they knew whom had come.

she wondered, too, what kind of life they would create here. would they stick with the pillaging and plundering she had known - would they take what they needed without pause?

a quiet sight as her gaze turned back towards the resting crew for a brief moment. it returned to him and she quirked a brow. "as do ye. we all do." calypso included and as she looked out to the sea again she gave him a rare moment of vulnerability - "i want m' garden again." it was, perhaps, what she missed most. aside from her mother, though that was something she tried not to linger on.

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When the woman pointed out that he, too, needed to rest, Brigg offered her a casual shrug in reply. He didn't much take stock in what he needed since... Well, for a while. Focusing on other's needs kept his own demons at bay. She spoke again, her words more guarded this time. He dared a peek over, warm eyes looking over what he could see of her features. Their friendship allowed such admissions without judgment, but it was still rare that it happened. Those few months away from the world changed everyone. He let her words be swallowed by the quiet thrum of waves on the sand before he replied.

"What would y'grow?" The pirate was much too heavy-pawed and disinterested to retain much information about plants aside from colors and smells. He enjoyed being around them, but to cultivate and find uses? Not his cuppa tea. He imagined, for a brief moment, surrounded by a lush plot of land while @Calypso tended to some bushy looking flower; an ear flick and the daydream faded, such niceties a foreign concept. His eyes remained on her, waiting patiently for an answer.

Calypso shrugged. "Depends what grows 'ere." Tomorrow she would begin to explore this new world and learn of its native plants - tomorrow the learning began. "I saw a few t'ings that I know, I'm sure d'ere will be more."

With a quiet sigh she glanced back at the cavern again. "I hope they all find what d'ey are lookin' for." She stood again, and brushed her nose against his shoulder. "I'll leave ye to yer watch d'en, I think the captain wants ye." Calypso had noticed Calhoun lurking and expected that she was not the only one looking for a moment of Brigg's time. With no more said she turned back to the tunnels to get what rest she could before the morning came.

- exit calypso -

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