Swashbucklers

From Technomancer

The salt spray splashed into Cameron's eyes as the galleon cut through the grey seas. Lashed to the splintered figurehead, he could only stare helplessly down into the depths of the ocean.

A nasal voice shouted down from above, "Are you quite enjoying the view?"

Shaking his head to clear long strands of dark hair out of his mouth, Cameron yelled back, "Yes, lovely. Do I have you to thank you for this, Quentin?"

"Ah, Cameron," Quentin replied, "As much as I'd like to take credit for this, I can't." He leaned over the side, every so careful not to muss up his finery or scuff his shiny black boots.

Cameron coughed harshly as the ship heaved and the ropes tightened against his abdomen.

-Quentin laughed aloud and said, "Ah, the Mistress Indigo would be so sad to hear your singing voice damaged"

-Quentin laughed aloud and said, "I'll go see if the Captain's sober enough to talk with you."