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goodluckkobraBeaches are something Kobra could get used to. The water is still unnerving, but the sand is familiar enough that it balances out a little for him. In any case, there's something great about warm sun that isn't scalding and a fluffy towel under his back.
He's flopped back on his towel now, toes digging into the sand. His head's hanging off the top a little with his hair collecting sand and his sunglasses slipping up onto his forehead when he shifts.
"Don't know how anyone could wanna get back on the ship after this." There's an easy grin on his face.
He's flopped back on his towel now, toes digging into the sand. His head's hanging off the top a little with his hair collecting sand and his sunglasses slipping up onto his forehead when he shifts.
"Don't know how anyone could wanna get back on the ship after this." There's an easy grin on his face.
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Jun. 11th, 2016 06:01 pmgoodluckkobraIt had been a perilous journey to Port Royale for Father Kobra Kincaid and now he finds himself very much out of his depth. Under the surface, port life is very different from the sort of society that he'd been raised in. Sure, there's the illusion of propriety, but they're so close to places with no moral compass at all. He fears that even here the morals are looser, as are corset strings, and he's never quite sure how to handle that.
On the one hand, it's his duty to show these people the right way and lead them on a good path, but on the other hand he knows that there are things he's not meant to notice or comment on, even when he can't help but notice them, from the drunk blacksmith to the crooked dockmaster. He really wasn't prepared for this, but then it feels wrong to focus on such trivial things when it's not uncommon to hear stories of pirates and plunder, loose women and killers.
It all brings into stark focus his own demons that he's fought with and he'd hoped that becoming a man of the cloth would take him away from them, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
Now, he can hear something going on at the docks from his small church and he wonders if he shouldn't go see what it is. If there are pirates again, he'll be no help in a sword fight, but he might be able to assist the wounded or help any women or children who might be in the area to safety. As he's warring with his own decision in the matter, he hears frantic footsteps on the roof and hurries outside to investigate.
On the one hand, it's his duty to show these people the right way and lead them on a good path, but on the other hand he knows that there are things he's not meant to notice or comment on, even when he can't help but notice them, from the drunk blacksmith to the crooked dockmaster. He really wasn't prepared for this, but then it feels wrong to focus on such trivial things when it's not uncommon to hear stories of pirates and plunder, loose women and killers.
It all brings into stark focus his own demons that he's fought with and he'd hoped that becoming a man of the cloth would take him away from them, but that doesn't seem to be the case.
Now, he can hear something going on at the docks from his small church and he wonders if he shouldn't go see what it is. If there are pirates again, he'll be no help in a sword fight, but he might be able to assist the wounded or help any women or children who might be in the area to safety. As he's warring with his own decision in the matter, he hears frantic footsteps on the roof and hurries outside to investigate.