[ Slyvester ] Sea Monsters
Posted: 21 Oct 2020, 18:51
“GET THAT NET UP”
The accent was harsh, yet feminine.
“For fucks sake. She’s going to get away.”
”She? - them. Not all fish are female.”
“And men don’t run the world.”
”I hate you Tora.”
“Suck my ****”
Rough, yet manicured hands pulled at the rope helping the young blonde beside her. Red hair the colour of fire swayed against the side of her face in the wind, as a splash of water hit the side of the boat. The clouds above them were grey and gloomy, exactly how she felt today. Women were worse when they were on the time of their month and that’s how Tora felt. Ready to rip someone’s head off if they came a step closer to her, or pissed her off in one way or another. She was one crew of about five. They were fishermen. She’d been in this career for about six years now, coming up to seven her ship mates were the closest thing to family, especially since her dad had died close to five years ago. She was local to Harper Rock. She had seen the things on the news, she had heard about vampires being real but she had never seen one for herself. It was like the government were feed them tales from ******* bed time story to keep them in line, or Bancroft in power. Who the **** knew. Tora was no politician; she didn’t care what happened there on land, she was at home at sea. This was where her heart truly was.
A few minutes later and a few extra hands on the rope helping there was a bounty of bass on deck, flipping and wriggling. The redhead placed her hands on hips and cocked her head to the side. “Get em’ in the hold. Lets head back, we’ve been out here for a few days now - I need a warm bed, and some dick.” Spending a large amount of years with these boys made her one of them - they didn’t hit on her, or even consider her a woman - despite her having tits and a vagina this woman was a man to them, one of the lads - she would even rate women with them, read their nuts magazines. She was well and truly one of the lads.
--- couple of hours later ---
The docked, as Leo tied up the boat. The fish had already been loaded into barrels ready for shipment, and she would collect her cash. A few days out at sea always paid well for her, which is always what she wanted - she didn’t own anywhere decent she would often jump from hostel to hostel, or rent a room - however it really worked for her there was no pattern to how it worked but she never slept on the streets, her mum ran out of her and her dad when she was a kid - so she doesn't really remember only that their fiery hair was the same.
“Where are you going now?” Leo asked her.
She shrugged.
“I want to get laid, but I think I might go to an inn first, i need a ******* drink and maybe something better than fish stew.” He laughed at her at this point and shrugged.
“Were going to High Noon.” Oh, she knew why - it was like ******* hooters over there.
“Enjoy the tit show” She called after him, she could hear his bark of laughter behind her as she laughed herself as she began to start walking over towards Wickbridge.
The accent was harsh, yet feminine.
“For fucks sake. She’s going to get away.”
”She? - them. Not all fish are female.”
“And men don’t run the world.”
”I hate you Tora.”
“Suck my ****”
Rough, yet manicured hands pulled at the rope helping the young blonde beside her. Red hair the colour of fire swayed against the side of her face in the wind, as a splash of water hit the side of the boat. The clouds above them were grey and gloomy, exactly how she felt today. Women were worse when they were on the time of their month and that’s how Tora felt. Ready to rip someone’s head off if they came a step closer to her, or pissed her off in one way or another. She was one crew of about five. They were fishermen. She’d been in this career for about six years now, coming up to seven her ship mates were the closest thing to family, especially since her dad had died close to five years ago. She was local to Harper Rock. She had seen the things on the news, she had heard about vampires being real but she had never seen one for herself. It was like the government were feed them tales from ******* bed time story to keep them in line, or Bancroft in power. Who the **** knew. Tora was no politician; she didn’t care what happened there on land, she was at home at sea. This was where her heart truly was.
A few minutes later and a few extra hands on the rope helping there was a bounty of bass on deck, flipping and wriggling. The redhead placed her hands on hips and cocked her head to the side. “Get em’ in the hold. Lets head back, we’ve been out here for a few days now - I need a warm bed, and some dick.” Spending a large amount of years with these boys made her one of them - they didn’t hit on her, or even consider her a woman - despite her having tits and a vagina this woman was a man to them, one of the lads - she would even rate women with them, read their nuts magazines. She was well and truly one of the lads.
--- couple of hours later ---
The docked, as Leo tied up the boat. The fish had already been loaded into barrels ready for shipment, and she would collect her cash. A few days out at sea always paid well for her, which is always what she wanted - she didn’t own anywhere decent she would often jump from hostel to hostel, or rent a room - however it really worked for her there was no pattern to how it worked but she never slept on the streets, her mum ran out of her and her dad when she was a kid - so she doesn't really remember only that their fiery hair was the same.
“Where are you going now?” Leo asked her.
She shrugged.
“I want to get laid, but I think I might go to an inn first, i need a ******* drink and maybe something better than fish stew.” He laughed at her at this point and shrugged.
“Were going to High Noon.” Oh, she knew why - it was like ******* hooters over there.
“Enjoy the tit show” She called after him, she could hear his bark of laughter behind her as she laughed herself as she began to start walking over towards Wickbridge.