Post by Oliander Magnusson on Feb 17, 2017 20:12:40 GMT
His mind took a moment to once again process what he was being told. A ticking hand made its turtle speed way through his mind, reaching the point at least where a high pitched ding echoed through Oliander's head. Chuckling, he let out a wide grin, "Oh, I get it now. Gahaha! So used to knowing what it's like on a boat that I forgot other people don't exactly have a clue as to what that entails." How the old man got through life was anyone's guess, but his muscled stature and varied scars across his body did nothing more than prove he was too sturdy to just outright keel over. May or may not have been a good sign.
Regardless of his body's appearance, business was at hand, the boss the one being interviewed instead of a potential employee. "Well lad I can first tell ya I don't deal with souls. Last I heard that gets too messy for my liking. Just, you know, basic chores like cleaning the railing and swabbing the deck every so often. Maybe going out with some money I give ya and do a bit of shopping for essentials. Nothing like tossing you overboard like an anchor," Oliander stated. A brow raised, considering the shift in attitude Kashmere had taken. This one might prove to be a bit wild in his mood swings, but the old man was no better.
"Besides, even if someone being the anchor was a thing, yer too scrawny for that job. I'd be the one to do that! Not to show off, but," he began, scratching his chin a bit, "Okay, to show off. Heh heh heh." Patience in the form of switching gears was a skill he learned over the years. Although, this sort of patience could also be seen as quite a bit of ignorance to an almost unnatural degree. Even then his crew had the capacity to know their captain was reliable enough to vouch for.
Oliander gave a shrug, "Any other chores I'd need you to do I can thing of as we go along. If you can cook that would be a good asset so our usual cooks don't kill themselves. As for rules, well, don't kill each other to start, heh heh. Really, all I ask is you don't cause too much trouble, and get back before we leave port on time. Any questions?" The old sailor crossed his arms over his chest as he stared down at Kashmere. He did not want to distrust this young man so soon, and wanted evidence as to whether or not he could place his own faith in the lad.
Regardless of his body's appearance, business was at hand, the boss the one being interviewed instead of a potential employee. "Well lad I can first tell ya I don't deal with souls. Last I heard that gets too messy for my liking. Just, you know, basic chores like cleaning the railing and swabbing the deck every so often. Maybe going out with some money I give ya and do a bit of shopping for essentials. Nothing like tossing you overboard like an anchor," Oliander stated. A brow raised, considering the shift in attitude Kashmere had taken. This one might prove to be a bit wild in his mood swings, but the old man was no better.
"Besides, even if someone being the anchor was a thing, yer too scrawny for that job. I'd be the one to do that! Not to show off, but," he began, scratching his chin a bit, "Okay, to show off. Heh heh heh." Patience in the form of switching gears was a skill he learned over the years. Although, this sort of patience could also be seen as quite a bit of ignorance to an almost unnatural degree. Even then his crew had the capacity to know their captain was reliable enough to vouch for.
Oliander gave a shrug, "Any other chores I'd need you to do I can thing of as we go along. If you can cook that would be a good asset so our usual cooks don't kill themselves. As for rules, well, don't kill each other to start, heh heh. Really, all I ask is you don't cause too much trouble, and get back before we leave port on time. Any questions?" The old sailor crossed his arms over his chest as he stared down at Kashmere. He did not want to distrust this young man so soon, and wanted evidence as to whether or not he could place his own faith in the lad.