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Post by Australia on Mar 18, 2010 23:44:29 GMT -5
"You're too bony for the sharks mate." He cracked a grin, arms crossed over his chest. He was grateful the captain was actually willing. If he had said no James was going to have to think up a back up plan. Which probably would involve picking the captain up and throwing him into the water again, and forcing him.
"How about then when the beach clears out a bit? I doubt you want everyone to see." He'd probably already wounded the captain's pride by having a good portion of the crew see him nearly drown.
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Post by England on Mar 23, 2010 19:35:30 GMT -5
Flushing slightly as his eyes roved over to his crew - some of whom were still watching him with a curious expression while others pointedly looked away, trying to not look as if they were eavesdropping. Coughing delicately into a fist and trying to not shuffle his feet in his embarrassment, he gave James a small smile. "I think that would be for the best..."
And... "One more thing..." he mumbled, "........thank you... for saving me..." he frowned up at James, followed by a quick smirk. "Even if you were the one who threw me in there."
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Post by Australia on Mar 24, 2010 22:08:09 GMT -5
"Like I would let a good mate of mine drown," he rubbed the side of his nose, looking off to the side. "Eeeh, especially when it was kinda my fault..."
Smiling sheepishly he glanced back at the captain. He couldn't help but be a bit surprised over the 'thank you'. After all, he never actually thought he had heard the captain thank him for anything before. And considering the situation... Well James was still surprised he hadn't been made to walk the plank or anything.
Looking around at the other crew members, he decided it was going to be a while until the beach had cleared. With a simple shrug to that though he laid down on the warm sand, idly wiggling his feet beneath the sand.
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Post by England on Mar 26, 2010 13:11:19 GMT -5
Coming to the same silent conclusion as James, he stretched a little before giving his australian crew mans shoulder a quick squeeze as he stepped through the sand to pick up his fallen book. Dusting it off with a few quick pats, he made his way back to his umbrella - as much as he wanted to dry off, he didn't want to burn to a crisp in the hot australian sun.
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Post by Australia on Mar 26, 2010 18:38:41 GMT -5
The sudden squeeze on his shoulder caught him by surprise, and James couldn't keep an eyebrow from lifting. But then he opted to shrug it off, shutting his eyes against the sun. He heard the captain moving, probably to get his book back. And he was probably going straight back to that umbrella. James had to snort at that. Yeah, that was probably for the best. Arthur looked like he would burn to a crisp if he stayed out of the shade for an extended period.
Content where he was, he kept his eyes closed. The sun felt nice, so did the sand. He really hadn't realized how much he had missed his home country. He really hadn't.
Before he knew it, James had dozed off under the sun.
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Post by walesnotwhales on Mar 29, 2010 23:52:30 GMT -5
Eira had walked down from the ship to where the rest of the crew were lounging on the Australian beach. She had lost the beret - something she didn't usually do, but she didn't want to get it wet - and had pulled back her hair with a ribbon. She wore a lighter dress than usual because it was so hot - everything else was much too heavy for this sun - and she had lost the boots, opting to go barefoot.
The sand under her feet was hot, and she had to move fast so she didn't burn them. She walked over to where James was passed out in the sand and laughed, looking down at him. She looked back at her brother, who was sitting under an umbrella reading a book. Arthur was pale as it was, but at this rate, he would never get any color at all. You could practically see his veins. "Arthur! You should come down here."
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Post by England on Apr 2, 2010 12:15:29 GMT -5
(ha, so... I typed up this awesome reply to this thread, his the post button... and firefox logged me out, followed by crashing horribly... it's still not fixed *is using safari* so I don't think this'll be as good as before.)
Arthur had been absorbed back into the book when a sudden voice snapped him out of it. Looking up with mild confusion, his eyes traveled over to James and - ah, there! Eira was over there. Wondering when she had gotten there (but secretly glad she hadn't seen him being tossed in the ocean by James...) he scowled back at her.
"No thanks, Eira. I'd really rather not burn to a crisp today." after all, he'd made enough of a fool of himself as it was.
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Post by Australia on Apr 6, 2010 20:36:15 GMT -5
James really hadn't meant to fallen asleep. But the warm sun was just too nice. He became all but oblivious to the world, turning on his side, arms subconsciously wrapping around thin air. He had left his old stuffed animal on the ship. Finally having grown out of the habit of needing to carry it around where ever he went. After all, the crew had teased him relentlessly about the little habit when they had learned it was the old koala he hid in his bag.
Still though, he had yet to break the habit of sleeping without it.
((... It's frustrating to type a response when your persons asleep XD; so you two just go back and forth. I'll pop back in later?))
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Post by walesnotwhales on Apr 18, 2010 20:13:03 GMT -5
"What's with the face? Come on and lighten up. ...Or in your case, get some color, for once." She walked over to Arthur's umbrella and looked down at him through her glasses - they sat on the bridge of her nose. She really needed to get those fixed, they were way too big. "Come on, stop being lazy."
Eira rested her hands on her hips. It wasn't like her to be so pushy, but she hadn't seen the sun like this in so long. Back home, it was always cloudy and grey, and it rained a lot, so the kids barely ever got to play. She wanted to make up for that.
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Post by England on Apr 25, 2010 12:12:11 GMT -5
Running a hand through his salt-water caked hair (causing it to stick up all over the place - not that HE could see that) the idea of relinquishing his spot under the umbrella to burn and sweat in the sun sounded incredibly unappealing. Scowling more up at his sister he shook his head stubbornly. "I'd really rather not burn." And the ocean had probably washed away all his sunblock... which he suddenly remembered leaving on the ship.
"...strike a deal?" he asked wearily after being subjected to his sister's begging look long enough. "Fetch my sunblock from the ship and I'll get out from under this umbrella."
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