Name: Kyle Sanders Age: 20 Gender: Male Family: Nope Personality: Eh, RP it out? Further appearance: Eh? History: o-o Position: Just one of the mate's Skills: Hmm... Good weapon's handling and he's good at climbing.
Kyle walked from the sailor's quarters rubbing his eyes. He had just woken up and he knew he would pay for it later. Sighing, he walked over to the captain. "Aye, Captain," Kyle said with a grin. "What ye want me to do?" He asked, stretching his sore limbs. Those hammocks weren't the most comfortable thing he's ever layed on and he was feeling it.
((Sorry! Had a graveside memorial service for my grammpa yesterday. WW2, Pearl Harbor veteran.))
Dog barked, drawing Kats attention as she finished her job. She looked down from the yard of the top mast and called. "Good morrow Kyle! We got pren'y o' work for ya!"
9:59am May 31 2010 (last edited on 9:59am May 31 2010)
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((Ish okeez. ^^;))
Her job finished, Kat climbed down the rigging on the side of the ship and stood, looking about. She grinned at Kris and Dog bounded over to Kyle, sniffing his hands for food.
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