Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20131112133018/@comment-3293219-20131218173848

The two of them sat in silence for several hours, Morgen was trying to remain strong for her sister and Caleb was simply bored, trapped in this place, waiting for the weather to release him.

Morgen caught his eye several times, looking like she was going to speak but she always backed out of it, like a child approaching a scary looking dog on a dare.

"You mentioned 'raids..." Morgen finally said staring at him and waiting for a response. "What do you do? Are you a guard or something?

Caleb sighed heavily and made himself comfortable, before answering her question, "A guard? How many guards wear eye patches and have clothes that smell of tar?"

"So... you're a criminal?" Morgen muttered, sounding disappointed in him.

"Yep, I used to rob ships."

Morgen looked up, ''a pirate? Out here?''

"You're a long way from the sea, grandpa." She smirked.

Caleb groaned, he hated being called 'grandpa,' he was only in his fourties but a life like his would make anyone look old.

"I got a letter from the Jarl of Whiterun..." He confessed, pulling the piece of paper from his pocket and holding it up in the air.

Morgen, sounded unimpressed. "What did you do, to piss him off?"

Caleb didn't know, he'd never even been to Whiterun... "I dunno, maybe I harpooned his favourite whale."

Morgen smiled at the thought, she would have laughed but she was trying to keep up her 'defensive' persona.

"Or sank a ship that was meant to deliver his month supply of skooma." The nord suggested.

"Or erectile disfunction medicine."

Morgen burst out laughing, slapping her knee and throwing her head forward, Caleb himself couldn't help but chuckle.