lay at sea

Na'jara

I reached the bluff overlooking both the open water and the village, I see a small ship sailing out on the open waters. I find myself wondering about the people who build and travel on such ships, I shake the thought from my head and carefully make my way down to my home. I change my wrap placing it around my waist, pulling it up over my breasts and tying it behind my neck. I glanced in the basin of water, and with a soft sigh begin arranging my hair. The fertility festival was in two days under the full moon and preparations were in full swing.
 
OOC: is the ship sailing yet? I"m just curious.. oh and ya I will turn off my signiture sorry about that!

IC: Rosylan stood on deck staring out at the ocean wondering what her ex-husband was doing, or rather who. He never could keep his pants on, literally. What she ever saw in him she would never no. Looking towards the sky Rosylan sighed soflty forcing her thoughts towards her hopeul future without him.
 
Darren stepped out of his office to see Roselyn. "Rosey , are you ok?"
"Yah, I guess so.. I was just thinking ..."
"About your ex?"
"yeah"Roselyn looked back at the sea ."I just don't understand.Why?"Roselyn begain to cry. She couldn't help it. She tried to ride them but they kept coming .
Darren embrassed her. He could smell her shampoo and perfume.She smelled nice . But Darren shouted at himself mentally . he couldn't take it , though it was sitting on a sliver plater. "You'll be ok , He was a jerk and you knew it . Don't bother yourself over it ."
"But no one wants me anyway!He left me for prettier women, for sluts .and leaves me all alone , again."Roselyn smotherd her crys underhis broad shoulders.he smelt of Old Spice.
"MAny people love you Rosey. Your so buetiful where it counts. Here"Darren points to Roselyn's heart.""Thats were it matters. You just don't see how many people love you ."Darren sighed and held her closer on that full moon night. "I wish I could show you how much you mean to me , and the others."
 
Te'rico

I have been dreaming again, about Na'jara of course My dreams of her are almost always erotic. She is always naked, her body surrounded by a veil of mist that floats around her revealing yet concealing. Her long dark hair envelopes her firm round breasts, as if teasing me, as it caresses her taut rigid nipples.

I awake in a cold sweat. My loins on fire. I jump up and head for the cold showerstall covering my need with my hands praying that my little brothers sleeping next to me do not see. I pull the cord releasing the water from the wooden barell above me drenching me with cold water . I breath a sigh as my urgency subsides and my passsion disolves.

Tonite is the full moon fertility dance I have been preparing for it for days now, carving my symbol from a tree root I had saved for just this purpose. This is my first fertility dance. I have come of age, to take part in it as a participant. For years I have looked forward to this, watching as other tribal youths had come of age and taken Part in the dance. Now it is my turn and Na'jara's turn also, that is why I'm so excited and why my dreams of Na'jara have become so real.

My father taught me how to carve my symbol He told me to be exact not to exagerate like some men would, not to paint it with gaudy colors, or decorate with feathers. Keep it simple that's what attracted your mother to me He winked, a private father son wink, and left me to my carving.

I wondered what Na'jara would make her symbol out of. I hoped it would be something simple like mine Then I scolded myself. First I must wait for Na'jara to choose me, that is the way of the dance the woman chooses the man. She is the symbol of fertility the source of all life the offspring of the great mother god of all life.

Still I hope that Na'jara will choose me, it is only a dance after all it doesn't mean she has to make a comitment It is just in preparation for her womanhood. Just a begining there will be many more fertility dances for the both of us.

Folowing my fathers advice I carve slowly and carefully shaping the wood into a replica of my erect penis, a phalus to use at the dance to bring me to manhood.

I wonder again about Na'jara, what kind of vessel will she construct? What will she use to replicate her womanhood.
 
Rosylan pulled away from Darren forcing a smile to her face. "Thank you, I'm going to retire to my bunk now" turing away Rosylan headed for her bunk knowing she would not sleep one bit.
 
Na'jara

the fertility dance, she sighed. It felt like an antiquated ritual at times, and even though it would be her first she felt pressured and silly. She wished she could ask her mother to get her out of it, but her mother had long since passed from this life. With no aunts or sisters to guide her she merely had meddlesome women who wished to pair off with her father. She wasn't about to let them know her red time of month had started. She diligently worked on the token and wished as she often did that she had been borne elsewhere.
 
Darren wished she would invite him to her room. He wasn't sure why his mind had gone to the gutters."I don't know why my mind is acting this way. We're friends , not lovers " He muttered to himself and walked to his own cabin.

Roselyn sighed as she closed her door. The smell of his oldspice still dangling at the end of her nose . Roselyn looked around her bunk for a roommate to talk to . "I over heard him talking to my room mate , were is she ??"Though her words were of the room mate her mind wandered to Darren
 
Carl knocked on the door impedingly. He was a tall big brute with a warm smile and an even kinder heart. Each night after dinner he would make up some snack for the crew. Tonight it was double fudge brownies, a delicassy of his. He had to make extra though, because he had heard they were getting some new members.
It opened. There was a new one now. A bright fresh girl, although she looked as if she had been crying or something. He didn't like to have strangers know too much about people though, she had problems, hell so did he.
When was the last time he checked that deep broiler anyway?
"Welcome aboard. I've got something for you," he uncovered the pan. Huge square slices of brownies were piled up on the platter. Carl watched her eyes gleam as she saw them. On the sea, you'd be amazed at what people's mouth's would water over.
"My name is Carl, I will be the chef this voyage. Go ahead take one, or two. I always make too much," he patted his round tummy, "And if you don't eat them, I will, so come on."
 
Rosylan looked up at the man carrying the platter. When he revealed brownies her eyes lit up and she smiled. Chocholete was just what she needed to take her mind off things. Taking a couple brownies she looked at him "thank you" she took a bite "they are delicious!" she said taking another bite then another.
 
"I aim to please," Carl said, a half grin reaching his face, "The secret ingrediant is lard."
He saw her face as the brownie barely touched her lips.
"No, I'm kidding," he laughed. He always loved telling that joke. Someone asked what the secret ingrediant was, he would always say lard, just for a laugh. Cooking meals all day, a man had to have a sense of humor.
"Here, take a few more for your room mate. I need to do the brownie rounds anyway, tuck yourself in, first night on the boat isn't always the best. Take care now."
He gave her the other two brownies, she seemed very nice. Something new to this crew that he rather liked.
 
Alan

Alan went over the ships medical supplies and sighed... they were woefully equiped for emergencies and although they never really had emergencies Alan liked being prepared.
Alan scrolled though the ships medical og scanning for unusual Allergies or conditions but everything seemed pretty standard. Alan had given up medicine after bosnia he went from Doctor to medic , to bartender to drunk. Now he was clean and sober , but something was missing in his life.He tried several jobs but nothing seemed to fit. This job aboard a cruise seemed to keep him busy without any real commitments. Alan sighed and decided to take a walk.
 
ooc: no the ship hasn't left yet.

bic:Darren slipped off his jacket and sipped on a hot drink.sighing as he rememberd their embrace .Their touch, the love made him tingle all over for a spilt second. he layed on his bed hoping to get some sleep before tomorow, the day they would set the boat off into the ocean. He must rest so that he has energy for the long journey ahead.

Roselyn bit into the treat and her whole mouth enjoyed it ."This is devine.It really is great . ARe they your own making?" Rosey took another bite of the perfect treat in front of her. "I really must be going , but can i take a few treats with me for me and my roommate?"
 
"Nothing but the best for my crew, I made these from scratch with my own little hands," he winked at her, "Well, my own big hands anyway."
He placed a few more brownies in her hand. A man was truly happy when he loved his job, and Carl could honestly say he loved his job.
"Take some for your room mate, or for just later. Somehow I always get rid of these things. You have a good night, tomorrow is a big day."
 
Diana stood out on the ships deck her mind wandering. She wasn't even sure where this ship was going all she knew was that she needed to get away for a while. To settle her emotions and to work through the pain she felt. Watching the waves she she sighed softly hoping that she had made the right decision.
 
"good day to you to "Roselyn headed for her cabin and sighed as she closed the door . Looking around she relized she was alone still.."where is that roommate of mine?"

Darren stayed in his bed but was un able to sleep. Tossing and turning , trying to fall into a sleep he sighed Roselyn's name and fell into a light sleep.
 
Alan

Alan breathed in the sea air and sighed...he wanted to start new...to forget his old life and redefine who he was. He watched the sunset wishing for great change.

Little did he know just how much his wish was going to come true.
 
Roselyn thought about waiting up for her roommate but was to tired to go though with the plan . Hopping into bed,
still in her clothes, she feel asleep right away. Though people were still bording the boat it felt as though she had been on it for a long time.

Darren sighed in his sleep. He dremt of Roselyn . Humming into her ear and looking into her eyes. He felt a certin feeling in which many people were exprsesing right now . He dremt of holding her tightly agains't himself . Rocking her back and forth slowly , gentally,lovely . Smelling the smell of perfume and sampoo.Watching the way her eyes dilate with a simple twist of his hips . Oh how he felt he loved her . how it felt when he tells her in his dream. Thats all it is , though , sadly but true,just a dream.
 
Na'jara

I glanced up with a feigned smile, Te'ricos half sister. She shook her head she never understood why some women opted to join with a man who already had a wife. Her father had occasional dailances but had never joined again. It was rumored around the island that after she had gone through ritual her father would select a new wife. She glanced up at her and said, "Which one of your family was it?"
 
Na'jara

"If you think he's so handsome why don't you seduce him? It would be easy enough task...." I trail off as I find myself unwittingly following her without knowing why I even bother. "You are nearly of age as well, when will your first fertility dance be? next month?" I picked my way along, Te'rico was a nice enough boy, but I'd known him my entire life and couldn't quite picture him as a man, even with his sister's disturbing suggestion that he desired me in a way I could only imagine.

Kay as I affectionately called her seemed a tad smitten with me herself and had suggested sharing bathing times and so on. I shrugged my thoughts were jumbled as we found the boat.
 
Na'jara

I glance under seat, grabbing the smooth almost polished shaft of wood. My fingers slide over it and I teasingly held it to my lips as if I were to play it like a flute.

"It's so plain," I whisper wondering what Kay has in mind as we drift from the shore. "Nice size though, not grossly exagerrated like some."
 
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