Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24685738-20170719030306/@comment-5543592-20170722190402

"Bagarok's... takin' a wee swim." Gunnar said, before laughing to himself, and heading out with Ollie.

Bagarok found himself trailing along side of the boat, near it's stern, bobbing as he created drag in the water. He was bound tightly by the rope. It encricled his whole torso, trapping his arms-- the very thing restraining him was also the only thing keeping him from becoming a fixture on the ocean floor. The rope was tied off on one of the massive cleats on the ship's side. The ocean's current spun him around, making it difficult for him to get his barings, or control which direction he went.

"You've won Gunnar's respect, Ollie." The pirate sat, as they headed up. He shouldered the crossbow as the brig was left behind them. "Ya really 'ave.  Holdin' yer own with folk like 'em who live for danger.  Gunnar's admires that.  Reminds him a bit of himself, when he was Little Gunnar."