Follow the Pretty Girl

Finally the battle had ended. And Darvin stood there soaked in the water of the River Chionthar, his own sweat and the blood of his enemies. It had been an exhausting battle. It seemed that men were always coming from somewhere new. The half-elf had fought gallantly and killed three men by his own sword, including the captain of the Sea Star. Nym had immediately headed in the direction of the ship, which now had no crew and sat idly in the harbor. Without much thought, Darvin followed her, but as he got close he started to come out of his daze and notice the ship. It was big, it had suffered damage, a rather large amount in fact, but it was available. And to Darvin, it being available is what mattered most. 

He thought about what their little group could do with a ship: the places they could go, the world they would see, the adventures they would have. At this moment Darvin noticed Nym scrambling up the gang plank and he hurried to join her on the deck. As he walked onto the ship he saw Nym standing at the rail on the far side staring into the water. He slowly walked towards her.

"Darvin..." She said as he came up behind her.

"Yes?" He half asked.

"Thank you for dancing with me. No one has ever asked me to dance before, at least no one I wanted to ask me anyway. There was this one time..." Nym was about to break into one of her tangents and Darvin knew it. This however was not the time for a tangent. The way the moon reflected off the water and onto Nym made her more beautiful than ever. And if Darvin hadn't fallen for her in the weeks leading up to the party, he definitely had now.

"You're welcome. It was my absolute pleasure." Darvin said as he wrapped his arms around her from behind.