He waves a hand blankly at the next yard below them for a few moments.
"...Fore-...course yard?" he hazards. "Since a, I haven't checked that one out for, you know, integrity or anything, and b," he continues, patting the furled sail, "this whole thing might come unravelled. And - well."
For the first time, Crowley lowers his head to look at Wellard over the tops of his sunglasses - which, really, is a mean trick to play on the boy whilst they're up in the rigging, but... well, Crowley'd catch him if anything happened. Probably.
Then, one arm gripping the yard, he bends just enough to wrap the other around the top of the coiled sailcloth, and - with a very slight "Oof," - straightens his knees once more. The rope tying the sail to the mast goes slack.
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Date: 2006-09-20 03:48 am (UTC)He waves a hand blankly at the next yard below them for a few moments.
"...Fore-...course yard?" he hazards. "Since a, I haven't checked that one out for, you know, integrity or anything, and b," he continues, patting the furled sail, "this whole thing might come unravelled. And - well."
For the first time, Crowley lowers his head to look at Wellard over the tops of his sunglasses - which, really, is a mean trick to play on the boy whilst they're up in the rigging, but... well, Crowley'd catch him if anything happened. Probably.
Then, one arm gripping the yard, he bends just enough to wrap the other around the top of the coiled sailcloth, and - with a very slight "Oof," - straightens his knees once more. The rope tying the sail to the mast goes slack.
He raises an eyebrow.