it was friday morn when we set sail

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[ It's an exciting career, piracy. Danger, adventure, freedom – and always something new. Ignis likes to keep things fresh, likes to keep himself, his crew, and above all his competitors on their toes, and it's to that end that he'd hatched his latest plot. A new captain of a new ship bragging far and wide about the vast quantity of precious jewels he'd come by might not have been much cause for concern – after all, Ignis himself is no stranger to a certain amount of showmanship – if said captain hadn't been quite so persistent in his pursuit of Coctura, woman of culture and captain of the Mother of Pearl. She'd bemoaned it to Ignis over a copious amount of very fine brandy when last they'd met, and come by the idea of parting the man from his jewels by.way of provoking a mutiny among his men. Ignis would talk his way onto the ship to agitate, and then Coctura would lead both her crew and his to loot the cargo in the ensuing chaos.

It hadn't worked. The evidence of this is currently clearest in Ignis himself, who'd managed to talk his way out of a keel-hauling and been put to sea in a rickety old dinghy instead with nothing but his own clothing and jewelry and one short knife – ostensibly to allow him to catch food, but more truthfully as an escape if the thought of dying adrift, taken by thirst or hunger, became too much to bear.

Ignis, however, is not a man who gives up easily. The sparse little island he's spotted dosn't look close to big enough to make a life on, but it's more than big enough to build a signal fire and tide him over until his crew comes looking. So he's in good spirits as he makes for it, singing loudly to himself as he rows. ]

O, auburn was the colour of his hair
and his eyes were blue, and his cheeks were fair
and his lips were of a ruby fine
ten thousand times they've met with mine -

[ It's full-throated and spirited, until he's so caught up in his song and the hope born of spotting the island that he forgets to check the patterns of the water, and rows himself right over a rock jagged enough to rip a hole in the bottom of his boat. It starts to take on water immediately, and at a rapid enough rate that he knows he can't possibly make it to land before the entire thing sinks. In truth, even this isn't enough to dampen his spirits – he was a sailor before he was a pirate, and neither is a career any sane man would take to without being a strong swimmer -

until he sees the fin of a shark cutting through the water towards him. ]

Oh, fucking hell.

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[ Ignis nods. After the shark rescue, and in all honesty simply because of the somewhat surreal experience of meeting the most beautiful mane he's ever seen and a mythical creature all at once, he's somewhat hard pressed to think of anything he wouldn't consider worth drawing this out a little longer. ]

Name your terms, friend. I think you'll find I'm generally very accommodating.

[ Provided you're not the navy or a rival pirate trying to get between him and something shiny, that is. ]

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[ without even a moment of hesitation: ]

I want to see your feet.

[ DOES THE OCEAN HAVE??? FOOT FETISH-ESTS? ]

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[ Whether it's the thought of aquatic pervs or not, Ignis bursts into loud, throaty laughter. ]

More than fair. I can see your tail, after all.

[ And now that he's shallow enough to stand comfortably, Ignis wades the few steps closer to make movement easier and sets about taking his boots off. This takes rather longer than it would if Noct had found some other pirate - Ignis, being Ignis, wears boots that, in addition to their low heel, come up a few inches above his knee with a wide folded cuff that hides the tie of rather a lot of lacing. Once they're free, he punts them up onto the sand (they'll be ruined once the salt water dries anyway, so a little sand won't hurt) and sits as elegantly as he can in the waves breaking at the shoreline. ]

Feet, as promised. Play your cards right and I'll take the trousers off too.

[ He may be waggling a humorous eyebrow as he says this, but do not let that fool you into thinking he isn't very much hoping he has an opportunity to de-pants with this beautiful creature. ]

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[ hmm. are tails the same as feet? do humans think that showing each other their feet is... something intimate? is that why they keep them hidden all the time? so what does ignis think it means that noctis is letting him see his tail?

it's a lot to sort through, and he abandons it all the moment ignis sits and stretches his legs out in front of him.

noctis surges forward immediately, settling himself into the shallows and grabbing one of ignis' feet in his hands. his expression is nothing short of fascinated as he examines it, poking at the hard surface of the human's toenails and gently bending his toes. what are all these things for? ]

Feet are weird. [ but it's said with a touch of awe, almost as if it might be a compliment. and then he wiggles ignis' big toe, brow knitting with thought. ] What do you even use these things for?

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[ Ignis tenses just a little as the merman seizes his foot, but it leaches away when the curious prodding is limited to areas other than the sole of his foot. That's much safer territory. ]

Toes? They help with balance. They can spread [ which he demonstrates ] which helps when you're standing on a surface that's not stable or level. I can also pick things up with them, if they're small and I'm feeling particularly lazy.

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[ the toes spreading is met with a little sound of awe, and noctis notches his fingers between them as if he's startled not to find webbing there. ]

They're way smaller than fingers. Doesn't that make 'em harder to use?

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Oh, certainly. That and the way our weight is distributed. But there's a theory that humans and the great apes share a common ancestor, and their feet are almost like a second pair of hands. It's more for novelty value than anything, now.

[ Though he does spot a shell in the low water, which he summarily grasps with the toes of the foot Noct isn't holding and lifts it, pausing briefly to display the awkward curl of the digits around it before he transfers it to a hand. ]

Like so.

[ The small shell, however, contains a tiny but feisty hermit crab, who immediately pokes out a claw to pinch Ignis in rebuke. ]

Oh, pardon me.