[center][h2]Richard Fowl[/h2][/center]

Roaring waves of sea water rippled into streams of foaming driblets as it clanged upon the aegis of the starboard hull, bifurcating into smaller rifts of perpetual torrents. The breeze was frigid and unrelenting, pulling the warmth of a hushed reverie whilst howling within the subtle districts of the upper deck. Neither did it become a cordial nor pleasant specter for one to embrace as it continuously sailed its lucid threads among passengers who were deemed far from offering resistance to its unwelcoming temperature. Few sorted the unthinkable as they attempted to defy its upheaval, only to be remunerated by a deplorable consequence. Richard exemplified those who took the challenge as if he assumed to be better than any of them. Hands deposited within the warmth of his pockets, thinking it might abrogate the obscure ire of a bitter climate. 

Clinging against the steel rails wasn't the best of ideas one could've mustered with. Its freezing surface gnawed a piercing sensation that stirred one's already fragile equilibrium. Nevertheless while being reasonably aware of it, Richard pursued as to balance himself from the vessel's bowed shifting. He felt the dizziness swirling around his unsettled mind, crawling a forceful retch that awaited its unpleasant release. Perhaps if the cold was far from being a bearable adversary, the unsavory plucks of seasickness seemed worse.

[i]This is not the best time be alive.[/i]

As his mind raced against the discomforting furor, Richard tried best to rectify the nagging force when he let a belch of sour air escape from his mouth. Luckily, no one was at his proximity proven the stench left him grimaced, and without a doubt would compel anyone away from smelling it. A stream of his exhaled breath followed, barely noticing a frigid wisp of air decomposing its warmth. He pulled the shade of his hood, partly suppressing from the harsh rigidity of the relentless chill, vaguely fearing the likeliness of a frostbite.

Afterwards, he tried to proceed with a saunter, occasionally limping from a sudden pitch of the platform. Outside weaved a vast deluge of seawater, darkened by leaden foils of frost as his gaze was pulled towards it. The sky was swathed by uneven shades of black and cerulean, and through its extensive layer dwelt meager displays of stars, most unfolding a barely visible glimpse from its gleaming sharp dazzle. Beneath, laid a spacious picture of the academy but Richard mostly ignored it as he continued with his steps, aiming to reach the cabins and grab a thicker jacket. Never did he fancy an idea worse than wearing a filmy sweatshirt let alone pants made out of cotton. Perchance to illogical schemes like these were best buried underneath the domain of his ignorance. 

Upon his path came an unlikely confrontation, forcing the youth from his sauntering due to the alluring view of one's beauty. Something was amiss, as if it was pulling him astray while influencing a subtlety of actions to deviate from his jurisdiction. Sights were set towards a blonde girl who stood beside the cabin's door, later on gazing for a particular moment of time as he dazzled upon the elegance she swayed. The warmth of his body easily rose and flailed the girded shivers bestowed by the vile weather, allowing the breadth of his chest to throb wildly from an uncertain feeling that was floundering his firmness.

[i]Hello beautiful.[/i]

Words slipped inside his thoughts as a soap would escape from one's clumsy hands. He shook his head by the time he recognized how nearly close he was from falling within mesmerized thoughts. Still, Richard couldn't simply deny how attractive the girl looked but reasoning with his feelings lacked a certain notion of his understanding. 

"I'd say, the fun they're having down there shouldn't be missed by the likes of you. Then again, we all have our personal definitions of enjoyment. Some happen to find it in the seats of solitude, like me as an example." He expressed a thin, brittle smile while adding an abrupt chortle ― something likely formed from sheepish attempts. 

"Richard by the way," He nodded afterwards. "Pardon my intrusion, hopefully I hadn't bothered your time with silence as I failed to notice that my businesses should be of my own." 

Truth be told, it was of his main intention and by stating his apology gave him a slight assurance to be noticed, or at least as what he believed. He continued his way inside the cabin while waiting for a chance to let the girl acknowledge his presence.