Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-4598697-20160102020351/@comment-26956198-20160107173735

Simon 

Simon entered cabin 213, lugging his heavy suitcase behind him. He fell over the bags of his cabin mate which had been left in the middle of the room and noticed the name tag dangling from the handle 'Rónán Selkie'. "Oh great" Simon sighed. He didn't have anything against Rónán but the other boy certainly didn't care for him, for the simple reason that Simon was a fisher and Rónán was a fish, well, a seal.

Picking himself up, Simon made his way to the neatly made lower bunk. He then changed his mind and, to be nice to Rónán, choose the top bunk, he reasoned that the Selkie would prefer the bottom bunk. He packed away his clothes and fishing gear, then made his way to the food court. He was hungry, even though he had eaten before boarding the ship. A full Irish breakfast would be nice.

Rónán 

Taking of his top and folding it on top of an empty deckchair next to his towel, Rónán slipped into his grey seal skin that he had been hiding in the folds of his towel. His eyesight sharpened and the pool of clear blue water looked even more inviting. Making his way slowly towards it on his awkward flippers, he scolded himself for not changing by the side of the pool but he stopped as soon as he was submerged in the cool liquid. Now his flippers were no longer awkward and he had swam four full lengths before coming up for air, he could have done more had he been practicing. He dune a series of underwater acrobatics, somersaults, twists and turns before floating on his back, daydreaming about his life under the sea, the bright sun overhead warming him.