Owner	Pose
Phobos	Falmouth in Cornwall is one of the better places to set out from if you're planning a long voyage across the Atlantic. Though not just because they're a seaside nautically focused town. And not just because they have some of the best pubs in England. But because they cater to the yacht-enabled for gear and equipment and supplies. Most likely since in the 70s a few movies were made in the area that influenced that trend and the vibe carried on to this day.     Which is most likely why Nat and Alex had chosen it.     So there they stood after several days spent enjoying the area, the local sights, the local pubs. Only one bar fight broke out because of Natasha's boredom, and it was a short brief affair since _she_ was the one that handled it. Alexander had stayed out of it on principle which made her pout at him as she was wont to do.     But today, on the morning of their trip, they stood on the dock next to their ship. It was freshly loaded with all of their supplies and had been cared for as well as inspected to make sure it hadn't suffered any problems in that first voyage. They stood there on the docks with a bottle of champagne on a table, and a huge aluminum tub of freshly steamed crabs, thick with seasoning and smelling /delicious/. So much so that people would walk by and smell it and look hungrily at the tub.     Though no earthly souls were meant to touch it.     "I told you, babe. We'll get lunch /after/ this."
Natasha Romanoff	"That is just cruel and unusual punishment. Not like he can't get his own crabs," Natasha mutters, keeping her voice somewhat low as she eyed the bucket of lovely yummy goodness one last time. "I would think he would appreciate a good prime rib or ribeye steak so much more." It had been a lovely trip so far but they were about to set out on the final leg of their journey. But as was required before such a trip, there had to be a ritual. That was one thing she had learned being around Olympians: They loved rituals. Even when they were of the modern ere and pretended they didn't. "So what precisely do we need to do here?" Since their last trip, hugging the coastlines, had not required quite this elaborate of a moment.
Phobos	A smirk sidelong, "It's more the notion," Alexander says sidelong, he had been up early early in the morning, three AM when he had headed out by himself out into the bay and deep beneath it. Seeking out these crabs as he collected them and stored them in a net sack that flowed with him underwater. He had taken several hours then got them back up onto the docks, set up the steamer and the seasonings, did the cooking himself, and after she /finally/ joined him near the middle of the day...     That was when he got them all set.     "It's about investing time and effort, you devote this to him and only him. It's to show respect, less that he wants to eat crab."
Natasha Romanoff	"So..." Because something about that just added up to her and Natasha wanted to make sure she was perfectly clear. "Since I did not participate in said investment of time and effort, is it going to carry over to me? Or do I need to do something elaborate so he doesn't have a wave snatch me off the boat while in motion, like something out of the Abyss?" She remembered that movie. She also remembered Moana. Either way, the ocean could be an asshole. Or maybe that was Alexander's uncle. Either way, she wanted to do her part! "Or will he be more forgiving since I am with you?"
Phobos	A laugh comes from him as he leans over and slips his arm around Natasha, "Well, technically, since I am a member of the Pantheon... I have my own sphere of influence." He grins and picks up the bottle of champagne and pops the cork into his hand with only a mild wince, then he sets the cork on the table with the tub of crab.     "So in the eyes of Olympus, you belong to me. See, I knew you'd be thrilled." Alex grins as he doesn't even look at Natasha as he imagines her glower narrow-eyed growly face. But then he pours the champagne over the crabs, letting it slosh gently as he takes a deep breath.     "Before you pop me one, gimme a sec."     And as he says that he then lifts his voice, not shouting but louder than conversational. "Uncle, you have been kind to us on our journey, and the beauty of your realm has given us such peace. It has given me new respect for the strength of your efforts, and appreciation for your convictions. This banquet I dedicate to you. Please look peacefully upon me and mine. Please grant us a gentle yet strong wind, peaceful seas, and a beautiful journey to our home. Thank you."     That said he takes up the bin by one hand, and gestures for her to take up the other side. Then with them both together he tips the bounty over into the water below.
Natasha Romanoff	There is so much wrong with this, it isn't even funny. His. That sounded entirely too possessive. For though she did consider herself his wife, even if they had not been officially married in a ceremony of man, and she considered him her husband, it didn't sound quite the same. But this was Olympians. Should she really be surprised? For that reason only, Alexander would not suffer for those words. As he said the words, she had to smile. Because there was so much truth there. This journey had been beautiful and perfect. Oddly, from the moment she had found him and gotten him out of that base. To the destruction of the place that had dared take him and those within. And then to the lovely time on the yacht traveling slowly along the Mediterranean Sea on the southern edge of Europe. It had been a time of bonding they had not experienced in their years together. Thus, it was happily she took up her side of the bin. Though it still seemed so wrong to dump those into the bay on some level, it felt right to give something back--even if it was just a moment of respect--for their time spent on the waters already, and in the future.
Phobos	Holding the bin he looks down into the water as all the crabs sploop shabloop back into the realm of Neptune, he watches for any possible sign, or any hint that the gift is accepted or rejected. Though perhaps the best sign is when they can see the other fish and undersea critters starting to catch the crab, and when some of the local gulls dive in and try to get their share.     "The realm accepts the gift at the least." He looks sidelong at her and then takes the empty tub, if only so he can step to her and slip his arm around her shoulder. "Alright, you want to go get some lunch?" He asks as he starts to walk back down the pier with her, a leisurely step with the two of them strolling. His sneakers thumping a little on the pier and his wind breaker flapping a little in the wind.
Natasha Romanoff	As the wildlife enjoys the fruits of Alexander's labor, she wonders if that is an actual sign or just the way nature works. She nestles into her spot under his shoulder, slipping her arm around his waist, hip brushing his as they are walking back up the pier. "We need to find somewhere with a lovely crab bake now," she agrees at the mention of lunch. And as they reach the end of the pier, she glances back toward the water. And for a moment, the light glints off it just so. Then it is gone. And she dismissed it as her imagination. She turned back forward and pulled out her phone to begin a search for a good seafood place here on the waterfront.