Namor and Sue: (Backdated) Birthday Splashes

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Namor takes a break from steering the yacht to help the birthday girl.

Sun, sea, silence, renting out a yacht had probably been one of the best birthday ideas, alone with her friends, and the wide expanse of the sea. It was a welcome break from all the chaos that had surrounded the mansion over the summer. Sue actually felt at peace as she walked up along the side of the yacht enjoying the cool breeze which whipped her hair back behind her as she made her way towards the back of the boat. “Ahoy captain, permission to approach?” she called out teasingly to her friend who had been stuck behind the wheel of the yacht since they had left the harbour.

Although if you polled Namor, getting “stuck” at the wheel wasn’t a punishment at all. It was good to be back at home on the sea — not that he hadn’t been getting enough of home with his parents “vacationing” in the Hamptons until the end of term. But that afforded outings like this. He took a deep breath of the salty air and sighed contentedly. “Well, Miss Storm. You get points for appropriate ship lingo.”

“If you’re gonna do something you might as well do it right,” Sue replied with a smile as she passed Namor a cold drink and hoisted herself up to sit balanced on the railing next to him kicking her feet slowly in the air. “I can see why you like it up here, gotta be the best view on the ship,” she commented sweeping her gaze over the expanse of the sea in front of them, “It looks so peaceful.”

“Every view on a ship is good as long as you are out of the sea.” He accepted the soda and gave the bottle an appraising look. “I trust that the lot of everyone else are remaining well behaved?”

Sue shook her head and smiled at Namor, “A bunch of teenagers on a ship in the middle of no-where, do you really think that they’re going to behave. I’m pretty sure I heard talk about throwing someone overboard when we anchored.”

For this she got an a raised eyebrow, but his gaze remained impassively on the horizon. “That sounds like a marvelous idea. I can think of a few people whose mood would only improve with a little swimming.”

Sue tilted her head to look at Namor before grinning, “And here I thought you were supposed to be the responsible one out here today.” She grinned at him, “I think everyone’s mood would improve with some swimming, I’m sure it’s like a law or something.”

“Oh please. I can maintain being responsible while throwing someone into the sea. It is all about attitude.”

“Attitude huh? So if you’re gonna send someone into the water it has to be for their own good, or because they need it?” the blonde inquired innocently.

“I hope that you are not implying that I can only act on one reason at a time. They may need it for their own good. Or my own peace of mind.”

“Or for the good of everyone else,” Sue added, “One reason, two reasons, ten reasons; the number is unimportant. There is only one reason that counts. Because you wanna see them get wet.”

“Miss Storm, you offend me. Being wet is delightful. What I want to see is their expression as it happens.”

Sue laughed, “Touche,” she inclined her head at Namor, “I stand corrected, the look on their faces is probably the best part of throwing someone into the sea.”

Namor smiled contentedly. “There is hope for you yet, Miss Storm. The trick is to not let your audience know that is the best part. You must savor it quietly.”

“You don’t think that if you throw them into the water they might realize that you’re enjoying it?” the blonde pointed out, “why else would you do it.”

Namor's countenance immediately changed, as if he were slipping on another suit jacket and a familiar frown. “I must do what is regrettable to set the proper example. It is a matter of honor.” He put a hand to his chest and stared off into the horizon dramatically.

"Well of course, a matter of honor. There's nothing more important." Sue agreed as she clapped her hands, a smile wreathing her face, "Bravo your highness, have you ever considered a career on the stage? I think you'd be a natural."

His serious frown shifted as though that idea left a bad taste in his mouth. "I am a natural leader. That is what matters, regardless of any other talents I may possess. I know what path is laid out in front of me."

Sue crossed her hands across her chest, unconsciously reflecting Namor's more serious tone, "All leadership has an element of acting to it Namor, acting like you're confident when you're not, like everything is going to be ok, or you know what you're doing. Besides, no-one says you just have to be one thing, you could be a leader and an actor and a mechanic if you wanted to be."

For this, she got a laugh. "You got a few things right there, but it fell apart when you suggested I would ever find something that could shake my confidence. I see you plan to be both a scientist and a comedian."

Sue laughed along with Namor curtsying , "Well I try, besides you know how it is, it always makes sense to have a back up career in mind." the blonde noted, "Or I could combine them, "Serious scientist by day, colourful comic by night."

"That would be best. Colorful scientist would not suit you, no one rightly enjoys a serious comic." A rush of loud, raised voices broke the conversation, reminding the two that there was ostensibly a party happening elsewhere on the boat. Namor reacted first: "Looks like the peasants are getting rowdy."

Sue grimaced and pushed herself off the railing before starting in the direction ot the stairs down to the rest of the yacht, "It looks that way, I'd better go see what they're upto." The blonde fell silent as a thought to her and she glanced back at Namor with a grin, "Unless that is...you'd like to come and help me make an example or two, for their own good of course."

The frown was back. "We would have to anchor."

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Sue swept her hands out to the horizon and span around, "Where better to take a break and drop anchor and let people...get in some swimming?"

"I am very concerned about your pause there."

Sue gave Namor an innocent look, "I have no idea what you're talking about I'm sure. I'm hurt by the insinuation that I might be upto anything, stricken to the core," she clenched her hands over her heart as her smile turned mischevious, "though that's not to say that one or two of them might not require some reminders that what they really want to do is go for a swim."

Namor remained unconvinced and crossed his arms over his chest as if to demonstrate his exasperation. "Very well. I will do as the birthday girl wishes. Who will we dunk first?"

"My brother, always my brother." Came the reply. What's the point of having a sibling if you can't throw them into the sea and soak them.

Namor set a few controls at the steering console before moving to the side to deftly unhinge a few loose ropes, securing the anchor as the yacht came to a restful stop. "Consider it done."