Hellfire Jack
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Post by Hellfire Jack on Mar 23, 2016 9:17:53 GMT -8
The Misfortune
On the open seas, a ship of dark wood and worn sails known as The Misfortune strikes fear into the heart of all those who sail the shipping lanes. Crewed by pirates and the damned, Misfortune is just large enough to house a hundred crew members, ten naval ballistae and more than enough loot and cargo; not so small as to be worthless in a fight, but not so large as to be slow and cumbersome on the water.
The ship's flag design is of a bare-breasted Siren holding a skull.
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Current Location: Somewhere in the open seas.
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Hellfire Jack
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Post by Hellfire Jack on Mar 23, 2016 9:48:30 GMT -8
In the open sea, with no land in any direction except for a small island large enough to contain only a single tree, the Misfortune sailed peacefully in the direction of the shipping lanes while the morning sun crept out from behind the horizon. Hellfire Jack, as his enemies knew him, was slowly rocked awake by the slight unsteadiness of the water. He was in the captain's cabin, legs up over the desk and head flopped backwards over the top of his chair with his mouth agape and pointing at the ceiling.
His eyes opened and within seconds he recognized not only where he was but also the unbearable pain and stiffness in his neck. "Aaaagh shit!" He groaned out loud, his curse breaking the silence of the morning as he forced himself up out of his seat and forcibly massaged the back of his shoulders with one hand while the other swept his unkept hair back behind his face and then scooted down to lift his coat.
"I swear I need'ta give a slap to whoever keeps letting me fall asleep on that damn chair," he complained, pushing open the door to the deck and breathing in the morning breeze while sweeping his coat behind his back and successfully sliding his arms down through the sleeves. Now dressed in boots, trousers and an open captain's coat, Jack made his way to the side of the deck and peered down at the ocean below. "The water's slightly choppy today. Better not be another storm."
He turned then, peering idly in the direction of the mast while taking in as much air into his chest as he could. When his lungs were at maximum capacity, he released:
"IT'S TIME TO WAKEY WAKEY, MATEYS. GET TO WORK!"
His yell, which was enough by itself to wake the ancient beasts that slept upon the unexplored floor of the ocean, would certainly get his crew up and hungry for pirate-y things.
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Romelia Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 19
Physical Description: Romelia sports the Fletcher family's signature white hair and pale skin. She has sharp, pointy teeth behind her plump and pretty lips, and has a rather slim and petite figure. She stands about 5'3".
Clothes and Equipment: Having always been a particularly vain young lady, Romelia wears only the finest pirate clothes with an absurdly extravagant hat. She carries a long cutlass with an intricately engraved hand guard.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 21:24:01 GMT -8
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Post by Romelia Fletcher on Mar 23, 2016 10:13:08 GMT -8
The measured, purposeful tap tap tap of boots on the wood announces Romelia's entrance. She strides up the stairs and onto the main decks, behind the captain. There's a crinkle of foil paper being torn open and a sharp crack as she bites into a bar of chocolate. It's her first one of the day, but it's far from her last. Breakfast in hand, she walks up to the captain.
"What's up today, captain? Have we got any plans? Any raiding to be done, or treasure to be hunted? The crew is doing alright, mostly. I had to throw Iggy off the side last night after I caught him trying to swipe some of my chocolate, but everything has been going well besides that. We might have to stop and resupply soon, though. We've still got plenty of food, but everyone's getting awfully tired of parsnip soup."
She shakes her head at the thought and bites into her chocolate bar. No need to think about the taste of parsnip soup right now.
"I know the last ship we raided was full of parsnips, but we could have sold them! Or let them sink to the bottom of the sea! But no, somebody had the bright idea of taking them for our own supplies. Who thought it would be a good idea to have our entire food supply be seven crates of parsnips? It's ridiculous. Nobody even likes parsnips."
Sighing, she takes another bite of her precious chocolate. Her supply of chocolate bars is massive, and heavily guarded. She doesn't allow anybody to lay a finger on her chocolate. This causes some resentment, especially when the crew has had nothing to eat but parsnips for the past two weeks.
"Jenkins caught a seagull yesterday, and there was a fight over who got to eat it. A seagull, captain. We need to get some food. Fast."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 10:30:48 GMT -8
Laila had been dozing when Jack and Romelia came up top. How the woman could sleep standing up and still man the helm was a mystery none had yet been able to figure out, but it probably had something to do with how she slept with both eyes open. The exceptional balance that came from spending most of her life aboard a ship in one form or another probably helped, as well. As it was, she snapped awake when the Captain bellowed, her copper-colored eyes darting toward the man. A half-assed salute was offered, right hand raising toward her brow, tapping fingertips to the messy red fringe that spilled forward, then flicking back out in his general direction.
She half-listened as Romelia spoke to the man, her nose crinkling. If someone else would man the helm for a while, she'd just pop into the water with a few nets and catch them some food. It wasn't a permanent fix, but it'd do till they could find land - preferably with some game - and she could devote a couple of days to restocking their supplies of meat, fruits, and vegetables.. preferably anything other than parsnips. Leaning forward onto the wheel, her arms draped between the handles, voice raised in its melodic lilt to reach their ears. "Soon's we fend a place ter weigh anchor, I can catch us at least a wee bit o' grub. Or if'n we need ter act faster, someone else can take th' 'elm, an' I'll 'unt while we sail."
With that offer extended, she leaned back, gloved hands curling about the handles once more while her gaze skimmed the horizon. It would, naturally, be their decision what course of action was taken.. but Laila was happy to take to the water whenever needed. The toothy beast that roiled and writhed within her soul was always eager to immerse itself in the salty depths, to swim with the current and clamp its jaws around unsuspecting pray... Just the thought made her salivate, licking her lips hungrily.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
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Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Mar 23, 2016 10:46:31 GMT -8
Ripper stirred to wakefulness and felt a sharp pain between his shoulder blades. What the hell, he reaches over his head and feels around. There was a knife buried in his back. Right in a spot where he could feel it but not pull it out. Oh right Romelia had stabbed him, right before she chucked Iggy over board. That also explained why his shirt felt stiff, covered in blood. Still he had managed to pilfer some chocolate so overall worth it.
Ripper gets out of bed carefully. Doing his best not to disturb the knife. One of the perks of being the saw bones, he got one of the only real beds on the ship. Well as long no one was dying anyway. On this crew people were often inconsiderate and did that. Lousy ingrates putting him out of his bed. He walks outside and spots the Captain and Romelia talking. Well can't shout out, so that leaves... He walks up to the helm and whispers to Laila.
"Give you half a chocolate bar if you pull the knife out of my back."
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Hellfire Jack
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 20:41:52 GMT -8
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Post by Hellfire Jack on Mar 23, 2016 16:07:29 GMT -8
While the crew started their morning routine and began their first jobs of the day, Jack eyed Romelia and her chocolate and her disheartening words on the status of the ship's food stores. He turned himself around again, peering off the side of the ship and folding his arms proudly across his chest with the horizon in his eyes.
"Listen 'ere, Miss Fletcher. On land, food is a luxury. A tasty, juicy, delicious pass-time that all men and all women can enjoy to their 'eart's content. But this ain't the land... This is the sea! Here, food is not a comfort, 'tis a medicine. You don't enjoy takin' yer medicine, you just swallow it down an' trust it's keepin' ya alive!"
He made a ring with his thumb and finger, then peered through it at the point where the sea met the sky; then turned to slowly scan it while Laila spoke from the helm and Rickard mentioned something about a knife. After making certain there was nothing on the horizon of interest, he turned around to watch Laila and gave a nod.
"On the other 'and, we are gonna need fresh water. So maybe makin' a stop on a nearby deserted island of tropical wonders, fruits and animals t'eat ain't such a bad idea. Where's me damn navigator? Oh sod it! Helmsman, set a course for that there direction," he ordered, pointing in the direction of the eastern sun. "Or whichever direction t'which yer feel so inclined to take us, 'slong as we reach some land at the end of it."
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 16:19:16 GMT -8
She was bored, but the lazy, selfish redhead up in the crow's nest would rather be up there in the dangerous, belly-dropping sway above the ship than she wanted to be down below, where she might actually have to, you know, work.
The curvaceous redhead with the acid-green eyes was looking down at her nails -- also a bright green, and using a knife to pick the dirt out from beneath them. She could vaguely hear the conversation going on down below about food, and her stomach grumbled to throw in her opinion. Per force of habit, her thick lashes lifted to look out over the sea, yawning as she took a look around when she spotted something on the ocean.
Standing from where she'd been sitting on an empty barrel, she took the spyglass from where it was held at her hip and looked through the sight. A rogue smile turned up her scarlet lips and she snapped the spyglass closed before taking hold of the side of the crow's nest and leaning over, the large, soft swells of her breasts pressing tightly over her tight bodice and threatening to spill over.
"Ahoy, Cap'n! Seems we have food comin' our way!" she called. "Yonder starboard side!" She pointed so he could get a good look of the loan rowboat out in the great wide blue, where a white-haired man sat. Shirtless, and delicious, in Fiona's humble and promiscuous opinion.
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Romelia Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 19
Physical Description: Romelia sports the Fletcher family's signature white hair and pale skin. She has sharp, pointy teeth behind her plump and pretty lips, and has a rather slim and petite figure. She stands about 5'3".
Clothes and Equipment: Having always been a particularly vain young lady, Romelia wears only the finest pirate clothes with an absurdly extravagant hat. She carries a long cutlass with an intricately engraved hand guard.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 21:24:01 GMT -8
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Post by Romelia Fletcher on Mar 23, 2016 16:36:34 GMT -8
Romelia shrugs noncommittally. She isn't particularly fond of parsnips, but she's got plenty of chocolate.
"Even so, captain. It's good to have variety in your diet."
When Fiona shouts out from the crow's nest, Romelia looks towards where she's pointing.
"Hey, it's some guy. Whattaya know."
After thinking for a moment, she grabs a line and throws it out to him. Who knows, maybe there's someone who would be willing to pay a ransom for him.
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Ray Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Height: 6'0''
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: Sleek and muscular
General: Ray is devilishly handsome all around, probably due to being half Kelpie, which are known to attract their victims with their looks.
Clothes and Equipment: Ray has never particularly liked wearing much clothes, and often is shirtless as it is more comfortable for him due to his ability to absorb water through his skin. Too much clothes feels suffocating to him. When he is wearing something on his upper body however it is a loose coat that gives him much needed breathing room.
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Registered: Mar 23, 2016 13:50:44 GMT -8
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Post by Ray Fletcher on Mar 23, 2016 16:43:29 GMT -8
Ray had just woken up, sitting up in his small boat to stretch and take in the view of the rising sun over the crystal clear waters below. Yawning, he looked casually over the waters, not really looking for anything. He didn't even bother to turn around to catch sight of the pirate ship that was nearby and within sight. Instead he yawned, Not like there's anything to do, I will just lie back down and sleep a bit more...
And with that he laid back down on the floor of the rowboat and stared up at the ocean sky for a bit as the ship approached. The rope that Romelia threw would not reach anywhere near the rowboat, as it was still a fair distance away, instead splashing uselessly into the water.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 17:05:15 GMT -8
Glancing toward Ripper when he leaned in and spoke to her, Laila tilted to peer at the knife sticking out of his back, and smirked. Ah, well his offer explained why the knife was there... "Ye got yerself a deal." Murmured reply preceded her reaching around and yanking the blade out of his back, flipping it around so she was holding the blade, and offering it to the surgeon hilt first. She looked back just in time to catch Jack's words, and nodded. "Aye aye, Cap'n."
Gripping the handles, she spun the wheel around, aiming it toward the eastern horizon.. at least, until she heard her sister call out from overhead. Turning her gaze skyward to look at Fiona, she followed the direction of her sister's gesture, and on impulse, spun the wheel around to steer toward the man in the boat. The ship seemed to be going at a fairly good clip, so it shouldn't take them long to get there. She was curious as to who was out in the middle of the ocean in a boat for no apparent reason, and what that reason might be. Curious, indeed.
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Rickard "Ripper" Flint
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Roleplay posts: 77
Age: Surprising.
Physical Description: Standing at a hairs breadth under six feet tall, Ripper is a tall and slightly gaunt man. His face is angular and his bright green eyes narrow. His skin is a sickly pale grey and his body is made up of lean wiry muscle. He has long black hair that is usually quite messy.
Clothes and Equipment: Ripper is never scene without his long black coat. This often mended garment has innumerable little pockets that he uses to store a variety of things. Thread, needles, knives, rations, quills, ink, scalpels, and much, much more. Some of the pockets have even been water proofed just in case.
Besides the coat he also often wears a red bandanna to keep his hair tied back and bandages to cover his frequent wounds.
Registered: Mar 22, 2016 16:11:36 GMT -8
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Post by Rickard "Ripper" Flint on Mar 23, 2016 18:08:42 GMT -8
Ripper took the offered knife. The blade was a good 6 inches long. Damn, a cut that deep would take a few days to heal. He can already feel the blood trickling down his back. He would have to get someone to sew it shut. How had he even slept with it in his back? He must have been really drunk. Explained why he agreed to steal the chocolate. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the chocolate bar. Splitting it in two he hands half to Laila.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
Ripper yawns, scratches at his wound, and wonders back down to the main deck. He munches on his chocolate as they come upon the dingy. Oh joy a castaway. Would they kill him? Or would the take him in? He hoped it was the former. If it was the later and the man was injured, Ripper would have to help him. That sounded like a pain.
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Hellfire Jack
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Roleplay posts: 16
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 20:41:52 GMT -8
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Post by Hellfire Jack on Mar 23, 2016 18:53:41 GMT -8
It seemed commotion was beginning, as expected in the morning. Mornings were always a busy time on deck, a fact that never stayed long. Usually people went back to their daily routines, quietening down a little until the next interesting thing happened; which, admittedly, was a lot in the life of a pirate.
In fact that morning didn't even wait to throw the first surprise at them. A castaway! Jack, now completely ignoring anything that was said and directed at him for that moment in time, peered over the starboard side and down at the man in the distance and the rope that had completely missed him.
"Whoever threw that is not allowed t'hoist sails from this moment on," the captain declared, before beckoning for Laila to turn the ship towards the castaway and sail towards him better.
"Rightey, lads 'n' lasses. We have on our 'ands a bit of a conundrum as to what we do with this crewless feller. Do we a: rob 'im of all 'is valuables, lock 'im in the brig and then ransom 'im off to 'oever wants t'pay. B: rob 'im of all 'is valuables, cast 'im adrift on the sea again with nary a raft for company. Or C: rob 'im of all 'is valuables, then in true pirate fashion murder 'im and let the crew 'ave sausages for dinner? The last part bein' optional o'course, since I be knowin' that at least one of you is secretly a vegetarian. Shout out your vote!"
Not long after he finished speaking, news of an island was given by Gulo and he gave a nod. "Right y'are! Set a course for the island! Helsman, I want us there five minutes ago!"
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Gulo
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Registered: Mar 22, 2016 15:23:20 GMT -8
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Post by Gulo on Mar 23, 2016 19:07:13 GMT -8
A shadow stood upon the edge of the bowsprit. Peering out into the endless depths of the ocean, the seas were relatively calm and clear though land had been scarce -- a few dunes peeked occasionally from beneath the water like blemishes upon an otherwise pristine surface though it was nothing worth bringing to the attention of the helm's master or Captain. For the moment the male merely stood as he had done for days scarcely moving from that position. The glimmer of the early sun reflects brilliantly off the surface of brass. A spy-glass which was used to scout out the surrounding areas -- faint haze could be made out upon the horizon giving the illusion that -something - was there but Gulo knew better. His mind raced as it often had driven by a singular thought, Reap the Hearts, the Treasure I seek. which seemed to slow the pace of the boat and made the days seem to drag on into eternity. It was now a burning hunger that he felt in the pit of his stomach-- an ache that could not be mended by the taking of food. And in that regard the man took very little.
If any had been paying attention they would have noticed Gulo's lack presence, and odd behaviors. The male rarely ate and had grown thin by it, rarely slept evident by the blackness that stained the rim around eyes, and was often seen mumbling darkly to himself or staring blankly into the sea as if -something- called him towards to the watery depths, begging him to return. The male was trapped within his own thoughts and scarcely heard the voices of those below, no, the wind rushed over him lifting the tails of his coat and his disheveled hair which now framed his face. He donned a simple tricorne which protected him from the sun though his skin was unusually pale.
The booming voice of the captain however was enough to draw him from his reverie; a side long glance was cast over his shoulders, golden hues narrowing slightly at his fellow Crew Members. Oh how nice of them to join us? Lips tip upward and he peers once more through that eye piece. Aha! A rock formation upon the distance gave evidence as to where they were.
In one fluid motion the male the male weaves between the web of rope and fastening before landing gracefully upon the deck below. Boots click softly upon the wooden surface and he makes his way towards the stern of the boat joining the Captain and the First-Mate respectively offering them a slight nod.
'Captain.' He began. 'There's a small island towards the east. Common spot for pirates and rogues to stop and resupply. Real friendly like. We could reach by nightfall.. Shall I chart a course?'
Lips curl slightly offering a crooked smile; yes they would be given a chance to resupply but the slightly fellow always had an ulterior motive behind his actions. More pirates... more possibilities.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2016 20:09:43 GMT -8
Right, well, she wasn't going to stand around in the nest while the party happened down below, was she? She sheathed her dagger at the thick belt around her lithe waist, then took a gloved hold of the rope near her. Stepping onto her seat and then onto the nest's edge, she slid down past sails and rigging until her heeled boots landed with a thunk! On the upper deck.
Gulo passed her by, and the redheaded vixen looked his way, an open gleam of curiosity in her green eyes. The man was a mystery, keeping to himself, rarely eating, rarely sleeping. Most didn't notice, but as Fiona had nothing better to do than to watch the horizon and the ship, she had. Mostly she was curious about him in an almost clinical way. Fiona didn't feel much affection or empathy people in the first place.
She walked after Gulo and tossed a quicksilver smile to Laila as she circled around her sister. "But what if he's a cute lad?" She asked, looking out to where Laila steeredt he ship to the rowboat. Fiona bent over, putting her best assets on display as she braced her elbows on the balustrade in front of the wheel. "Maybe the ladies could use a bit of fun, hm?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2016 13:17:31 GMT -8
Ooh, sweet victory. Taking a sizable bite of her half of the chocolate bar, and thankful for her big mouth, Laila was quick to cram the rest of it in, not wanting Romelia to see the helmsman munching down on her secret stash. Totally worth it. Her mouth was still full of chocolate goodness when the captain asked for a vote, and she called out as best she could. "M'thinks we shoulds pick th' rascal up an' see if'n we can make any use o' 'im." There were never too many useful hands on board a ship, after all.
Given she was already steering toward the man and his boat, Jack's gesture to head that way was only met by a nod. The ship was going at a good clip, so they should be there before long. The little rowboat was steadily growing larger in her field of vision. "Aye, Cap'n. Once we pick up dis sorry lad, I'll steer us t'ward th' island." Glancing toward her sister as Fiona approached, Laila chuckled at the other O'Dairgh, shaking her head. Funny, that the sister who most wanted to touch men couldn't, and the one who could wanted nothing to do with them. "A'ways thinkin' wit' yer bits, eh Fi?"
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Romelia Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 25
Age: 19
Physical Description: Romelia sports the Fletcher family's signature white hair and pale skin. She has sharp, pointy teeth behind her plump and pretty lips, and has a rather slim and petite figure. She stands about 5'3".
Clothes and Equipment: Having always been a particularly vain young lady, Romelia wears only the finest pirate clothes with an absurdly extravagant hat. She carries a long cutlass with an intricately engraved hand guard.
Registered: Mar 21, 2016 21:24:01 GMT -8
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Post by Romelia Fletcher on Mar 24, 2016 17:58:09 GMT -8
"Hmmph..."
Romelia turns away from the side of the ship, pouting slightly at her poor throw. Looks like she'd misjudged the distance and overestimated her strength, as well as let go of the rope too early.
"The wind caught it. That's why it didn't go all the way. I totally could've tossed it all the way, y'know. It's not like I was really trying."
She leans moodily against the mast and opens another bar of chocolate, glaring at anyone who dares glance her way.
"Go pick him up. Maybe he's got something valuable on him."
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Hellfire Jack
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Registered: Mar 21, 2016 20:41:52 GMT -8
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Post by Hellfire Jack on Mar 24, 2016 18:06:19 GMT -8
"Votin' time's over. Rob 'n' kidnap it is, gentleladies," Jack replied to them, taking the coiled rope ladder that lay on the deck by the ship's edge and throwing it down over the side until it hung cleanly over the edge with a strong grip. "Right then stranger, ye'd best be climbin' up on board 'nless you fancy dyin' o' thirst surrounded by water, a most 'orrible and ironic way to perish 'sfar as I'm concerned," his voice called out towards the castaway.
He seemed in quite a cheerful mood that morning, likely because nothing seemed to have gone wrong with his crew during the previous night. Nothing that was so far revealed to him, at least; he assumed that if such a problem did exist, it would be perfectly fine as long as he never found out about it.
"'n don't be so harsh to judge your sister for thinkin' with 'er bits. We all think with our bits sometimes, especially me. In fact when I encounter what one could consider a moral dilemma, I always cede to the decision made by my bits first. Your mind can play tricks on ya but your bits never will."
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Ray Fletcher
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Roleplay posts: 26
Age: 17
Physical Description: Height: 6'0''
Hair: White
Eyes: Blue
Build: Sleek and muscular
General: Ray is devilishly handsome all around, probably due to being half Kelpie, which are known to attract their victims with their looks.
Clothes and Equipment: Ray has never particularly liked wearing much clothes, and often is shirtless as it is more comfortable for him due to his ability to absorb water through his skin. Too much clothes feels suffocating to him. When he is wearing something on his upper body however it is a loose coat that gives him much needed breathing room.
Player's online availability : Arrrg.
Registered: Mar 23, 2016 13:50:44 GMT -8
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Post by Ray Fletcher on Mar 24, 2016 18:23:54 GMT -8
Ray soon became aware of the approaching ship, it's shape moving through the humidity in the air and displacing the moisture. It was in this way he 'saw' the ship coming, despite not rising to watch it's approach. Also he heard the sound of water splashing along it's hull. Ray sighed then, where they pirates? Perhaps a trading vessel? Either way he didn't really feel like dealing with it right now. He had plenty of food stocked on his small boat in the form of hard tack and salted meat. As for water... that was not a problem Ray had due to his abilities.
He soon then sensed the ship pull up next to his ship, it seemed they were indeed intent on bothering him, and it was only confirmed when the rope ladder descended down towards him. Ray's response to man seemed disinterested as he replied, not even bothering to stand up in his boat and instead staying laid down with his eyes closed,
"I don't think I will be, 'sides I don't need to be worryin about no water," he said.
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Gulo
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Post by Gulo on Mar 24, 2016 20:05:06 GMT -8
The faint foot falls of the woman behind him were noted , though he continued at an almost languished pace -- until he reached his intended destination. Once his suggestion was greeted favorably the male merely nods -- he would give the helm's master the directions soon enough but for now it seemed that there was something else that required attention; Gulo sauntered towards the edge of the ship, gloved hands moving to rest against the railing as he peered into the depths below, seeing the small boat bobbing up and down lightly within the ship's wake. When the captain called for a vote as to determine the fate of the stranger he could not help but smile as he recalled his own predicament once upon a time. Though he abstained from voting, though golden hues falling upon the man below, looking him over briefly in the chance that the cast-a-way had been one. Though that was not likely to be the case with a small breath the pale faced man turned, rear pressing up against the guard rail.
That hunger swelling slightly within the pit of his stomach, and for a moment he thought he heard what sounded like the beating of a heart. Boots click softly upon the deck as he makes his way towards the helm. A hand reaching into the folds of his vest retrieving a folded parchment of paper. Opened, it revealed a chart of their current area which had been crafted along their journeys - under the light of fire. It had been skillfully done each line deliberate; He approached Laila now stopping just a few paces away. A quick glance over the map then to that rock formation that he had noted earlier, peering over the edge of the map. The directions were simple enough and an audible sigh slipped past his now covered lips.
"Due East.. Try not to hit any rocks."
And though he had confidence in her ability to steer it seemed like something worth mentioning, there were often rocks which lurked just beneath the surface of the water and as they approached the island there would be various reefs and coral that may prove troublesome to navigate, not to mention the possibility of running into other ships. The parchment was folded neatly and stuffed back into his pocket.
All in a day's work. He began to pace off once more, choosing to keep his interactions with the other crew members brief if he could help it and usually only spoke with them and when he did it was usually out of necessity or a formality, and right now he needed to get away from them.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 24, 2016 20:16:45 GMT -8
She rolled her eyes at her sister's remark about bits. It was on the tip of her tongue to remark about cobwebs and make a pithy statement about wrinkled up and dry, but instead she caught Romelia's pouting. Her smile returned to her crimson lips as she looked at the First Mate.
"Sure it did, darling. Of course it did."
The captain came forward, boasting about bits and whether they were to be trusted or not. As Fiona had found, trusting your bits actually led you into a far bit of trouble. She didn't get her curse from using her mind, after all. It was her libido that had gotten her into trouble, and once this curse was lifted.... watch out, world.
The bodacious redhead was still bent over, arms on the railway as they came alongside the dinghy where the white-haired boy seemed to lounge. Fiona glanced between him and Romelia as she chuckled.
"It's adorable that he thinks he has a choice," Fiona said with a tip of her head, the seabreeze playing through her red-gold locks. Her acid green gaze suddenly went sharp on Ray. "Per'aps you don't need water, boyo. How do you do with poison?"
Was it a threat? Not yet. But the others on the ship would know that Fiona was close to using her spines, if only to be spiteful and petty, rather than to be violent.
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