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 May 10, 2016 14:02:38 GMT -8
Lost somewhere in the endless ocean, this tropical island is a rich and natural paradise of greenery and resources. Fresh water, game to hunt, sandy beaches and more can be found here. It sure seems an obvious place for any ship to stop and resupply!
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2016 14:25:48 GMT -8
They'd made good time after picking up their unhappy captive, and it wasn't long before she heard a lookout calling down, 'Land ho!' The crew knew the drill quite well and began scrambling to take in sail and readying to drop the anchor. By the time they coasted into the shallows, everyone was poised and ready to act. And at her signal, the anchor was dropped, the ship coming to a stop and bobbing gently in the waves. With that done, she began stripping.
"Oi, Cap'n, permission t'go do some 'untin'?" She fully anticipated he would say yes, she was after all their best swimmer. She needed to get in the water! It called to her. She moved over to the rail in just her smallclothes as the dinghy was readied and lowered, prepared to launch herself into the water the moment Jack gave the order.
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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 May 10, 2016 17:23:39 GMT -8
Ray was still chained to the mast with an exorbitant amount of chains. He had fallen asleep at some point, his head slumped forward. He was finally awakened by the lookout yelling 'land ho' and he sleepily looked around. He even tried to get up, before remembering the chains that restrained him. He groaned in annoyance for a second at this.
"Can you unchain me at least? It's not like I can escape either way if that's what you are worried about," Ray said, annoyance in his voice. He had tried for hours to at least loosen the chains with his increased strength but had no luck at it previously, which was part of the reason why he had fell asleep.
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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 May 10, 2016 19:13:12 GMT -8
Hellfire Jack smiled with arms crossed over the scar that ran across his toned chest, his positiveness now unmatched after seeing how beautiful the island was so closely. "Aye, y'have m'permission to hun' us up some grub Laila. In fact, our water stocks'll be runnin' low, not t'mention other t'ings too. So I say we all go 'n' take the res' o'the day off so we can has us a little vacation while we fill our booty wit' some more booty."
Suddenly, a cheer erupted from a handful of the nearby pirates. "e'cept you t'ree," Jack immediately said, turning to face them. Their utter look of disappointment was met only with a coy grin, while their captain turned to look back at the island again. "We can' leave t'boat completely unguarded, so you's are gonna hav'to take up t'at duty fer now. Don' worry y'selves, I'll send some o' t'other lads back t'replace ya in a couple o' 'ours!"
He hadn't forgotten about Ray either, who seemed to have decided to wake up and speak. Jack narrowed an eye at the man, then moved over behind the mask and rattled with a key and the chains. After a few seconds, they fell down to the deck and left him free. "Y'right t'ere," he admitted quite openly. "t'only t'ing y'can do here is be annoyin', so I'll give ya t'benefit o' the doubt an' give ya free reign t'stay aroun' me or one o' me trusted crew members so we's can be keepin' an eye on ya."
"Now, I expect y' all t'be on t'island gettin' supplies in t'next half an hour!" He called out to the crew. "An' I expect at leas' one o' me lovely piratesses t'be on t'beach sunbat'in' wit'out 'er clothes on!"
With that said he suddenly turned, ran and dived over the edge of the ship. Not a moment later, he loudly splashed into the ocean and began to swim.
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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 May 10, 2016 21:25:09 GMT -8
Romelia strode over to the newly-freed Ray, carrying a bowl of parsnip soup and glaring coldly at him. As harsh as her gaze was, however, there was a slight pinkness in her cheeks and she glanced away if he tried to meet her gaze.
"So...the cap'n has let you free, huh? W-well, don't try to pull anything. I'm keeping an eye on you. But it's not because I like you, or anything! Just...because I've got spare time, that's all. And you can't be trusted."
After a moment's hesitation, she thrusts the bowl of soup towards him, spilling a few drops. She still refuses to meet his gaze, and her pale white face is turning more pink by the moment.
"H-here, I made some food. Not for you, mind. This was just what was leftover. Because nobody will buy you if you're wasting away, that's all. Not like I care about you."
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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 May 11, 2016 21:38:03 GMT -8
Finally free of the uncomfortable chains, Ray would stretch languidly, his muscled features flexing as he did so. It felt good to finally be free of those chains, he thought as he felt a cool sea breeze on his bare chest. A few moments later he would spot the girl he had fought in the water previously when he was first brought aboard the ship.
He immediately noticed her tendency to avoid meeting his gaze, and the slight pinkness of her cheeks. Her words said one thing, but her body language said something entirely different. For now Ray would play along however, with a slight smirk on his face, "Oh no need to worry about me pulling anything with you around to watch me," he said somewhat amused.
When she offered him the parsnip soup however, he would suddenly remember how hungry he was. Of course, he would take the soup, slurping it down hungrily by drinking it directly from the bowl. Once he was finished he would set the bowl down on a nearby crate, turning back towards Romelia,
"Of course, of course. Food for the slave to look his best for the buyers, I get it," he said wryly, before adding, "Well, I want to go onto the island to, maybe swim a bit or go exploring, I don't know. Anything would surely beat being chained to the mast. I guess you will be accompanying me to make sure I don't try to pull anything?"
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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2016 21:48:48 GMT -8
With Jack's approval in hand, Laila grabbed a net, basket, and harpoon, and dove from the deck into the water. When she hit the salt, she took on her shark form and disappeared into the blue.
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Post by Deleted on May 12, 2016 13:08:32 GMT -8
Fiona took the rope in hand and vaulted over the edge of the crow’s nest, sliding down its length until her boots hit the deck. She flipped her scarlet hair over her shoulder, a brilliant smile on her gorgeous face and she winked at the Captain as he walked by, hearing the tail-end of his orders:
"An' I expect at leas' one o' me lovely piratesses t'be on t'beach sunbat'in' wit'out 'er clothes on!"
“I guess that means me,” Fiona teased as she headed over to where Romelia and Ray were having a little discussion. Laila immediately leapt over the edge to go do her shark thing, but Fiona didn’t seem to mind. She’d be catching up with her sister later.
“Aw, Romelia, you shouldn’t have,” Fiona said and she reached out to stroke Ray’s cheeks – but she had gloves on this time, so nothing untoward would happen to him. It didn’t even occur to Fiona to check on Ripper to see how he’d survived the blood-letting.
Then she looked between Romelia and Ray and an auburn brow perked on her face. “Has anyone told you both that you look related?” With a toss of her hair over her slender shoulder, she straddled the balustrade of the ship and took the rope ladder down to the rowboat floating in the shallows of the island.
Once they had rowed close enough to the beach, Fiona moved out of the boat, sea water splashing around her legs as she made way onto the beach. She commanded a few of the pirates that had come with them to start gathering coconuts and make a search for clean water without salt.
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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 May 12, 2016 18:20:42 GMT -8
When the smaller boat hit the beach, Jack hopped out over the edge and was among those who took it and dragged it up on shore before tossing rope and oars back inside. Ahhh, the feeling of his shoes crunching upon sand wet by the ocean tide and the smell of fresh jungle permeating his nostrils... It was glorious! The island was quite large too, definitely enough for it to take a good few days to fully explore it if they decided to stay and do such a thing.
But for now...
"Alright t'en, let's get a nice lickle forward camp goin' on t'beach 'ere wit' a big campfire an' such," he ordered with an excited clap of his hands while Fiona ordered some of the men to go gather coconuts and look for fresh water. He soon called out, adding to her orders with his own; "an' don' forget t'bring fruit wit' ya, any an' all kinds is fine since I be taste testin' t'ones we don' recognize for poison anyways! An' remember if y'see anyt'ing dangerous t' immediately sound t'alarm. I don' want any trouble or me crew dyin' whilst we're 'ere."
He looked around, rather content with assuming the others would be doing something useful while he walked up the beach a little and found a nice, high spot of sand away from where he expected the tide would reach. When there, he patted the area with his foot to make sure there weren't any hidden scorpions or dog-sized man-eating sandworm monsters (a story for another time) and then pulled his long coat from his otherwise naked torso with a slight clumsiness, which he then lay down on the beach to create a makeshift blanket.
Soon he turned, facing the ocean horizon and lying back on his coat with his legs out straight and his arms crossed behind his head. A necklace with a silver crow skull lay against his chest, partially covering one of the many tattoos that decorated his tanned skin.
"Aaaaah... T'is is t'life."
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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 May 13, 2016 20:01:13 GMT -8
Romelia was about to respond to Ray when Fiona walked up and mentioned that they looked related. The half-mermaid's head immediately whipped around to stare at the lazy redhead.
"Ehh? Don't insult me like that, Fiona! Get out of here! Go on, shoo!"
As Fiona left, Romelia turned back to Ray, cheeks still pink.
"Well...alright. I suppose you can go ashore. But I don't want you swimming off once we get into the water, ok?"
She rummaged around in a box full of chains (lying conveniently on the deck) until she found what she was looking for: a heavy iron collar. Walking over to Ray, she clamped it firmly around his neck, holing on tight to the other end of the chain.
"Alright, let's go."
Tugging firmly on the chain, she dragged Ray into the other dingy (full of various members of the crew) and rode it ashore. Once reaching the shore, she dragged Ray out and pulled him underneath a coconut tree.
"Sit here or you'll get sunburned. Nobody wants to buy a toasted slave. Idiot."
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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 May 13, 2016 20:11:54 GMT -8
Ripper stirs from his sleep and heads out onto the main deck. They were anchored and everyone was gone. They had left him behind. Fantastic! He could go back to sleep. Yawning he returns to his bed and after changing the sheets he goes back to sleep.
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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 May 13, 2016 21:25:21 GMT -8
Ray would flinch away from Fiona's cheek stroking. Fiona unsettled Ray more than anything at this point, and he didn't like people touching his face uninvited either way. At the remark of Romelia and Ray appearing to be related Ray would snort, before responding, "Yeah right, there's no way I'm related to her," he said smartly.
Ray would watch Fiona climb over the railing of the ship and down the rope ladder, momentarily distracted as Romelia rummaged through the crate for the chains. His attention would be returned to her once she began talking again.
"What? Why would I swim off? That shark lady would just catch me anyway. Hey wait, are you really going to put that on me?" Ray lets out an exasperated sigh, letting her put on the heavy iron collar.
"Well well well, I'm guessing you are into this sorta thing? Should I be calling you mistress from now on too?" he asked sarcastically as she led him onto the dingy that would bring them ashore. The ride ashore with the other pirates was not very pleasant, and some of them couldn't help but laugh at the predicament the first-mate's new 'pet' as they called it had gotten into. This only earned them a deadly glare from Ray, although that only made it more comically for the pirates. Ray would burn their faces into his mind, vowing to get revenge at a later date.
Finally they would reach the shore and Ray would breath a sigh of relief, only to be cut short by Romelia tugging on his chain.
"Jeez do you have to pull on the chain so much?" he complained. He would follow her to the coconut tree, smirking slightly as she spoke to him again, "As you wish mistress, I will sit under this here coconut tree. It would most definitely be a shame if I was toasted by the sun."
Ray sat under the coconut tree, leaning back against it's trunk and crossing his arms over his chest as he stared at Romelia with an amused gaze.
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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 May 13, 2016 21:53:56 GMT -8
Romelia glared down at Ray as he smirked, and jerked the chain again. She had the distinct feeling that he was making fun of her, and she hated being made fun of. Frowning, she knelt down to his level.
"You wipe that grin off your face or I'll do it for you, you hear? I don't believe you understand your position. If you disrespect me any more, you'll suffer for it, ok? If you say my name, put some respect on it. Actually, you don't even deserve to say my name. 'Yes Ma'am' and 'No Ma'am' will be sufficient. Do you understand me?"
She stood up, adjusting her hat. It wasn't as fancy as the other one, but it would have to do.
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Post by Deleted on May 14, 2016 18:27:50 GMT -8
It was a fundamental fact about Fiona that she found pleasure in the suffering of others. Ray 's flinch away from her touch had been duly noted and would be remembered. It amused her, but only because she forgot to be hurt. It had been years since she'd last felt a lover's caress and it wore on a woman's soul, after all.
Having delegated most of the work that she should have been doing, she glanced over her shoulder and saw Romelia dragging Ray up the beach by his chain... and the Captain stripping off his coat so the sun could kiss his flesh. Laila was out hunting, and Ripper was forgotten on the ship. She? She decided to leave the Merry Crew behind and began to walk the coastline of the island.
She was not out of sight when the redhead finally came to a spot she liked... and then she began to undress to Sun bathe. Her belt was dropped first, and then her coat... followed by her sash, and she drew off her boots. Her shirt was stripped off over her head, and her vibrant red hair caressed down her naked back. The captain had said topless, hadn't he? But then Fiona bent over and drew off her trousers. She settled, naked and a ways away from the crew, on the beach, stretching out her long legs and closing her eyes as she relaxed.
The world was a vacation to Fiona, who was notoriously selfish and lazy. Aaah, yo ho yo ho.
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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 May 15, 2016 12:07:04 GMT -8
No-one came to bother Jack, for they all seemed to know exactly what they should or wanted to be doing. This was good, for it meant that the captain could have some time to himself to relax and allow himself the privilege of being lazy even if only for an hour.
Sighing contently the pirate nestled himself into his coat and kicked off his boots, before partially burying his feet in the sand and gazing up at the strangely shaped clouds as they floated through the sky. So many strange shapes, 90% of which seemed to look like images of a violent death or terrifying beast.. How unusual. He shuddered at one particularly horrible-looking cloud, which was around the point he decided to watch his crew instead.
Many were setting up small campfires to boil the running water the crew had already found in the jungle of the island and others were piling up coconuts and fruits they had found near the beach. He even saw a small animal one of them had apparently caught for meat. Things were progressing smoothly and quickly, just the way he liked it. Romelia and the prisoner seemed to be flirting under a tree, while Ripper was no-where to be seen and Laila was probably still out catching fish. Fiona, however, seemed to wander right past him and continue on down the beach a way away from any of the other crew members with almost certainly the same goal in mind that he had. It wasn't at all unexpected then that Jack found himself watching Fiona quite openly as she undressed down to her bare behind, but he stopped when she lay down on the sand and made herself comfortable.
He let out another sigh, turning back up to peer up at the sky. Soon, his own eyes began to close and before long he appeared to be sleeping.
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Hidden in the thick growth of the island flora, an utterly silent and nearly invisible figure watched Fiona. A pair of eyes that were hidden in the leaves examined her, but then moved on as though never there. Fiona might feel as though something had been watching her, though surely that was a guaranteed?
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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 May 15, 2016 13:51:42 GMT -8
"Ouch..." Ray rubbed his neck after she pulled the chain again, frowning slightly. Soon however he would retort again, "Yes ma'am, although I think pulling the chain could possibly damage me, and I'd be worth less. You don't want that do you?" he said offhandedly. He would fall silent for a long while then relaxing in the cool shade of the coconut tree for a while before speaking again,
"Are you just gonna stand there watching me the whole time? Don't you have anything better to do?"
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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2016 15:06:25 GMT -8
She'd just stepped out of her trousers and tossed them over her boots when she looked over her shoulder and saw the Captain openly and unashamedly watching her. Because Fiona was aware that she had a body women would kill for and men would beg for, she wiggled her bottom in his direction and gave him a saucy wink.
Unfortunately, no one would be able to touch her. Pity, that. She looked beyond him towards Romelia and Ray still arguing like siblings and she rolled her pretty blue eyes, lowering herself to stretch out in the sand. She was just about to make herself comfortable when she felt a tingle of awareness on her skin.
And not a good tingle, but a bad tingle.
Pushing up onto her elbow, she turned a little onto her side in order to lift her face and look into the lush darkness of the jungle. The sea breeze caressed her skin, and although it was warm, she felt a coldness in her spine.
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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 May 15, 2016 21:31:07 GMT -8
"Hmmph..."
When Ray mentioned that jerking the chain might hurt his resale value, Romelia frowned and turned away, then sat down in the sand next to him. She sat there, a slight pout on her lips, until Ray asked if she was going to watch him all day. Romelia jumped up to her feet, turning red once more.
"Huh? Of course not! I was just sitting here to get out of the sun for a few minutes. I was planning on going soon anyway. But we can't have you run off now, can we?"
Taking the chain, she wrapped it around the tree and locked it in place. Ray would have about a five-foot radius around the tree to walk about. Romelia stepped back, admiring her handiwork.
"Sit tight. Don't let a coconut fall on your head."
Having thus secured Ray, she went down to the shoreline to sing and brush her hair while sitting on a rock. It had always relaxed her, for reasons unknown. Perhaps it was a trait inherited from her mother.
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2016 17:08:10 GMT -8
Music!
"Land! Land! By Balren's bloody beard, it's land! Get up you sacks of fat!" The ship of the Dwarves approached the Island. This sight of land was none too early. Booze on the crude ship was being drunk and burned faster than it was made in the small on-board distillery. The Dwarves could take the intense heat after lives near burning ethanol, but the humidity was a whole new deal. Mnay had sagged down, covered themselves in their leather masks hoping to keep the moisture out. Seeing shore made a few cheer, while the rest tried to mumble some sort of sign of happiness, but their spirits were clearly improving. Many who were lying down or throwing up were coming upright, and getting ready. Their leader, Captain Karl looked around. The Dwarves had never dealt with tropics before, and were not sure about how to deal with them now. Still, they would press on. "Right lads, we don't know what kind of horrors are here, so far the sea has been kind, no serpents, no octopi bigger than our ship, no drakes, and the forests don't look as menacing as the one back in Dolburrim. Still, be on the lookout, be ready for fighting and all. Prime the two swivelling ballistae on the top, load the Dolburrim Flames with the ethanol, don't let old Jovek drink it. Who knows what is waiting for us. Let's just approach the Island, we'll get as close as we can before hitting sand and then drop anchor. Ready der lit' boat, we'll need to go there soon. We'll go to the island after we get close, minimal risks. Alright?" With that the Dwarf ship plodded as close to the island as it could, their spot of landing on a map of the island would be 90 degrees further clockwise to the west from where the pirates landed. The little boat would begin it's short trip to the island itself, the Dwarves on the boat cheering for them, a little muffled through their masks but nonetheless loud. Sounds of bottles smashing, fencing with bone and tooth cutlasses, and various songs would be the theme of the cacophony they made. |
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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 May 19, 2016 20:47:19 GMT -8
"Aw, come on. Really? You're just going to leave me chained to a tree now? Why can't you just let me go on my own, it's not like I'm running off on a damn island..." Ray complained, yet Romelia had already walked off. Ray would heavily sigh, sitting down again as he had gotten up to call after her.
He crossed his arms then, muttering to himself, "Yeah right, like there even is any damn coconuts in this tree..." Ray would glance up curiously then, as he had not checked previously. There were no coconuts that he could spot thankfully. Ray would pull lightly at the metal collar around his neck, as if to make it more comfortable. This manuever however did not work.
Eventually getting bored he would lay in the sand staring up at the blue sky for a while before dozing off in the shade of the tree coconut tree which bore no coconuts.
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