Sailing the Fires: Pirate Role Play

Snapping out of her insane panic, the captain regained her composure and stood tall and proud. "Ah, yes. Yes I am." With a quick count, Rowena smirked when she realized she had enough people for a crew. Twelve for a crew. "It would be great to have a doctor on board." Flashing a charming smile to the woman-doctor-human, Rowena did her best to ignore the throbbing in her cheek. She wasn't the best in defence and when that drunkard at the bar had punched her in the face, Rowena regretted the decision to let him hit her.


Clearing her throat, Rowena folded her arms over her chest, scanning over her crew. "Well, I'm not going to let you guys ride my baby for free." Rowena pet the ship affectionately, showing how much loved this beautiful work of art. "You guys are going to have to work."


"But, you were the one who kidnapped us." Robin added in in a very smart ass kind of way, a witty smirk on his lips. "You're lucky I'm not suing you."


"And you're lucky that I haven't thrown you into the magma." Rowena retorted, a bright smile on her face. "Anyway," the pirate captain began giving people their positions on the ship, even if it was just for temporary, Rowena wouldn't just let anyone get in her way of finding the Stone.


((and now everyone has their positions. :P btw keep a lookout for the next battle, it's going to be an epic one.))
 
Serus had begun to leave the bar already, as a stampede started behind him. Wha..? He thought, turning around. He was almost trampled, but he got out of the way in time, swivelling on his heels, running towards the ship. "I guess that's my queue to pilot." He said, racing to the boat as the all too familiar sounds of the police sounded. He continued on, going up the boat ramp, into the boat.


Serus went up to the place he was going to pilot, looking behind at the ever-chasing police. He began to steer the ship out of the dock, into the sea of magma. He continued on, steering expertly through the ships. He had managed to pick up a toothpick, and only pricked his tongue a couple hundred times when coming to the ship...


He looked at the new recruits, well, he was a new recruit himself, but he was already working, and had nothing better to do. He flipped down his goggles, which instantly- two fast for the eye to imagine anyways- found the distance between whatever he was looking at. He looked at the bow, memorizing the distance between him and the front of the ship. He then calculated how long it would take to turn, why, and several other things. He looked around, digital things and whatnot dancing around his vision, thanks to the goggles. All sorts of information was displayed, and it made it oh so much easier to pilot a boat.
 
(yay))


"Riding her baby...?" Jayson could understand associating inanimate objects as something so close to oneself as a baby, but did the captain really have to word it that way? He personally thought it sounded like they were pedophiles, but knew that wasn't the case. Upon getting is position in the crew, he immediately got to work. What was his next line?


"HOLY-Gah! These barrels are so freaking heavy, what is wrong with you barrels?! Why do you hate me?!" Of course Jayson was overacting, but it made for an interesting scene. Jayson was busy moving all the cargo to where it belonged and boy was he having fun. His back started to feel like jelly after a while, not at he stopped working. Taking a break was, apparently, unacceptable to him. He'd take a break whenever he felt like collapsing.
 
"After a fight like that I'm sure you lot are hungry." Violet stated casually. "I'll just go on and start cookin. Now, if I may ask, where might I find the kitchen? Or galley, if you prefer." She wiped her face with her handkerchief, and put her hands on her hips. Now she meant business.


"And while I'm up 'ere, I suppose now's the time to figure out what you'll be wanting for supper! It's more a matter of what ingredients you prefer! Taters? Onions? Beef? Chicken! Then it becomes a matter of what we've got 'ere. Now lesse... Cap'n if I may! I'd like to take inventory of all ya got! Food wise, anyway. Before I get to the kitchen, I like to know what I'm working with." Violet had plenty of experience cooking for big groups. It's basically what she did her entire childhood.
 
Reeves Harwell sat tranquilly in his usual spot, underneath his favorite tree near his home. His home itself wasn't very roomy, so he preferred to spend his time outside anyways. It made him feel less contained, and it was much easier to talk to his friends.


He was just about to nod off to sleep when he heard the sound of flapping wings. Above him, a pigeon landed on the tree and chirped out a few brief notes. Reeves jolted upright and nearly smacked his forehead on a low branch.


"The Wicked Turnip is docked in town!?"


He sprang to his feet and stumbled over the roots of the tree, running into his house to grab the Songbird and then running out into town, the pigeon flying overhead to lead the way.


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When he finally arrived at the dock, huffing and wheezing, Reeves was grateful to see the Wicked Turnip still docked at the piers. It had been forever since a pirate ship had docked here, and he had missed his last opportunity to join a pirate crew, he certainly wouldn't let this one pass by. He mustered up some extra energy and ran a little farther to the gangplank, running onto the ship and hiding amongst the food stores. In the background he could hear the sound of police sirens and people yelling.


"Guess those are sounds I'm gonna have to get used to," he muttered. It wasn't long before the Wicked Turnip pulled away from the dock and began sailing away. Reeves decided he would wait a little bit before coming out from hiding, so that going back to dock would only be a waste of fuel and wouldn't be a smart option. There was no way he was going to let them kick him off this ship. He was here to stay.


After waiting a few minutes, he pushed a sack of rice off of his body and climbed up to the main deck, shielding his eyes from the afternoon sun.


"Um, hello?" he said, looking around at the crew of the ship.
 
"Good luck and say hi to Rowena for us." Vance smiled at the projection of his family that came off the phone. "I will. I'll make sure to call once a week at the least." Vance finished his call and walked back upstairs. His mother's condition seemed good for the moment, but if she was going to make a full recovery, he really needed to find the Stone of Moses.


On his way back to the crew, Vance quickly glanced to the right, but saw nothing but the sea of lava. He stared for a moment longer and continued his walk. 'I'm getting a bad feeling.' Vance's perception was almost on a supernatural level, so if he felt something bad would happen, it would.


After arriving, Vance approached Rowena. "I wanted to tell you that my family said hello, but it seems like there's even more to discuss." Vance looked into the distance once more, eyes focusing. "I think something bad is approaching." If a battle was going to happen, he needed Rowena to be sober. If she was still intoxicated when things got bad, he would probably have to take over.
 
"Work? I could make do as a navigator, my math skills and geography skills are superior and I'm good at knowing where I am and what time it is withought many instruments," Red spoke, only be interrupted yet again by Claire, who gave a long strum to her guitar and began to sing,


"Did some one just say instruments?


I've got the best you'll find!


I'll be taking any meat!


But don't cook with red wine!"


"Please, Please can we through her into the magma and see what she sounds like when she's burning?" Red pleaded, only silenced herself when she heard the wise words of Vance, and wondered what he meant by something bad. She looked back at the boy who had just appeared. He had bits of rice in his hair, and she held in a laugh with all of her might. Okay, she found it funny, but it would take more than boys and rice to give her the thought of laughing, unless she would fake it.


"Rice boy, y' got somethin' in y'er hair," Claire pointed out, "It's not good to hide, you should make requests instead."
 
((IT. IS. ALIVE!!!))


Rowena looked up at Vance and beamed brightly at him. "Oh! That's great. Tell them that we should be sending some of the treasure over there soon." As Rowena signalled for him to follow her into her office, her cheerful smile began to disappear. Rowena threw open the doors and took a seat in her large, plush chair. I want a bean bag chair. The captain pictured a bean bag chair a little over to the left of where Vance was standing.


Remembering what Vance had said, Rowena cleared her throat and folded her arms over her chest. "The magma is getting restless." Rowena stated, looking out of the window and up at the blue skies. "Do you think that maybe..." The pirate captain had a grave look on her face, one that showed regret and grief. Tapping her metal fingers on the wooden desk, Rowena furrowed her eyebrows together in frustration.


Gesturing for Vance to talk, Rowena listened to every word he said, being as serious as possible. Was she going to lose her crew again? No. Rowena made a vow to protect her crew no matter what. I'm not going to let the past repeat itself. 
Robin strolled around the ship, not knowing what he should do because the ship was already in perfect condition. For now. Robin added in his head. The master carpenter began to whistle a quiet tune as he went back up deck to see an unfamiliar newcomer. Then again, everyone was unfamiliar, but Robin hadn't seen this man get on the ship.


"Who are you?" the pirate - well, he's a pirate now - pulled out his machetes in one fluid motion. Twirling them in his hands, Robin narrowed his eyes at the other man. "Slowly turn around with your hands up in the air." A small frown graced Robin's lips as he stared at the man, watching every little moment he made.


((@The Villain King :D ))
 
Vance frowned a little, which was extremely out of character. He knew where Rowena was going with this and didn't like it. She was happier than he had seen her in a while and bringing up the past wasn't going to do any good. He missed the old crew terribly, but they wouldn't have wanted them to mourn forever.


Vance approached Rowena and put a hand on her shoulder, frown gone and replaced by his usual calming smile. "Don't worry, whatever's coming, we'll be ready for it. Besides, I didn't spend all this time training like hell to be beaten now." He thought about a plan of action that would keep them safe and not stress out his captain. "Let's just make sure to keep an eye out and be prepared for anything."


Vance reached into his coat and pulled out some of his knives and two guns. "I'll set some traps for the time being and keep watch." He made his way to the door and turned his head towards his captain, smile growing larger. "Say, this room needs some more furnishing. Let's do some shopping when we dock. Maybe we could even get a beanbag chair."


Vance's face turned serious when he exited the office, weapons in hand. For now he would go about setting traps around the perimeter. He was an excellent tactician, so he was pretty good at making traps and diversions. He would start with the upper deck and make his way downwards.
 
Reeves froze and slowly lifted his hands in the air, turning to face his soon-to-be crewmate. The man held two machetes in his direction, and it looked like he knew how to use them.


Reeves opened his mouth to say something, but he heard a distant bird call.


"No, no no no, do NOT do that, he means no harm, I'm sure!" he said frantically, looking up at the sky.


But it was too late. A lone raven swooped overhead and left its droppings all over the man's shoulder.


Reeves rubbed his face with his palm.


"I'm terribly sorry, my friends aren't very courteous sometimes...Um, I'm Reeves, I climbed aboard to join the crew. I would have asked the captain in person, but you were already casting off, and there was no time..." he said, searching his pockets and clothes for a spare handkerchief or napkin or something to wipe the mess from the man's shoulder.


He failed to find one, and instead brushed a few stray grains of rice from his hair.
 
Violet sighed. It seemed like everyone took to ignoring her again. Taking her hands away from her hips, she decided to go in search of the kitchen herself. If not to cook, then to at least get familiar with her work space. The ship was truly amazing. It didn't take her too long to find the galley and storage space for food. Her eyes traced the bags and crates, memorizing the stock. "Lesse 'ere...tomatoes...potatoes...onions and peppers. Check! She moved on to the refrigeration/ freezer unit, glad that she didn't live in the time when pirates ate spoiled meat, which the cooks spiced up to cover the taste. "And looks like we've got meat! Looks like an okay stock for the time being! Better stop snooping about the ship. I haven't received orders... but I'd like to get somethin goin. Maybe soup tonight? Chunky!" she laughed, closing the fridge. But to be honest, Violet didn't feel right being there. She was new to the ship, and she felt she had to be given permission to go anywhere. But where else does a cook go? Back in the day she spent her entire days in the kitchen, preparing and cooking meals. She slept on the floor for goodness' sake! A few empty potato sacks as a pillow and a small blanket were all she needed then. With another sigh, Violet returned to the deck. This time she'd wait for her orders. There were some interesting things going on. A man climbing on deck, and a raven letting his worries fly right onto a fellow crew mate's shoulder!
 
"Whew!" Jayson let out a breath of belief as he properly place the last barrel. He rested his elbow upon its top and leaned against it, wiping off some of the sweat from his forehead. "Man, only a few minutes on the ship and the first thing I decide to do is move everything heavy." While he took a breather, he took a look around at the scene.


It wasn't too bad. There was a blue sky, burning red sea that could char a body in ten seconds, a dude taking out his machetes...with such beautiful scenery, Jayson didn't have a care in the world. He was a pirate, just like the song said. This would be his life, sailing the burning hot sea. Of course, he wouldn't be moving barrels forever. Someday...he'd watch as a young, handsome (totally not a self-comparison) man would move the barrels for him.
 
Robin scowled when the bird thought it would be funny to leave its dropping on his shoulder. Watching the man panic, Robin used his machete to wipe the bird scat off his shoulder in one simple flick. If Robin was an amateur he would've cut his arm off. Then again, Robin wasn't an amateur.


"It's fine. Leave it." The master carpenter scanned the area and saw most of the crew getting to work and helping out. "Why don't I just take you to see the captain?"


Robin gestured for the man to follow him to the captains quarters, he had seen the woman and the best mate go in there with stoic expressions. "Here she is." Robin knocked on the door and brought the bird man in.


Rowena looked up at the two men in slight surprise. "You're supposed to wait for me to call you in before entering." With a sadistic smirk on her face, Rowena gestured for the two men to sit down.


"Actually, ma'am," Robin slowly shuffled to the door. "I don't have anything to say." With those words, Robin left the office as soon as possible, and went out to go do something else.


"What's his problem?" The now sober pirate captain stared at the door where Robin had left through in amusement. Leaning on her desk, Rowena raised an eyebrow at the man before her. "So," the captain began. "What's your name?"
 
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"Oi...nothing to do here..." Violet hated not doing anything. She noticed a man carrying barrels. "You there! Need some help?" No, he was obviously finished. Still, Violet wouldn't have to start in the kitchen till later, so she might as well do something. She walked over to him, slightly leaning against one of the barrels. "And if I may ask...what is your name?"


Her eyes focused on the sea of lava while she spoke, tracing the waves. She longed for the sharper crests of ocean waves her family told stories about. A cold sea, full of salt and fish. And a sun that seemed more forgiving than what they dealt with now. Not that the sun would change, but maybe if they weren't surrounded by molten rock the sun would seem like less of a menace.
 
Jayson looked over at the woman who had just come up to him. Jayson may have been a derp-face, but it didn't take long for him to realize that she had nothing to do either. He jut smiled politely at her. "I'm Jayson, and you're...Violet, right? I heard you shout your name in the bar. Nice name by the way. Not that I'm surprised, a pretty lady deserves a pretty name."


Still smiling, Jayson looked out at the open sea. Jayson being who he is, he obviously didn't notice the fact that it sounded like he just flirted. If he had known, he'd probably deny he was ever flirting and somehow end up falling on his back. Weird how he was so clumsy half the time and the other time he was like a solid rock.
 
Violet smiled at the compliment, not thinking of it as anything else. She tended to do that, considering the last time she'd mistaken someone as a flirt her hopes were crushed. Sure, that was nearly ten years ago and she was a young girl, but it still stung. "Nice to meet you, Jayson." she replied. "You...heard that, huh? That's embarrassing; I was a little drunk on the moment, you know? I wasn't exactly thinking clearly. I guess I'm lucky our Captain is so accepting. Had it been my uncle in that situation, he'd of thrown me out on the streets without a second thought!" she laughed.
 
Reeves slowly walked towards the pirate captain. He had heard of women pirates, but captains? This was new. He perspired lightly.


"My name is Reeves...I'd like to join your crew, if that is a possibility."
 
Jayson smiled at her. "I thought it was pretty funny actually. You never know what a drunk might do and I didn't think you took the alcohol too badly. Of course, you started beating people up after that...but hey, there's nothing wrong with making things more interesting, is there? Plus, you're a pretty good fighter too." He let out a quick laugh before looking up at the sky.


(I'd type more, but my computer keeps crashing stuff, so this is what you get, FOO'! O^O))
 
(Stupid alerts! Sorry i didn't post sooner!)


Violet smiled again at Jayson's reply. "A good fighter, indeed! I just know how to adapt to the situation. Well that's all that counts, I suppose. It got me on the crew, anyway." She stepped away from the barrels and stretched her arms. "Aye, and a fine crew it seems. I'll have my hands full for sure, cookin up the meals around here. Which reminds me...do ya prefer soup, stew, or somethin a little more whole? Like a chunk of meat sittin in gravy!" She knew it was sort of random to just ask people what they wanted to eat, but she was itching to get to the kitchen. And she never cooked without hearing people's opinions first.
 
Jayson smiled at her, automatically liking her. "Anything smothered in gravy's good to me, especially biscuits. Oh, hey, I just realized-I'll probably be in the kitchen often with supplies and stuff so we can see each other often, ain't that great?" Jayson was glad to have made a new future, yet he had no idea...


That I'm an evil genius. Mweh heh...anyway, Jayson was excited to be able to work with Violet, she seemed pretty cool. He also couldn't wait to meet the rest of the crew. This would be one exciting journey that he was going to love.
 
Rowena raised an eyebrow at Reeves. She had been too careless lately, she was a pirate captain for Calcifer's sake! She couldn't just let anyone get on her ship. The Wicked Turnip's reputation would be ruined if the others find out she recruited useless people! The pirate captain frowned and furrowed her eyebrows together, showing that she was obviously displeased. Standing up from her seat, Rowena gestured for the man to follow her out and up on the deck. Pondering on how she should test Reeves, Rowena leaned against a wall and folded her arms over her chest.


"See that barrel over there?" Rowena pointed to a very large and heavy looking metal barrel. "Bring it over here." The pirate captain didn't specify how the man had to bring it over, she just said to bring it over here. Quirking her eyebrow at Reeves, Rowena tapped her feet, putting on a very imposing face. It was obvious that it would take at least two people to bring that barrel over where the pirate captain was, but this would be a test of wit and/or strength.
 
Red wondered what she could do, and looked at the magma, suspiciously flat. She stared at it, wondering what exactly was going on, but figured it was nothing, since the captain never announced anything of upcoming dangers. Or was that Red's job. Red pulled her phone out of her pocket, deciding she'd make a list of all the creatures that lived in the fires, and could potentially be harmful to the ship and the crew.


Her phone was a very high-tech device, that usually only the richest of the rich could afford to buy which Red basically used to be. She hadn't brought back any money from the fire, but lucky for Red she still had tons of money in her parents savings, credit and checking accounts. She didn't plan on telling anyone, and wouldn't use the money unless she desperately had to.


She continued searching and scrolling going through screens and screens. It was taking too long and Red needed information faster. She put the phone in hologram form, flipping a switch on its touch screen, causing blue screens to pop up in front of her. Everything was tinted blue, and she began looking at images and text alot quicker than she had been.


After about a minute or so, She found and saved data about all types of creatures, both harmful and harmless. Finally finished, she closed all the screens and put her phone in her pocket. Red was surprised that there were so many creatures that even lived in the magma, but even so the magma being flat was not included in any of the research she found. Either there was no data to be found on whatever was out there, or everything was okay and there wasn't any reason. Did the Captain and Vance not notice? Or did they know something and were hiding it?


Clair wasn't doing much to help anyone. But she figured since we was the musician, her work was to practice her guitar skills and sing when some one said sing, as well as she needed to sing when some one said not to sing, as in that Red character. She continued going through every scale on the guitar, then strumming.


Ladies and Gentlemen: Introducing, Practice!
 
Reeves gulped and walked over to the barrel. He began his attempts with a simple lift to test the weight. It was much too heavy to lift by himself. But then he was struck with inspiration of a much simpler way to transport the barrel.


Grabbing hold of the metal surface (which was a little hot), Reeves lowered the barrel on to its side as carefully as possible. He then rolled the barrel easily over to where the captain stood.


He didn't think he should salute or bow, so he just stood there in front of the captain scratching the back of his head.
 
Violet smiled. "I think I'm going to like you, Jayson." she said. "And I can't wait!" She could imagine herself just sitting around a pot while he huffed down the stairs to bring supplies to storage. She laughed at the scene. She would obviously help if she didn't absolutely have to stay in the kitchen. She raised up her wrist dramatically and looked at the digital watch that was firmly sitting there. "If I'm making a gravy covered somethin, I best get started now!" she exclaimed, turning towards the kitchen. "Feel free to follow if ya wish, unless you have somethin else to take care of!" she called over her shoulder as she made her way to the galley.
 
Jayson gave her a dramatic salute and simply replied with, "I have no idea what to do" So, on that note, he decided to follow her. He was obviously enjoying her company, much more than the random birds flying around, one of which he saw...'let loose' on a guy's shoulder. Between being bore and going to the kitchen, Jayson chose going to the place where the magic was made. That's right, I'm a guy, I can say that cooking is magic if I want to.
 
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