Fantasy The Poison Of The Seven Seas

[Queen Rai]

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Our story begins in the year 1698, right in the middle of The Golden Age of Piracy. The Poison Of The Seven seas is docked at one of the most popular pirate ports of the time, Port Royal, Jamaica. It is the middle of August, so anyone who isn't sweating isn't human. What day is it? Who knows. After being at sea for twelve weeks, dates start to get a little fuzzy.


The ship is absolutely bustling with life. Crewmembers and other hired hands are preparing the Poison to set sail yet again. Whether they're loading up barrels of oranges or making repairs to the ship, everybody has something to do. Where are you in this mess of activity? It's about eight o'clock in the morning, and the sun is already kicking everyone's ass. The Poison is almost ready to set sail, and should be out of the port by evening-time...well, that is, if nothing goes wrong.

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[Robin man]

Right on the left side of the ship, you would see a male redhead looking out to the sea, shining what looks like a harpoon. The had a wicked smile on his lips.


This man was Donovan Cullen, a long time royal member of the Poison, and one of the best Strikers in whole world. He's been here since the very beginning , 21 years ago.


Such a long time ago, yet it felt like it was yesterday, he could remember the first time he went under water for a hunt. He was so horrified at the possibility of being eaten, it made chuckle whenever he started to think about it.


He took a long breathe through his nose when he felt a breeze coming from the salty sea slowly passing on by. He closed eyes thinking about going back to the sea again.

 

[CasualDragon]

Carter felt a bead of sweat drip down his forehead and wanted nothing more than to wipe it a way. Unluckily for him he was busy rolling up barrels of oranges and if he stopped he would hold up the process and, possibly, end up dead. Doing other people's dirty work was the one thing he despised more than anything but he would gladly roll barrels all day if it kept him alive. There was still a chance that some of his other crew members would still be alive.


He shook the thoughts of the past away and grumbled a heave ho before continuing up the gangplank. At the top he picked up his two barrels and slung them over his shoulders. He stumbled a bit under the weight before moving to stack them in the hold. Once stacked he made his way out and down the gangplank to start the process again.

 

[Britt-21]

Crystal had emerged from her cabin without her hat and the jacket she normally had over the thin shirt that went over. No worries guys! You wont be distracted because her chest is covered with bandages! No distractions to be made. The redhead made sure to check everything she is meant to check before making her way towards her Captain, telling her everything was in check before walking over to where everyone was loading things onto the ship. "Come on ladies!" she said "You're men! you're meant to have strong arms! Dont look like wusses!" she said, grinning and let out a small laugh.


Who caught her eye was Carter, raising her eyebrow, it looked like he was about be crushed under the barrels and the crew didnt need a broken man down on this ship. He was a swabbie. But continuing to watch him, she knew he had the strength to carry the things. Tonight they were going to sail off. And that would mean checking things all over again. Which she didnt mind to do. As long as she was an assistant to her Best friend, Nothing else really bugged her. Except Mio of course who always asks for a dance and she gives it to him but leaves as soon as things get kind of out of hand.


Crystal makes Mio work for her rather then get what he wants. But nevermind him! Crystal continued to watch as things were loaded on. Taking advantage of this situation, she started to climb up the ship, standing on one of the logs that had been high up. This gave her a greater view at who had been doing what.

 

[Scaddox]

Samuel sighed as he patched up a hole in the ship. With no danger nearby, he had no need to guard the captain and decided to fix a small hole on the side of the ship. It had been at least nineteen hours since he had woken up, and he was only just staying up to help others. Speaking of the others, he didn't actually know many of them. The rest of the crew didn't really have much care for him, as he wasn't exactly an old crewmember, and in the time he had been onboard he had barely spoken to anyone, mostly just to the Captain at night.


The morning sun was the only thing keeping him up, as he didn't want to fall asleep and get sunburn. He felt bad for not doing as much as the others, but he was doing as much as he can without falling asleep or hurting himself. He couldn't wait for them to set sail again, and would most likely lose more sleep waiting for them to leave.

 

[Queen Rai]

Louise


Seawater and sweat with a hint of orange zest. Not a good combination of scents...but in Port Royal, there was no getting away from it. Perhaps the stench wouldn't be so overpowering if it weren't for the fact that it was the sweatiest month of the year. It was Louise's least favorite month, so why she decided to embark on her Caribbean journey in the middle of August, nobody knew. Perhaps there was a method to her madness...and knowing Louise, there probably was.


Captain Louise De'Leone-Fitzgerald was the current captain of The Poison Of The Seven Seas. The girl has been captain longer than she hadn't at this point, and she'd grown to be a fairly strong leader. The woman stepped out onto the deck, her nose wrinkling ever so slightly as the port's smell invaded her nostrils. She'd been to Port Royal many times before, but she always forgot just how bad the place smelled. Not that she really cared, though.


The woman, placing her hands on her hips, surveyed her ship. Her hat rested neatly atop her head, her long hair spilling from it in loose, whites waves. There was a small smudge of what looked like ink just below her right eye (probably because she'd fallen asleep on her desk the night previous). Louise began to walk throughout the ship, barking the occasional swear or command at someone who was goofing off.


@Anyone
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[Princess Ktyria]

Noémi was helping the Swabbies with their chores until she saw the captain of the ship. She immediatly smiled and stood up straight, walking over to her and curtsied in front of her. "M'am, is there anything you would like me to do?" She asked in a polite, proper manner. She was looking up in awe at the captain. Noémi always thought she was a very pretty woman.


'I wonder if anyone has ever told her that...' The thought making her smile brighter and her emerald eyes gleaming even more than the were before. Her mop of chesnut hair was disarranged on her head, seeming as if she didn't get much, if not any, sleep. Even if she didn't get any, she still continued to seem as vivacious as usual.


Noémi's usual work clothes, a loose, cream, cotton shirt and dark pants were covered in splotches of dust and dirt, which showed how much of a hard worker she was.


@Queen Rai

 

[Queen Rai]

Louise





"M'am, is there anything you would like me to do?"


Louise raised her eyebrows at the girl, but couldn't help but give a small small. Like her predecessor, Louise had a small soft spot for children, even though this girl was technically a teenager. Her youthful appearance and childish way of speaking made her seem a lot younger in Louise's eyes, so the Captain couldn't help but show unusual amounts of kindness to the girl. Of course, she was subtle, but kind nonetheless.


"Let's see...um..." Louise sighed, looked around as she folded her arms. She lightly bit the inside of her cheek, and then shrugged. She glanced back down at Noémi and continued, "You could go find Mio and--wait...what am I saying? Hell, that man has no limits...even with children. Noémi, why don't you just...errr..."


Louise thought for a moment, and then said, "How about you just stick by me, alright? In case I think of something."





@Ktyria
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TAGS! (For those of you who didn't know this started!)


@Britt-21 - Crystal James - Boatswain


@TeraByte36G - Sequan De Soqwo - Guard


@Ktyria - Noémi S. Gwenaëlle - Cabin Girl


@TheMentalEagle - Samuel Darrenton - Guard


@Girouette - Evelyn Feld - Cabin Boy

@Robin man - Donovan Cullen - Striker

@Psylion - Robin Marx - Gunner's Lackey

@SBChase - Anita Américo De Santiago - Gunner

@Haruhi Suzumiya - Isabelle DeRosa - Pilot

@SkyGinge - Simon Johannes Corneliuszen - Artist
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[Princess Ktyria]

Noémi nodded "Thank you." She said and quickly walked behind her, leaving a few feet between them not wanting others to think that she's as or equal importance to the captain.


She looked around the deck atthe people working and it made her feel a slight joy inside. She took a liking for people that worked together and weren't lazy like some of the people on the ship were. Noémi felt a tad bit bad for the swabbies considering she left them with no other words to say that she did. The girl shrugged off the feeling and continued to look around, taking notice of the small things that she could fix later.


'They missed a spot near the edge which I would be glad to fix... A small rip in the net that I could probably tie to make it better...' She thought, continueing those thoughts while following behind Louise.


@Queen Rai

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega

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With light steps upon the gangplank Mio danced up onto a barrel some swabbie(@Ktyria

 

[BlackJack]

MURPHY O'CONNER




Murphy was snoring quite loud from a barrel with rum in his hand and another in his other spilling onto the floor, he had been out cold for hours. He got so drunk that he had passed out of course. Murphy eventually seemingly choked on some rum he had drank before he passed out and woke up confused spitting it overboard. He mumbled something and got up taking another swig of his rum and almost toppling over, but he of course caught himself before he fell. Murphy looked around and rubbed his eyes groaning in anger as he noticed they were in Jamaica. He was really hoping to go see if he could find some strong rum while they were there but everyone was finishing up so he was screwed. Maybe he should not have slept so long. Or better yet not have drank so much.


Murphy grabbed a hold of a crew member and told them to go get him some specific rum from port royal, the guy actually listened to him and left. But most people on board knew without rum Murphy was a moody jerk who could not shoot worth crap. With rum amazingly he was one of the best shots on board. He was quite the individual. Murphy stumbled around before getting reacquainted with his hangover, it was pretty bad, he must have drank a lot before he passed out because it was pretty bad, or maybe he drank something strong he would never remember. Murphy looked at all the people then up at the captain. He sat down and chugged down the rest of the rum he had in his hand and grabbed another popping the cork and putting it on his side belt yawning and doing nothing to help anyone. and if given orders he would just brush him off.




ZUBARI TUMA




Zubari boarded the ship with a couple of old bags full of presumably money and some crocodile skins on his shoulders and some manatee meat he also could not sell. But to be honest he could sell the crocodile skins would sell for way more at a place where crocodiles were not around so he would keep them for now, he already cleaned them and dried the insides, he would probably just end up giving one to a kid and the other to the captain. And the manatee meat to the chef, but knowing the chef he would let it fester till it was disgusting then serve it. Zubari had leaves wrapped around his arm bloodstained. It was clear a crocodile got him but he could take care of himself. Zubari spun a bola in his hand and put it on his belt and looked at the crew. He walked over to a barrel throwing down the skins and walking into the kitchen part of the ship giving


johnny the meat then walking back out quickly not wanting to talk to the crazy guy.


Zubari grabbed the skins and set his mask on his side belt along with his bloodied axe. Zubari went and sat down to check his injuries leaving the skins next to him. It was quite the bite but not super bad to the point he needed medical attention from the surgeon, he put the leaves on it because the certain leaves he grabbed helped to keep it from getting infected and helped to heal it quickly as well. But it was clear he could still use it because he was lugging around skins with it. But then again he could be using some sort of black magics as many thought he used because of the stories. But it was fine for the crew not to trust him, he was found on a ship of people who died from some sort of illness, yet he still lived. He felt good that no one trusted him, maybe they would leave him alone then.
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[Princess Ktyria]

Noémi listened to the request. She nodded, a prim smile on her face, before running off hastily.


She reached the man's cabin in no time and knew exactly where the red coat and hat were.


The girl turned to her left to see the hat on the coat hanger and took it off, carrying it delicately in her hand before going over to the drawers and opening the top one which held the red coat that was folded neatly.


She delicately handled the clothes and gently layed them on a chest that was located in front of the bed. Noémi started to dust it off and give it a good cleaning with what she had in the pouch that hung around her waist.


By the time she finished both of them, they looked as good as new. She hung the coat over her arm and held the hat in her other hand.


She surprisingly left the cabin with no troubles and headed back to the deck, making sure multiple times that she didn't get the attire dirty.


Once she was possitivily sure, she hurried back over to the man and handed him the hat, "Here you are sir." She directed, then opening the coat to help him put it on.


Noémi made sure she did an excelent job in front of the captain so that she'd, at the very least, be noticed.


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Rang Dipkin]

A small girl stood on a rectangular crate, being pulled by a group of beefy Swabbies. The townsfolk that passed couldn't help but stop and watch her, strange sight that she was. A tiny white girl measuring in at only 5'3 had managed to, as it seemed, become the loudest person on Earth. She was playing a steady rhythm on a snare drum, laughing and yelling at and with the poor men assigned to help her. As the crate dragged along, she would drum in accordance with the tilt- too far to the left, and she would increase her speed. Too far to the right, she would slow to a pounding. She figured that it would be better to have a single voice, to prevent things from becoming hectic. She lead her men in a shanty to help keep their minds of the strain on their bodies.


Despite her lack of physical strength, her logical abilities and boisterous attitude made her an asset on the Poison. While those who scowled at her only considered her loud, her Crewmates and the patrons of Grub's Tavern on the dock knew her as Mallory.


Mallory, unlike some of her crewmates, could not be happier to be in Jamaica. Her porcelain skin had turned a light shade of pink, slowly transitioning to red. She was dressed in simple workman's clothes, brown trousers, a thick burlap shirt and a men's hat that sat loosely on a mass of red hair. For most of Mallory's life, oranges were a rare treat. If she had made exceptional progress on her Violin, or did well in reciting a Sermon the reward was a small fruit, Oranges being the tastiest by far. Small pleasures, Mallory had concluded so many years ago, make all the difference to a prisoner. As far as she was concerned, the Poison was receiving a shipment of candy. Mallory angled her head towards the clouds, allowing the scent to travel into her lungs.


When the crate came to a halt and the unloading began, Mallory paused again to enjoy the air. Mallory looked around for Louise, and when she spotted her Captain she hopped from the box and made a quick salute. "If I may." Mallory cringed slightly at the sound of her Northern accent, always jealous of the Captain's eloquent Queen's English. "I would think sending the beloved drunk of the Poison to the local establishments would be an excellent way to... make clear our reputation with the people of Port Royal." A small laugh escaped her throat. "I think we've really made an impression these past few nights. Surprised we have any swabbies left unharmed, the way they drink. I think Murphy's pickled his liver. Probably for the best."


@Queen Rai


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Scaddox]

Samuel looked up at the captain before waving and loudly saying "morning captain!" before going over to the captain's quarters and taking his post as guard.. (@Queen Rai) Samuel's role on the shop would look particularly boring to a lot of people, but it was all he knew, and all he needed to do to make a difference.


His mace was shining in the sunlight and his legs were shaking. He felt so tired he might as well just faint, but he had to do his job. Every time he shut his eyes, images of his parents would flash and he'd maintain the energy to wake up. The nightmares had been more common on The Poison, but he could always deal with them. Samuel wondered what the rest of the crew was up to, and looked over at the swabbies.


He sometimes pitied the younger crewmembers, he always expected them to die, when he was on his own ship he and his friend always hired new crewmembers, and there was always a cheerful teenager that died a week later. That's why he informed some civilians that his friend was the cause of death for 142 children. He'd never do that to this crew though, The Poison had seen enough blood over the years, and he wouldn't add to it.

 

[Tobias and Trash Co]

Anita Américo De Santiago


The sun was shining in it's full force that morning - blinding and unforgiving. Beneath it's rays stood Améric, standing on rickety wood extending from crumbling cobble. Their fingers weaved mercilessly through their hair, though it would fall back over their forehead in a brown waterfall to no avail. But by now, the sweat was starting to make it stick back. Down on the dock, the ship blocked them from the cool breeze that would be wafting from the ocean. But it was a torture not unfamiliar, and with a deep breath, they stooped down and curled their fingers below the corners of a heavy box. Throwing their entire force into the motion, they swiftly hoisted the box onto their shoulders with relative ease and began the valiant journey up the gangplank.


Wood scraped against their caramel skin harshly, moisture on their upper lip and in the creases of their face and back. Their footsteps made heavy clunks on the board, it bending under the weight of their body and the box across their shoulders. As they looked upwards, the murky brown of their irises were illuminated a sharp amber by the sun's rays. The sounds of a few birds were mostly muffled by the sounds of the humans that dominated the port. The ship was alive with action, pirates swarming around like ants below and perching like birds on the deck. The Sailing Master, up to his usual antics, was twirling around with the Captain while a girl stood off to their side, waiting for orders of some sort. Several swabbies were loading barrels aboard the ship with Améric, as well as several others, including a striker.


Améric generally believed that the chore of packing boxes onto the ship was one delegated to the lower members of the ship: if anything, the gunners' lackeys should be doing this for them. In fact, they were pretty sure they had seen their fellow gunner curled up in some corner of the ship somewhere thoroughly shit-faced: and if they hadn't seen it, that's probably what Murphy was doing anyway. It crossed their mind one or two times that instead of carrying boxes and barrels, they could be off getting a drink for the trip or wading into the ocean for a minute or two. But those were Améric's pipe dreams at the moment. They had been engrossed into the tedium of labor. It felt good to be useful.


A call sounded from on the deck of the ship, where a red-headed woman (@Britt\-21) was taunting the workers hauling goods onboard. Particularly, she was focused on a swabbie in front of Améric that was having trouble with lifting his load. Rather than offering help - he had already gotten control of it - they turned their attention to the woman. "At least we try!" they called to her as they reached the main deck. They offered her a smile, their tongue filing into the gap in the line of their teeth.

 

[ActionPony]

@Queen Rai


Iris the parrot was interested in all the hustle and bustle. She, of course, wasn't doing any of the lifting, but she was quite occupied in trying to sneak a peek at what might be in the crates and sacks of stuff that the crew were taking on board. She had caught a glimpse of oranges, and was pretty happy about that- those were her very favorites. She had already started planning how she could get some from the humans on board. After all, it wasn't as if they needed those seeds.


Iris spread her wings and flew over to that silver-haired girl, Louise. Apart from Hope (who was currently out in Port Royal buying art supplies), Louise was the person she liked most to be with. Iris found Louise's antics to be hilarious sometimes, and the girl was nice enough, to Iris at least. She settled down on Louise's shoulder and gave her long hair a light tug as a (entirely unnecessary) sign that Iris was there.

 

[Princess Ktyria]

Noémi looked at the parrot in awe. The woman who owned the parrot and the Iris itself became members of the ship roughly around the same time. She smiled at the bird and slightly winced when Iris tugged on the hair of Louise.


'Should I do something...?' She thinks and then looks back up at the man and shakes her head slightly. 'She can deal with it, of course she can.' Noémi thought with a bit less confidence than ususal.


The girl, being an observant person she is, looked around and spotted Hope. She never really talked to her but she seemed quite nice.


'Then again, you are terrible at seeing anything bad in people...' She told herself and sigh silently but continueing to look at Hope.


She was pretty as well. Her long, dark hair and tan skin complimented her deep blue eyes nicely. Noémi couldn't help but find herself smiling even wider... Even though she usually does all the time.


@ActionPony

 

[SkyGinge]

Being assaulted by tempestuous heat as he was, a certain phrase popped into the mind of Simon Corneliuszen. It's a trifle hot. The words of his English host, Harold Boswell, when they were out on the lawn one particularly stifling Summer's day. Though his education on the English language was assuredly (or so his father's convoy insisted) top-notch, the unfamiliar word had flown right over the Dutchman's head, and he'd instead found himself caught on the thought of that particularly scrumptious desert.


What he wouldn't have given for such luxuries now. And if the British summer were 'a trifle hot', the Jamaican summer was ten times that expression. Simon's shirtsleeves, prim and dapper even in the abhorrent conditions, were rolled up to the elbow, and his cravat loose around his neck. His chestnut hair drenched in honey-like sweat, and his shirt becoming increasingly transparent as the morning heat intensified.


I can't help but feel I'm rather overdressed, Simon told himself, his narrow eyes callously cast over the merchants who would stop and stare as he passed. This was an unfriendly place, the kind of scummy village his class would have forbade him to intermingle with in the days long passed. Hence, and forthwith, today he came prepared. A rapier was his weapon of choice, but the ornate craftsmanship of his own would surely attract more attention than it would deter. Hence, holstered on his belt, sat one of the ship's spare cutlasses. Simon felt like he was carrying the plague. He'd never use it, of course, but it made people think twice about ambushing him with the preconception that he was a rich tourist with little tact or sensibility to avoid such unholy places. That, and he liked to think the stoniness of his visage aided the deterrence.


The captain had jolly well better have a good reason for dragging us into the middle of an accursed crucible, grumbled Simon's subconscious, that now adopted the formal English he usually spoke with now. His most internal being, conversely, remained stoically Dutch, and far more sensible too. You know she's got a good plan, you daft cretin. After all, she always does.


The dapper Dutchman rounded the corner of the manic market that was this pitiful port, and lo, behold! Home was afoot! The Poison Of The Seven Seas, docked and amass with activity. Poison made for whom, Simon wondered. His posture firm and proper as always, he lugged a hefty sack over his back, filled with all the papers and equipment he would need to fulfil his artistic role. Canvases, brushes, ink, quills, seed for Pieter, and some books for himself. Essential equipment.


The Captain was out on deck as he climbed aboard. Stunning as ever, no matter the season, he thought, and consequently tried to un-think, to little avail but no visible bother. Her silvery, wavy hair was wild as an Amazonian princess's, her cloudy blue eyes as deep and mysterious as the oceans she so expertly manoeuvred. Though her beauty was undeniable, Simon was unsure quite why it was he had recently began to view her in such a rose-tinted light. Mother always said if you can understand it, it isn't love, he cast his mind back again, so therefore I'm royally scuppered, aren't I?


Stopping just short of her, the artist gave a curt nod. "Captain," he intoned politely. "I have the required equipments and will proceed to store them in my quarters as always." She can jolly well infer that from the countless times you've undergone these procedures before, cretin, his sub-conscious chided. A gentleman must stay true to his gentlemanly nature however, and Simon always liked to keep the Captain informed on his actions. That, and now it was an excuse to spend more time showered in her presence.


Simon's ears pricked; a familiar bird-cry nearby. Pieter seems to be intermingling rather too fondly with the local wildlife, Simon mused. Somewhere out there, his pigeon was probably as roasting as he was, provided the natives hasn't decided he was a foreign delicacy and already attempted to barbecue him. Pieter was a precious asset and a loyal friend. When the Captain's dismissed me, I'll have to rescue him from these primitive clutches, the Dutchman pondered, awaiting Louise's response.


@Queen Rai

 

[Britt-21]

Crystal's attention was grabbed by one of the people who were loading the ship. Looking down, she spotted Anita "I would help but thats not exactly my job." she pointed out, hopping back down and placing her hands on her hips "You should know that." everyone knew "But to be nice i'll help you guys out." her feet then moved her to where she had gotten off the ship and carried a barrel onto the ship, making it look as if it wasnt heavy even though it was. She was really only trying to hide it "I can see what you guys go through now." this was now on her dislikes list. Hating to carry these heavy barrels "I think im gonna stick with my regular job." once she had put the barrel where it should be, she went right back on top of the deck and watched as everyone who was loading..well Load. @SBChase


Looking around, she seen the captain with Mio -Who she dances with every time he tries to get her- and talking. Mio hasnt learned has he now? a grin appeared on her face before looking up at the sky and closing her eyes, drawing in a deep breath and then letting it out. Boy was it hot here. She'd have to go and take shade under the deck and in her cabin if this heat kept up. Thank goodness they were gonna sail at night where it was cooler

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Isabelle DeRosa

Isabelle walked onto the ship with a confident stride holding two oranges - She had planned to get three, but decided against such a thing since juggling wasn't her strong suit and certainly seemed more suited to Mio than herself. Speaking of, there he was, conversing with the Captain and a... Who was that? A Cabin Girl? She vaguely recalled a name - Noémi - Though Isabelle had few meetings with such people, as they weren't fit to flirt with or drink with in most cases. Bloody lightweights, most of them were, fitting for their age. "Catch, Spain," chimed Isabelle as she tossed her left-hand orange at Mio. He looked busy, but not too busy for a little orange. "See you later tonight," she added over her shoulder with the orange still hurtling in his direction and continued on her way.

With a few skipped steps on a short, rickety staircase, Isabelle made her way to the wheel, where she would be staying for the time being, it seemed. Last night hadn't been very restful, so she hoped she wouldn't be spending too much time awake. Unfortunately, she saw little such luck, as the sun seemed to only have risen quite recently. With a yawn and a faint smile, she leaned on a railing near the wheel and glanced out at the port. It wouldn't be long before she wouldn't see port for a while, and all she would see is the blue of the ocean and the light of the sky, or the shadows of nightfall. Which, to some, seemed an undesirable prospect, but Isabelle was more than ready to leave land behind.

"Land," she spat. "Enough of you." If only the order to weigh anchor could come sooner... Absentmindedly Isabelle tugged her low shirt collar a few times for (Admittedly rather poor) ventilation of air, though the inhumanly hot weather didn't permit that even a bit.

(@Prizzy Kriyze - For a quick little thing in the first paragraph, is all)

(Took me a while to actually click 'Post', but I'm here, I swear! Anyone can feel free to give Isabelle a poke if they so desire~)​

 

[Girouette]

Mood: Groggy


Location: Somewhere on the ship


Company: Not sure.


Other:

Evelyn Feld, a noble child of England, who at this moment last year spending his time reading books and contemplating what feast his family would be partaking in that night, was currently in a spot that could be considered farthest from that peaceful life.


Although, that said he was having a rather peaceful morning, even pirate ships seemed to have moments of placid tranquility, which even for a child who had thrown his life as a noble away to go adventuring as a pirate was surely appreciated.


Despite that, he couldn't stay still for long, as an ho...Well, the diligent cabin boy he intended to be, it was his duty to do whatever the rest of the crew required of him...Which was most certainly not loitering about being useless, as he had mostly done for his first few days on the ship, today however was going to be quite different, he was going to march out on deck, and get some orders yelled at his face, just as a cabin boy should, and so he set off, to walk around until someone decided to screech a command in his general direction.

 

[Dirtbear]

Vahlen Balthazar Belandus


Location:


Grub's Tavern,2nd Floor; Port Royal, Jamaica

*110th Page*


---yet ag'n anoth'r day comes to pass on this wretched isle. Wast'n anoth'r morn' look'n for lads or lasses fit for h'r, 'r Queen. Yet, none venture ov'r to sit at my table. To sh'r from my pint. To swap a story with S'r Balt. Fools still think'n I put a blade in ya. Might as well have, seeing as y'r no long'r h're. I feel like y'r laugh'n at me from up th'r these days. W'r I not the man ya thought I was, Elene? Not the man ya wanted ta m'ry, 'cept that fool was. I'm still look'n, Elene. That v'rmin will hang from his gizz'rds o'r the seas. As soon as I get mah hands o----


*The writing stops with a small jolt, lining a portion of the parchment in ink.*



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The table jolts as the bar wench hits the table with her hip, roughed up by a crude, immoral patron. An apology slips out of the wenches lips and her hand reaches quickly to her face, covering the blackening flesh under her eye. Vahlen nods impassively and corks the ink pot and lays his quill inside the cloth handkerchief beside his journal. He lays the leather-bound journal on top of the handkerchief and overlaps the four folds over it and the quill, wrapping it neatly and placing it inside the inner vest pocket close to his chest. Vahlen shrugged his shoulders and stretched them as he sighed, the silver furred wolf pelt clinging onto one side. He pushes himself back from the table and his eyes raise up towards the ruffian that laid his hands on the wench. His eyes scanned the man and assured himself the man wasn't part of his crew. With a heavy sigh, Vahlen adjusted his sword's pommel and rested his palm on it. Passing the brute's table with his cohorts, Vahlen had the urge to run him through and lay his compatriots alongside with him if they protested. 'Though what would that gain, anoth'r bounty on mah head...' Vahlen walked down the stairs and took a breath, 'Anoth'r day, Elene...'


Making his way out to the dock from the exit of the tavern, Vahlen shielded his eyes as he exited. The sun was in full effect and it was still morning. Vahlen face stayed impassive, though internally cursing the south's climate. Inside the tavern was slightly cooler with it bearing no windows and shading the patrons along with the cool drink. But outside, Vahlen's attire was going to cause him to overheat someday. Though, as much as the sun beat down, the First Mate would never show discomfort in front of his men. Vahlen walked down the creaky boards on the dock leading to the ship. His pelt was hanging off one side and his coat was opened down the center, his undershirt in display and the over shirt's collar shielding his neck from the sun. He saw the orders of oranges and supplies making their way to the ship. Vahlen nodded slightly to himself, 'Some m're fruit would be nice. I'm running low on mangoes...' he thought as he recounted the dwindling fruit cache in his cabin.


Vahlen grabbed a box of the oranges and hauled over is shoulder. A mate tried to reach for it and Vahlen growled at the mate. "If ya want tah keep y'r mitts, I say back away." The mate hurried back to his duties away from Sir Balt on the docks. Vahlen climbed the gangplank to the ship and saw the bustling among the crew. Mio and Louise were gathered around with Noémi and that useless rat with wings that came upon the ship with Johnson. Crystal and the others were getting the ship into shape and Vahlen thought to avoid everyone and make his way to his cabin with his new cache of fruit. So, he began to walk across the deck, swaying around the bodies and heading towards his cabin (wherever it may be.)

 

[Queen Rai]

Louise


"Oh captain my captain."


Louise's eyes widened ever so slightly as the familiar, sing-songy voice chimed through the air. Well, "chimed" wasn't exactly the right word for it. His voice...split through the air, violently invading any surrounding ears. The captain almost reflexively to a small step in front of the thirteen year-old beside her, though she didn't stay there long. The woman gasped, and then let out a long, growly groan as Mio spun her around and placed his head on her shoulder.


"I thought I heard an angel choir sing my name out, but then I realized it was you. Just as lovely, though."


What. Louise was stuck on his statement for a moment...this wasn't really surprising, hell, she'd been dealing with it for ten years. Except now, she wasn't as sweet as she was as an eleven year old. The woman slowly ground her teeth together as Mio sent off the cabin girl to fetch his fine pirate garb.


"Well, ma'am? Did you need me for something? I heard some of the men are still in town hanging around in taverns. Do you need me to beat them up and bring them back here?"


Louise quickly spun around, abruptly removing her shoulder from beneath Mio's chin. Before he could stumble, the captain balled up a fist and swung it up under his jaw. She held it there for a moment, hissing, "Keep. Your. Mouth. SHUT. If you don't, I'll jam it shut myself. Now get back to work."


When Noémi returned with Mio's hat and coat, the woman gave a small nod. Crossing her arms, Louise muttered, "Very good, Noémi...but you don't need to take orders from him. Alright?"


"If I may..."


Oh my God, they're everywhere.


Louise turned her attention to the the girl, and then tilted her head down slightly to make eye contact with her. Mallory...ohh, Mallory. The musician. Louise never doubted the girl's musical ability. In fact, the captain probably enjoyed her songs the most. In fact, the captain enjoyed anything that would pass the time. A life on the ocean is a cruel one, but anything can be uplifted with music...and calling Mallory uplifting was an understatement.


"I would think sending the beloved drunk of the Poison to the local establishments would be an excellent way to... make clear our reputation with the people of Port Royal. I think we've really made an impression these past few nights. Surprised we have any swabbies left unharmed, the way they drink. I think Murphy's pickled his liver. Probably for the best."


Louise let out a long sigh, lifting her hat off of her head and raking her fingers through her hair before nonchalantly passing it over to Mio. Damn, that girl could talk. Louise couldn't help but feel slightly confused about what the girl was actually trying to say, but eventually came up with, "The beloved drunk? Mallory, the majority of this crew are drunks...though I wouldn't call any of them very beloved--"


FLAP, FLAP, FLAP. LAND. TUG, TUG.


Louise blinked a few times as she slowly turned her head to the bird that was now resting comfortably on her shoulder. The woman's nose twitched slightly, and she couldn't help but mutter rhetorically, "Why the hell do you smell like...peaches? Iris? Peaches? I thought parrots liked crackers..." and she couldn't help but let out yet another long sigh. When the parrot gently began to tug on her hair, Louise first instict was to swat...but why even bother? The captain bowed her head in defeat, and then grumbled, "Alright, fine. Just land right on me. That's okay."


"Captain..."


Louise inhaled deeply as she spun around to the direction of the voice, about to let out an exasperrated, "WHAT NOW?!" but, thankfully, she was able to see who it was before she did. Like a balloon losing its air, Louise exhaled in the form of a raspberry. Her expression immediately softened upon seeing the familiar face of the ship's artist, and she almost smiled.


"I have the required equipments and will proceed to store them in my quarters as always."


Simon was probably one of the only sane people onboard...then again, when you're a pirate, your idea of sanity is slightly warped. Nonetheless, the man knew how to carry on a semi-intellectual conversation...he was polite, knowledgeable, respectful...he was pretty much the exact opposite of Mio, which was refreshing to say the least.


"Very good." the woman nodded, reaching up and gently pushing Iris's beak away from her hair. "Eh...did you happen to see Hope anywhere? She was out getting art supplies or...something like that...I don't understand why she would need them, she's a lookout...but she can do what she'd like with her money, I suppose. Ah, Noémi..."


Louise glanced back over to the thirteen year old, and then said, "You wanted something to do. Why don't you take Iris and try to find Hope? I need to talk to her, Mio, and Isabelle about setting our course. Do you think you can do that?"


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[UbelAerna]

Sequan

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"I wonder if were going to see any action soon" Sequan said as he messed around with Scat who was clawing playfully at his hand. "Should we go see if we need to do anything" He asked Scat as he looked around, Scat meowed playfully and closed one eye climbing up Sequan's arm.

 

[Princess Ktyria]

Noémi indulged herself in her nod and smiled. The girl listened to her words about her not having to obey Mio's orders. She didn't realy understand why, he was on a higher level than she was, but she nodded obediently anyways and continued to watch Louise. She noticed how frusterated she seemed and pouted slightly. She wanted to help but didn't know how to. When she saw that Simon made her relax a little bit it cheered herself up to see the captain unwind a bit. When the woman requested her to take Iris and go find hope, she immediatly said yes, eagerly to do something. "Thank you." She said, curtsying and then standing on her tippy-toes to reach Iris. She reached up and firmly grabbed the squabbling parrot, trying to not hurt herself with the female parrot. Noémi looked around and spotted the woman immediatly. The girl quickly made her way over to her, dodging around the barrels that they were moving and the people tht were doing their jobs, making sure not to disturb them. Once sh emade her way over to Hope, she took deep breathe and handed Iris gently to Hope. "The captain would like to see you, miss." She said, bowing slightly before running off. No matter how much she wanted to stay and chat, the places the swabbies missed and the net that needed ot be fixed reminded her tht she needed to do something. The girl immediatly started working on said things.


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