Fantasy The Poison Of The Seven Seas

[Princess Ktyria]

"I am, but I do not need you to fetch me food. In fact, can you catch up to Carter, and tell him to not get me food? I'll be fine, and I don't need anyone to help me."


Noémi listened to his instructions and was about to walk away whens he noticed Carter with the food. She didn't understand why tey wanted to keep everything a secret. All they were doing was being kind and helping eachother out.


"M'lady, food is in the meal hall if yer hungry."


Noémi stared at the man. M'lady? She broke the gaze and looked around. When she saw nobody else, se furrowed her eyebrows. No one had ever called her a lady before... Her face suddenly turned a bright pink from embaressing herself. "I-I know." She stuttered out.


"By the way. I didn't give food to this man. Yeh didn't see that. Am I right?"


Noémi cocked her head to the side, getting over her embaressment quickly. "If you wouldn't like me to.. I thought you were just being friendly to him." Suddenly, something clicked in her head. "Oh, your modest," She smilied and laughed quietly. "I won't say anything." She said. Noémi never took Carter as a modest man but everybody has their little secrets.


She walked away from the two and went towards the meal hall in opes to find Mallory and apologize for not doing what she had instructed her to do.


Once she reaced it, she opened the door reluctantly and saw many people crowded in the secluded area. Noémi sighed silently and walked in, closing the door behind her. She looked down slightly, not wanting to make any eye contact as she shuffled through everybody.


When the girl reached Mallory she looked up but said nothing. She instead listened to the shanty and smiled.


@TheMentalEagle (Mentioned)


@CasualDragon (Communicated and left)


@Rang Dipkin (Mentioned)

 

[SkyGinge]

Simon smiled somewhat wryly at the Captain's witty remark (a wry smile being seemingly all he was capable of, except in the most jubilant of moments). It was an apt, if pessimistic, analogy, one in fitting with her current countenance. But a remark far more suited for a man like me that for an all-singing-all-dancing dynamic pirate captain, Simon pondered.


"Indeed," he sighed, "but then, if we are like these carrots, what therefore is the jolly-humongous beast that so begrudgingly devours us, if you'll pardon my needless extension of your metaphor? The ocean? Fate, perhaps?" He shook his head. "Signs of the circumstance indeed. Some of the oafs who end up washed up in the country taverns turn tremendous tales of the legendary pirates. Pirates who spend all their time 'yarring' and 'arring', swashbuckling, drinking, yelling, swinging around the deck like sweaty sun-charred hairless chimpanzees, turfing the tide's fury, swinging cutlasses around, robbing riches under the regality of the stars. Of course, their tales omit the sad reality of situations like this, where would-be-heroes are reduced to making analogies out of bally-horrible vegetables."


@Queen Rai

 

[chamomile]

Anika nodded at Mallory's words and the woman left to, as she said, 'warm up' when suddenly Anika's expression changed to a frown, not of upset but confusion. Mallory had given her a simple shrug and the ones who occasionally uses this gesture can be familiar with what it was actually saying, the only problem now was, Anika can't tell what it meant. *Well, another problem for another day* she thought, keeping it in mind. Lord it was late. She should be praying by now but was afraid to guess what the pirates might think of her if she was caught doing so.


*Wait, what else did Mallory say?* she asked herself, hoping not to make a fool. She forced herself to remember, scrunching her face weirdly in the process.


"And then, when you giv' me the signal, we'll play the Pachelbel piece with a dedication to Louise."


Her panic and confusion levels rose. What's the signal? Which Pachelbel piece? Who would say the dedication? She made a mental note to actually think this through next time. *Okay, I'll just wing it. Maybe the signal is a wave and the piece...* she gave that a bit more thought as she pressed the clarinet to her lips, trying to harmonize the shanty Mallory was doing. *I'll just play a few notes and maybe she'll know?* she thought, doubting herself.


The barefooted girl played a few short melodies, harmonizing where she could, walking around as she did so. She was still worried and panicking but managed to control herself. The shanty was really enjoyable she must admit as she felt happy to join them, maybe doing a little jig as well. When. She was wondering when. Maybe now? Should she wave now? Well, maybe? No. Mallory was noticeably avoiding the captain. Maybe it was a surprise, maybe she wasn't supposed to wave.


Anika stopped playing her clarinet for a moment, taking a deep breath. *Leap of faith* she thought and began playing a piece, softly but audible. *If Mallory joins in, I would definitely play louder* she thought as she continued to play, eyes closed.


@Rang Dipkin


@Queen Rai

 

[BlackJack]

Z U B A R I




Zubari walked down to the dining area, he was kinda hungry but he had a big meal for lunch when he was out and about, he wanted to know what crocodile tasted like so he ate some, I mean it was not as bad as it looked so he had some crocodile which of course was cooked well and some berries he had found around the island, and never forget the coconuts for water even though it did not have a ton of water in it. Zubari came in just as the shanty started up, the captain looked grumpy which Zubari assumed it was because of the new girl who used to be tied to the mast or maybe because the Quartermaster was drunk in his quarters or something, Zubari really had no idea. Seeing how he was new and all he really did not know the guy and did not know he ditched the crew, he thought she was angry because the girl looked like her.


Zubari had a lot of people in his tribe and many looked like him, they were not all that different, all hunters and such but really they to him were his brothers. If Zubari ever got the time to talk to the captain he would tell her the important thing he had to say...of course and the he would say 'Family is not dictated by blood, it is dictated by loyalty and love'. Zubari strongly liked the statement, when he was a young hunter he never really met his parents. His tribe believed the next in line hunters would spend as much time together as possible so they would become like brothers and sisters of each other. Which they slowly did, they were forced to be dropped off many miles away from camp and find there way back surviving solely off the land. They were brothers and sisters because they were loyal and helped each other, not because of their blood. And right when the ceremony that would decree the next great hunters was to take place the royals invaded. Zubari was supposed to find out who his real parents were that day, he never found out and to be honest, he really could care less.


It's the family they took he is angry about, his hunter brothers and sister, he would get them back, whether it killed him or not. Zubari walked to one of the tables and sat down waiting to eat watching everyone.


@Anyone


And Murphy was no where to be found, more then likely he passed out above deck after thinking too hard.
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[Purpleyedmiss]

Once Crystal had ran off somewhere, Nesim followed, only to grab a bowl for the meal. Impatient, but not at all careless, he took a spoonful of the boiled potatoes, vegetables and meat without Cluck noticing. He fetched a fork and a mug for the rum, which he drained from the barrels beside the table while juggling the bowl expediciously. With drink and food taken care of, he joined his crewmates on the table, who were singing a familiar shanty merrily and loudly. Mallory, the ship's most renowned musician (and also a great companion) was dancing, singing with her violin in hand, swiftly playing it with a mastery many would envy.





Nesim, at first, chose to eat his food quietly, savoring the saltiness of the meat, bitterly swallowing some undercooked vegetables and once in a while taking gulps of his beverage. But soon, the overall cheery tune and song filled his chest and ears, and the ottoman started to sang along, raising his mug of rum and laughing at the musician's showy antics. The ginger hair flew crazy along with the movements she made, and he couldn't help but averting his gaze to her bare shoulders, with many freckles prinkled like pepper on her skin. He let his mind wander, imagining other places that could be as greatly peppered; the irish woman was not ugly at all: quite the contrary, she was fit and had a charm unlike no other. Plus, she was playful, something Nesim found very amusing and consequently, very tempting.


When she walked by him on the table, he waited until she glanced at him before winking at her, hiding his sly grin with his mug and slowly drinking. This was just a jest, for now, the ottoman was content with flirting, eating and getting drunk, leave or let it be. Mallory was a fine woman, but only one to have fun with; Innocently, of course. More of a playful companion than someone he would rather be laid with. At the end, it was all complete innocent childsplay and it was fine by him.





Interacted with @Britt-21 but left


Mentioned @Queen Rai


@Rang Dipkin (Don't worry I don't plan to ruin the Mallouise ship xD )

 

[Rang Dipkin]

Mallory, in her rush, had slightly neglected Anika. The fact was, Mallory wasn't used to having another Musician aboard the ship. She had worked alone for four years, and wasn't sure what exactly to do with Anika. She enjoyed her, and held great respect for her musical abilities but due to her age and instrument of choice her fellow Musician couldn't be as much of a showman. Through the adrenaline, the high that she got from playing so furiously she couldn't help but feel as if she had abandoned her younger counterpart. She briefly considered bringing Anika atop the table with her, but it was Nesim's wink that forced her to discard the idea.


She brought the shanty to a close, cutting it short and ignoring the drunken complaints of some of the more rowdy pirates. Mallory did an exaggerated bow, and when she was at her lowest she grabbed Nesim's mug from his hand and put it to her lips, returning the wink as emptied the mug. It was an old closing trick of hers, and one that usually pleased the onlookers long enough for her to deal with whatever she needed to do.


With another smile, she turned and took another running leap off the table which had suddenly became far more wobbly. She pushed her way through the crowd of pirates (no small feat for a girl of 5'4) and stood in front of Anika as she played her clarinet, waiting for a good time to try and sort things out. As she stood she peered through the sea of arms, quietly waving to Louise in an attempt to gauge her emotions.


@GiannaCoco (Close Proximity)


@Purpleyedmiss (Stole from)


@Queen Rai (Waved at)

 

[Queen Rai]

Captain Louise De'Leone-Fitzgerald

Location: The Dining Room




"Indeed, but then, if we are like these carrots, what therefore is the jolly-humongous beast that so begrudgingly devours us, if you'll pardon my needless extension of your metaphor? The ocean? Fate, perhaps? Signs of the circumstance indeed. Some of the oafs who end up washed up in the country taverns turn tremendous tales of the legendary pirates."


Louise raised her eyebrows.


"Pirates who spend all their time 'yarring' and 'arring', swashbuckling, drinking, yelling, swinging around the deck like sweaty sun-charred hairless chimpanzees, turfing the tide's fury, swinging cutlasses around, robbing riches under the regality of the stars. Of course, their tales omit the sad reality of situations like this, where would-be-heroes are reduced to making analogies out of bally-horrible vegetables."


Simon had lost her at "the jolly-humongous beast". The captain was very hard to confuse, and even harder to leave speechless...but Simon had done it without even batting an eye. Louise was just making a sour joke, and she got a ramble of what sounded like analogies mixed with words she hadn't heard in a very long time. The captain found herself staring dumbfounded at the artist for a few seconds longer than she should've. When she managed to snap herself out of it, she quickly shoved the rest of her first roll into her mouth to avoid answering him. She snuck a glance at the artist, but quickly looked back down.


Yeah, she felt like an idiot now. Served her right for attempting humor.


Louise looked up, pretending to listen to the music. She, still trying to decode Simon's riddle of a response, eventually came to conclusion that he was either really smart...smarter than she (impossible)...or REALLY drunk. Louise slowly chewed on her roll, trying to think of SOMETHING to say. Eventually, she looked back at Simon. The woman swallowed her roll, along with her pride, and blurted out, "I have absolutely no clue what you just said."


GREAT. Fantastic job, Louise. Maybe she could play it off like she was the one that was drunk...but oddly enough, Louise's mood was steadily increasing. She felt a wee bit humiliated, sure...but at least she was distracted from the problem at hand. Louise stabbed her fork into her potato, lifting the whole thing up to her mouth before gnawing at it. This time, she really was listening to the music. She found her self letting out a snort of laughter as Mallory swiped Nesim's mug from him as downed whatever was left. The captain twiddle her fingers back at the girl when she waved, taking another ravenous bite out of her spud. The potato, like the carrots, was severely overcooked...but definitely not as salty. Louise liked potatoes, and would eat them without complaint no matter how they were cooked.


@Britt-21[/color][/b]

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Riley silently entered the dining area, making sure that she drew no one's attention. 'I still have a few pieces of bread on me. I'm not sure if I should, or can, get food.' She thought to herself as she silently leaned against a far wall, away from life and commotion and pulled out a piece of bread before silently biting into it, it was dry and crumbly but all in all it wasn't that bad. Idly she wondered if she'll encounter outlaws who have heard of her reputation.

 

[Scaddox]

Samuel looked at Carter walk up to them and mentally slapped himself.


'Well done genius, ask someone to do something and then ask someone else to stop them when it's too late. Oh well, I suppose I need to eat.'





Samuel lifted his neck slightly to reach the plate, succeeding in his effort and lifting some unidentified meat. It was quite salty, but tasted alright. Samuel wasn't one to complain about food, if he survived the dinner, it was good enough, but taste did add to it. Samuel was managing to eat the dinner rather quickly, considering his position. It was most likely because he had sat down that he was in the predicament. If he had stood up when he was tied, this would have been a lot easier.


"Carter, when your finished, would you mind finding Riley for me? It would really help." He asked quietly, looking over at a couple people walking towards the dining hall. He had made a massive mistake, untying her. He could have continued being a guard, sitting by the captain's door while everyone went for supper and that Riley could continue being the criminal she is, instead of becoming an assistant to Cluck and Samuel being the equivalent of a traitor.


Mentioned:


@Metaphysics


@Queen Rai


Communicated:


@CasualDragon

 

[SkyGinge]

Though Simon wasn't actually facing the Captain as he spoke (instead, he was staring off into the distance like your average philosophical artist), he could feel Louise's eyes on him like dulled daggers in the awkward silence that proceeded his attempt at smalltalk. I suppose there's a very good reason why it's called small talk, Simon mused, Because the aforementioned talk is intended to be small. Not sound like it's came out of a philosopher's journal.


Simon's introspection did not extend to pitying the unlearned. "No, I feared that must have been the case," Simon sighed, returning to awkward silence once again. I pray at least that my word-vomit confused the Captain enough to push her worries to the back of her mind. And lo! Louise was brightening after all, though Simon suspected with a scrap of jealousy that it was more to do with Mallory's antics than his own pointless soliloquising. The warm, flowing laughter that tumbled from her rosy lips like water from a mountain spring... Louise was not to know that his new wry smile was in the sad truth that he would never be able to conjure forth such a smile.


Tension tenses the rigging in Simon's gut; the overwhelming desire to keep the conversation afloat. "Irregardless," the Dutchman eyed her, "I was wondering what work you would have me do in the coming days of travel. Mio already has a sea-chart leading towards our destination, so there is little use in me crafting one as well. So I must admit I'm at wit's end. Is there anything in particular that requires artistic commemoration? Erm... painting?" He corrected finally, the recent scars of his last monologue coming to mind.


@Queen Rai


@Rang Dipkin (mentioned/disapproval of MalxLouise signified)

 

[ActionPony]

Hope usually didn't make much of a fuss during dinner. It was just food, and often not very good food at that (that's what happens when you're at sea for months on end). She got her share, ate it, and then went off to draw something. And if it had not been for Riley, that's what she would have been doing (That beautiful shade of pink Louise had turned earlier was quite worthy of being painted. Louise, in fact, was a painter's gold mine. She had many different facial expressions, and most of them were hilarious enough to want to remember). However, Riley had come, and Hope had plans. She finished her food and walked up to the girl. She asked her:


"Will you tell me about your father?"


She would understand if Riley didn't want to. She could wait. She just wanted a better picture on Mr. De'Leone, and Riley's contribution would be very useful.


@Metaphysics

 

[CasualDragon]

Carter scooped the last of whatever he was eating into his mouth and swallowed soon after. He set the plate down on the deck with a clatter and crossed his hands over his stomach. When he was asked to find Riley he nodded. "No problem." He stood up, stretched and picked up the plate, carrying it over to the dining hall and kitchen. Once inside he dropped his plate off beside the passed out man again and meandered off. He scoured the room for signs of Riley, finally spotting her talking with the artist. He grumbled then walked over to them. "Sorry to rudely interrupt yer conversation." He turned to face Riley specifically. "Samuel, the guy who untied yeh, was wondering if yeh could go see 'im." He turned and headed away, if he was around by the time everybody was done eating then he might be on dish duty and that was the last thing he wanted.


@TheMentalEagle (communicated and left)


@Metaphysics (communicated)


@ActionPony (mentioned)

 

[Queen Rai]

Captain Louise De'Leone-Fitzgerald

Location: The Dining Room



"No, I feared that must have been the case,"


Louise glanced back at Simon, but only very briefly. The red in her cheeks was obvious, but she could also blame that on the rum. Wait, she didn't have any...wait, why didn't she have any? Louise continued to gnaw at her potato, using her food as an excuse not to talk. Louise hated not knowing what to say, especially when the reason was her own ignorance. The captain continued processing Simon's words, hoping to decode whatever message he'd tried sending her...but Louise just ended up confusing herself further.


"Irregardless, I was wondering what work you would have me do in the coming days of travel. Mio already has a sea-chart leading towards our destination, so there is little use in me crafting one as well. So I must admit I'm at wit's end. Is there anything in particular that requires artistic commemoration? Erm... painting?"


Louise looked back at Simon, swallowing a mouthful of mashed of potato as he spoke. The woman brushed a few loose strands of hair out of her face as she placed her half-eaten potato back down on her plate. With both hands, Louise felt at her pockets before producing a small, folded piece of parchment from her right. The woman unfolded it, and then rolled her eyes.


"Damn...I gave it to Hope." she grumbled, wadding up the half-drawn map she'd created a while back. The woman tossed it over her shoulder, and then sighed, "I have a list. Of all of the people we're after on this trip. I wanted you to record what happened to them as we found them, through painting or whatever else."


Louise scooped up some bits of celery onto her fork and said, "I'll get it from her tomorrow."

@SkyGinge
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[Prizzy Kriyze]

Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega

​

The chilly night eventually bit into Mio's skin. Being a Spaniard gave you little in way of resisting cold, and the small splashes of water that hit his skin only proved that further. In a elegant roll Mio slid off the bowsprit and pushed off from the railing, doing a small flip before landing on the deck still with a large spear over his shoulders. He walked across deck and returned to the navigation room that he'd made into his home, and set the spear down in the corner of the room. No one would have any use for that anytime soon.


Digging out his entire collection of hidden liquor, Mio raised a large box from the ground overflowing with the bottles. Using his feet to open and close the door to navigation he marched across deck and kicked the door the kitchen open and walked inside. While the room was filled with potential victims, Mio was only looking for one. He sat down across from Louise and let the box slam down on the table so that the bottles clinked. With a small smirk plastered onto his face he picked two bottles out of the box and set one down in front of her.


He looked to Simon, who'd taken a seat next to the captain, and let the smirk stick. "Help yourself. I'm feeling generous." His eyes wandered back to the captain. "Someone told me the captain can't hold her liquor. Want to test it?" He raised the bottle to his mouth and took a few deep gulps. For a short moment as he was setting the bottle down, while it was cutting off vision to his face from anyone but Louise, and sad frown grazed his features and made the reason for drinking obvious. The smirk returned and he met Louise's eyes. "Who will go under first?"


@SkyGinge


@Queen Rai

 

[SkyGinge]

"Sounds rather grizzly," Simon said, rather monotonously, as if he were talking about something normal like eating breakfast, or sitting in one's drawing room, instead of the probable violent demise of another human being. Five years of piracy had acclimatised the nobleman to the violent tendancies of his crew and profession. Personally, he far prefered painting more glorious scenery; things like notable ports, or the shipmates in times of greater frivolity. The only redeeming factor of his next task would be the fact that Louise would inevitably be at the forefront of his paintings, and he would finally have the opportunity to capture her correctly.


Mio was the next person to try and steal away the Captains (unfortunately already fading) attention from him, and Simon remembered why he didn't usually do this kind of thing. It was a nightmare trying to find a scrap of calm solace with anybody, especially the Captain, as there'd always be another soul out there somewhere who'd find a way to butt in and divert the conversation. He sighed to himself, though this was such a regular occurance that the others wouldn't think to question it.


"I'll politely abstain, thank you," he dismissed Mio's 'offer' of a drink. Admittedly, a long, hard drink is probably what she needs, Simon thought, though he hated to think of the Captain's behaviour in such uncontrolled circumstances. Even still, there's still a rather large hole in that answer that I need to address before these too drink themselves silly.


"Sorry to interrupt," Simon interupted, "but with due respects, that still leaves me with a good few days without anything to engage myself in. I know this is often the case... but I jolly-well hate feeling like a spare tool. If there's anything at all that requires doing, I will be more than happy to do you the good service, Captain."


@Queen Rai


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Queen Rai]

Captain Louise De'Leone-Fitzgerald

Location: The Dining Room



"Someone told me the captain can't hold her liquor. Want to test it?"


Louise raised her eyebrows as Mio heaved what she assumed to be his private stash of liquor. He was unwise to bring such good booze into a room as already hammered pirates, but even more so to challenge a pirate captain to a drink-off. Louise wasn't known for her drinking abilities, but she took no greater pleasure in anything than proving Mio wrong. If he wanted a challenge, he'd usually get it...whatever the sport. And in this case, that spot was drinking themselves silly.


"Who will go under first?"


Louise swore she saw a twinge of what looked like pain in Mio's expression...and suddenly, she understood. This was no normal drink-off. No, this was consolation. For the both of them. Louise had actually been fairly distracted from the subject of Vahlen's leaving, but now that Mio had reminded her, a good drink did sound nice. Of course, the hangover would suck, but even then her mind would be occupied.


"Sorry to interrupt, but with due respects, that still leaves me with a good few days without anything to engage myself in. I know this is often the case... but I jolly-well hate feeling like a spare tool. If there's anything at all that requires doing, I will be more than happy to do you the good service, Captain."


Louise glanced back at Simon, and then at Mio. She couldn't stop her lips from curving into a small smirk as she said, "Then you'll have no problem making sure Mio doesn't hit his head on his way to the floor."


Louise reached out, grabbing the bottle in front of her and taking a swig. The liquid burned all the way down her throat, and Louise couldn't help but make a face. She shook her head, and then grinned, "Good stuff."

@SkyGinge

@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Holo]

John Nar

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"Oh great. Nothing to do yet. I give the crew five days before one goes traitor. I wonder why people drink this stuff." John thought to himself as he held up the same bottle of rum as he did earlier. He hadn't drank any of it but he had started contemplating it however after falling asleep earlier he learned that Natalia had drunk it all. He despised the girl's drinking habits but it was what it was. "Why must I be ignored so often? Must I be some sort of swordsman of master levels just to get any acknowledgement? I could beat any swordsman on any ship with one mere move. Granted it'd be a damn dirty trick but it would work." He had never used his secret technique in front of anybody who'd remember but it was so simple that people rarely expected it. he'd block the opponent's sword with his own while his back was turned and during the small gap he'd fire his musket at the target from under his sword arm using his other hand. If that didn't instantly cripple or kill the target then he'd whip around and decapitate the fool himself.

Natalia Corsa



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Whistling away as if she had no cares in the world. She sat on top of the mast but not in the crows nest since she wasn't a lookout but merely some powder monkey. She knew one thing that would never change as long as she lived. "I will never cross this captain in my lifetime even if I get my own ship we shall never be at odds." She wasn't talking to anybody in particular but she was promising herself that small measure of safety. She knew that however the captain may be a little upset if she left to run her own ship and as such she intended to take John with her when she did leave. She knew just how creative the man was and how great he was at fighting dirty but she also knew that such a treasure came at a price.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega

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The artist opened his mouth and Mio's eyebrow twitched. If Simon was about to pull the only drinking partner that Mio currently trusted himself drinking with from him, he'd take back all the nice things he'd thought about him. Mio wanted to drink to forget for the moment, and if that lead to him breaking down and crying like a little kid he might as well go drown himself right now. Keeping respect up with the most important part of his image, and crying before the crew wouldn't exactly deepen that respect.


"Then you'll have no problem making sure Mio doesn't hit his head on his way to the floor."


A corner of Mio's mouth bent slightly upwards when the captain uttered the challenging words. He peered up at her with the smirk on his lips and noted how she'd already begun. He scoffed, and thought 'Drink me under the table, why don't you?'. Although if stated aloud the words probably would've sounded like a challenge, but Mio was completely sincere. If she could outdrink him and put him out cold for a while, he wouldn't mind at all.


He raised the bottle to his mouth again. "Isn't it?"


@Queen Rai


@SkyGinge (mention)

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Riley suddenly clenched her fists as she recalled her time with her father. "I thought that it was a dream come true, that my wish for a proper family would be fulfilled. You could imagine my surprise when that man suddenly turned on me faster than you can say 'bastard' and started to hit me." She said, closing her eyes and taking a few calming breaths. "Excuse me, it seems that my liberator is having second thoughts." She said as she started walking back to the mast.


She arrived there and looked at the man. "Second thoughts?" She said as it was more of a statement than a question.

 

[Scaddox]

"I'm not having second thoughts, I'm just wishing I didn't think the first ones." Samuel replied, looking up at Riley. He was tired, annoyed, and bored. "I only let you out because I felt bad for you, and because it looked like someone else was going to anyway. I find it rather difficult to say you're lying, but I don't think you're telling the truth either. Now I'm stuck here until you prove you are who you say you are, and, if you don't, I guess I won't be seeing my sister again before I die." There was no emotion in Samuel's voice. It was like a black hole had formed inside him and stopped after taking away every feeling he had. The only thing he wanted to know was why he freed her. It was bloody annoying that he had to be all emotional and caring. It got his best friend killed, got his parents killed, might as well get him killed, after everything he's done.


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@Metaphysics


Mentioned:


N/A

 

[ActionPony]

Riley's reaction was distressed, and unfortunately, not very useful to Hope. Hope resolved to ask Riley more gently later, when they could really talk to each other. But for now, Riley appeared to be busy, and Hope had duties to attend to. Just because one was cooking up another master plan, Mio would not spontaneously decide to be nice and do navigation duties for Hope that night.


First, Hope took the dead reckoning. The longitude she didn't do much but the barebones- that she would work out in the chart room, as it involved a lot of math and lucky guesses. Latitude was easily taken from the position of the sun, but that didn't work for longitude. A clock might work, but those weren't accurate at sea. Perhaps a star chart would work, but that would require documenting every single star in the sky. In short, the longitude problem was a huge pain, and most navigators despaired of ever seeing it solved. With her dead reckoning taken, she headed down to try out her math skills in figuring out their longitude, double-checking it to make sure that she wouldn't add any more errors to her calculations.


When she had finally finished those all-important longitude guessing/calculations and had debated on whether or not to pray for them to be correct, she glanced at a porthole, and saw that the sun was rather farther down than she had hoped that it was. She mentally cursed (Hope's mother had taught her better than to swear out loud, and even life with pirates had not un-stuck that particular lesson). She scrambled to do her course checking, and in the course of doing so, she knocked a piece of paper to the floor. After she did the course checking, she noticed it, and picked it up. Reading it (literacy had been a skill that her mother had insisted on teaching her, and Hope had never regretted learning), she found that it was a list of names in Louise's handwriting. Some of them, she knew. For example, the one at the top of the list- he was the smuggler that she was going to try to bust in Haiti. The list was entitled 'traitors'.


From what Mio had told her earlier, Hope could deduce that this was was a list of all their targets on this voyage. It would be a useful thing to have, especially as Hope had her own plans for several of them. She took some pieces of paper and a pen (used to make sketches, usually) from a pocket, and very soon, there were two copies of the list. One copied the wording exactly in Hope's immaculate handwriting, while the other was a very good forgery of the original. She rolled them up into two of the small containers that attached to Iris's leg (usually used for messages), and pocketed it. She placed the original back on the table. If Louise asked, Hope would return it. After all, it had outlived its usefulness, now that she had her copies.


When she had finished, she went up on decks, whistled for Iris, and when the parrot came, gave her some orange seeds, and a mission to take the copies of the list up to the crow's nest, which served as Hope's private space. She attached the containers to Iris's legs, and Iris flew off, happy to complete this trivial (to Iris) mission in return for her favorite snack. Once she had dropped the containers off, Iris made a beeline (or should that be parrot-line?) to Riley, who she knew as 'that nice girl who gives me food', and sat on her shoulder, tugging lightly on her hair to get her attention.


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"Oh dear. I've let myself into it now, haven't I?" Simon muttered. His attempt at chivalry and impressive loyalty had now lead him into a rather sticky situation. Simon had rathered hope to say what he wanted, and then either win the Captains praise somehow (oh, how painfully naive he had been), or, failing that, disappear the moment the dastardly drinking debarkle began. This is the last time I ever attempt something social in this ship, Simon thought sourly, It's all very well getting chummy among civilised folk, though in retrospective Boswell's clan were only 'civilised' in the loosest respects. Irregardless, their follies were still graciously sensible in comparison to those here. And ladies like the Captain... I have no desire to see sully their respect.


Besides, it was drinking that had lead to the terrible incident five years previously which had forced him into a life of piracy, and had similtaniously lead to his vow never to drink the blood-like-drink again.


The prospect of spending the night in the dining hall was about as appealing as drowning himself, but he was a man of honour, a man of his word (or at least he tried), and now that he'd made that statement, a statement he so greatly wished to detract, he was forced to stay at the scene. My reward for this had better be bountiful, but I shan't get my hopes up. Even he struggled to hide his disgust. But nevertheless, the Dutchman sat still and strong, watching the pathetic drinking like a cook watching trapped rats.


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[Queen Rai]

Captain Louise De'Leone-Fitzgerald


Location: The Dining Room - On Deck


"Isn't it?"

Louise grimaced as she took another gulp of what she mentally referred to as "liquid fire". It seemed that, for only a moment, the woman went slightly cross-eyed. Two shots and she was already feeling sick. Mio probably poisoned her bottle. Louise woozily set the bottle back down, placing a hand on her forehead as she watched the room slowly spin around her. Louise had always been decent at holding her liquor, so something was definitely wrong. The captain could feel vomit rising in her throat, but decided to force it back down with another swig of liquor. It burned going down, even more so than the previous gulps...and it burned even more as it started to come back up. Louise's eyes widened, and this was the moment she realized...she was in trouble.

Now, the woman was convinced that something wasn't right. She didn't feel particularly drunk, no, that wasn't it. She just felt...weak...and GOD, did she feel sick. The captain let out a small hiccup, cupping a hand over her mouth as she did. It took an amazing amount of strength not to throw up right then and there. Swarms of chanting pirates had begun to crowd the table, but why did they seem so far away? The captain couldn't help but feel a sudden, uncomfortable, claustrophobic wave wash over her.

Oh, God...

She had to get out of there.

Louise quickly stood up (which also wasn't the best idea in the world) and began to push her way toward the door, barely hearing herself as she grumbled some excuse for leaving. Her eyes, empty and unfocused, were a dead giveaway of her not feeling well. As was the slight rasp in her throat (though that was probably due to the burning liquid she'd consumed only moments before). Pirates moved out of her way as she walked toward the exit, and even though it was only a few feet away, it felt like an eternity before she actually got there. The woman stumbled out the door, quickly making her way up the stairs and out onto the main deck (though, in reality, her moving 'quickly' was nothing more than a sloppy, stumbling, meander).

Louise didn't really have much control over her movements at this point. As soon as she got up on deck, she threw her torso over the railing, producing a series of ungodly gags and coughs. Within seconds, most of Louise's dinner was floating in the ocean below. The captain let out a few hacking coughs, making sure everything was...uh..."cleared out" before daring to stand upright again. She wasn't standing for more than five second before she threw the upper half of her body back over the railing.

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Mio slammed the bottle down onto the table and used his forearm to wipe his mouth. It was funny, really, how someone like Mio actually hated the taste of alcohol despite being so fond of it. Another fake smirk came to the corner of his mouth as he opened his eyes and looked back in front of him again. He was about to open his mouth and say something, but then he realized that Louise was as a matter of fact not there anymore. Surprised and confused, Mio looked around the room and spotted the captain staggering up towards deck. "What the hell?" He said aloud, although not so loud that it would be easy to hear above the general noise produced by the room.


He looked back towards the bottle he'd given her, grabbed it and took a sniff. When he found that there was nothing wrong with it he promptly stood up from the table and started to pursue the captain. He did not know what was wrong with her, but he was certainly not going to let anyone else get to her before himself. He didn't trust anyone with having the tact, except for maybe Simon, but letting Simon be chivalrous sent shivers down his spine.


His boots bounced against the wooden floor as he ran in a not-so-straight line out of the kitchen. He stopped and leaned against the door frame for a moment before staggering over to Louise's side. Upon realizing that she was vomiting her guts out, his face changed into a slightly paler color. If that drink had been old this would've been his fault. He'd have to play it off somehow though. He reached forward and grabbed the locks of white hair that hung down from her prized hat, and pulled it back so that she wouldn't accidentally throw up over it. "How're you holding up captain? Did you eat something bad back there? I'm disinclined to believe you're done after three shots."


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[Queen Rai]

Captain Louise De'Leone-Fitzgerald


Location: On Deck


"How're you holding up captain? Did you eat something bad back there? I'm disinclined to believe you're done after three shots."

Louise shuddered upon feeling Mio's hands pull back her hair, though she couldn't help but feel slightly grateful for his presence. The woman gave a small groan in response, resting her elbows on the railing and burying her face in her hands. She smacked her lips, grimacing at the sour taste that would no doubt linger on her breath for the rest of the night. Louise shook her head, dragging her hands down her face before wiping her mouth on her sleeve. Her stomach made an angry growl, and Louise dropped her hands back to the railing, gripping it tightly as she forced herself over it once more. She heaved a few times, but nothing came up. The captain shuddered, letting herself droop over the rail. The woman reached up, swiftly pulling her hat from atop her head. She held the rim of the hat firmly in her right hand as she let her arms hang over the railing, letting out a silent belch before grumbling, "I think I just drank the devil's piss. Or yours. Same thing"

Louise forced herself to stand upright (for the third time), letting out a long sigh as she did. She turned to face Mio, lightly swatting at his hands so he'd let go of her hair. She leaned back on the railing, and grunted, "No, it must've been the food...I knew I shouldn't have eaten that potato."

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