Fantasy The Poison Of The Seven Seas

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega

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"I think I just drank the devil's piss. Or yours. Same thing." For a moment Mio was stunned with thought, fantasizing about starting his own brewery and naming it just that. Devil's piss sounds like something that'd be popular with the sailors. He suddenly realized the attack on his person however and went "Oi, do I look like a guy who'd keep bottles of my own piss with my alcohol?" No, he kept his bottles of piss near other people's alcohol. Usually people he really hated, but wasn't allowed to kill.


He took his hands from her hair and wafted one in front of his face to make the smell of vomit vanish into the night. Vomit wasn't an unusual smell around the ship, since they often had younglings aboard, younglings who aren't used to the waving of the sea nor are naturally savvy about it like Mio happened to be. This, however, had only served to lower Mio's tolerance for the smell throughout the years. He suppressed a dry-heave and raised an arm to rub the side of his head with his forearm. "Strange, John's cooking has miraculously not done that as far as I can remember. I mean, I actually kind of like his cooking. Especial-..."


He realized he was almost ranting, something he was prone to doing when he was under the affect of the bottle. He shook his head and looked back to her. "Never mind." Hadn't she been looking more pale around lately though? Mio didn't know. It's not like he paid attention, was it? No, no way. He leaned onto the railing a little bit away from her, then looked towards the starry sky. "... Wonder if Dmitri is up there. You know, looking down at us. Wonder if he's proud we can get back at them. He's bound to be proud of you, anyway. His..." He stopped again, realizing he was straying from the subject, again. He stepped back from the railing and looked at her. "... You feeling better now?... Can I help, somehow?"


@Queen Rai


@miostopdisplayinghumanemotion

 

[Queen Rai]

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Captain Louise De'Leone-Fitzgerald


Location: On Deck
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"Oi, do I look like a guy who'd keep bottles of my own piss with my alcohol?"

Yes.

Louise placed her hat back on her head as Mio rambled on, barely paying attention to his words as her gaze shifted back out to the ocean. Port Royal had completely dipped down into the horizon, and not even the faintest glow from the town could be seen. The moon, on the other hand, was full and bright. Hell, you could probably extinguish every single lantern aboard and still be able to see clear enough to work. Louise liked sailing on nights of a full moon...there's was something both calming and empowering about it.

"... Wonder if Dmitri is up there. You know, looking down at us. Wonder if he's proud we can get back at them. He's bound to be proud of you, anyway. His..."

Louise immediately turned her attention back to Mio, eyes wide and brows raised. She felt the corners of her mouth twitch into a small frown as Mio spoke, swallowing the growing lump in her throat as she contemplated his words. Would he be proud of her? Louise looked up, her eyes again falling on the brilliant full moon. She tilted her head...was he really somewhere up there? Sailing among the stars? She wouldn't be surprised. Whenever there was something shiny, Dmitri would be there to steal it. Louise almost smiled at the thought, and couldn't help but imagine Dmitri snatching a constellation and tossing it into his celestial ship.

"... You feeling better now?... Can I help, somehow?"

Louise glanced back down at Mio for a moment, but brought her attention back to the night sky only a moment later. She exhaled through her nose, and then said, completely ignoring his question, "He's definitely up there, you know. In heaven. No doubt in my mind."

Louise paused, and then let out a small snicker.

"I just wonder how he managed to sneak in."

@Prizzy Kriyze

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[Prizzy Kriyze]

Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega

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Mio turned his head towards Louise and inspected her while she spoke. She'd really grown a lot older now, hadn't she? He followed her gaze up towards the stars and started searching among the constellations, almost as if he was hoping to spot a hint of his old captain there. Suddenly realizing how silly the thought was, he leaned forward over the railing and looked down into the water. A small smirk played on his lips from her joke. At least Louise was still around. The salty ocean winds made his clothes flutter, and mixed together with the movement of the ocean his reflection looked like a tornado. A sudden gust of wind hit him and blew his large hat from his head. He looked up in surprise and shock and witnessed the hat falling towards the ocean. His eyes widened, and suddenly a flashblack played before his eyes.


The deck was illuminated by a late red sun, setting just above the ocean in the distance. A strong arm held Mio, who clawed wildly to get back onto deck. While climbing down out of the crow's nest a knot on the rope net that stretched up there had become undone and Mio had lost his footing and tumbled towards the ocean. A passing crewmember had noticed him and managed to grab onto him before he fell into the depths of the Mediterranean. As he fell back onto deck, breathing heavily and hugging the flooring, someone came up from behind and pushed something onto his head. Mio grabbed onto whatever it was, and sighed of relief when he found that someone had returned his hat to him. He looked up to thank the person, and was met with the disgruntled face of Dmitri. "What the hell are you doing, Mio." He said in that tired out-of-patience sort of way he always used when he talked to him. Mio's face grew red, and all he managed to stammer out was "..E-eh..."


The gust of wind kept trying to rip the hat out of Mio's hand, but he held it firmly, then pushed himself backwards so his feet touched the floor of the deck again. He put it back on his head and sighed. His smile was still present, and now he looked to Louise. "Well, I suppose we've got nothing to be afraid of then, right captain?" He started pacing across deck and stopped by the mast to rub a couple of scratches that had been there since the first time Mio slipped with a sword. "Even if we die, we'll just have to follow his lead and we can join back up in heaven. We'll sail the sky from Sagittarius to Orion. We'll steal the north star and put it at the bow. We'll raid the nine heavens, fight the Seraphim and put the Devil himself to shame." He chuckled at his own words, then looked back to Louise again. " 'till then we'll just have to stand on our own two feet."


Because I sure haven't started yet.


@Queen Rai

 

[Queen Rai]

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Captain Louise De'Leone-Fitzgerald


Location: On Deck - Captain's Quarters

Louise exhaled softly through her nose, not taking her eyes away from the night sky until a rather strong breeze gusted past Mio and herself. The woman quickly placed a hand on top of her hat, but Mio wasn't so fast. His hat was swept right off the top of his head, and after being carried by the wind for only a moment, it began to float down toward the ocean. Louise, with one hand atop her head and the other extended towards Mio's hat, nearly fell overboard. Of course, her attempt at saving the tricorne was pointless. Mio had already caught the rim of the hat, refusing to let go as the wind tried pulling it back. Louise wobbled unsteadily as the wind shook her, and she quickly pushed herself away from the railing.

"I could've died." the captain said, half-joking as she dusted off her coat. After not receiving a response, Louise turned her attention back to the Sailing Master. His eyes, wide and glassy, gave away the fact that he was (once again) off in his own little world. Rolling her eyes, Louise folded her arms and waited for Mio to come back to Earth.

Eventually, Mio did come back...and he seemed completely unaware of his giant pause. Louise shook her head as he continued.

"Well, I suppose we've got nothing to be afraid of then, right captain? Even if we die, we'll just have to follow his lead and we can join back up in heaven. We'll sail the sky from Sagittarius to Orion. We'll steal the north star and put it at the bow. We'll raid the nine heavens, fight the Seraphim and put the Devil himself to shame...'till then we'll just have to stand on our own two feet."

"Right...um...Mio, I think you've had a bit too much to drink." Louise put (not so) gently, reaching forward and giving the man's shoulder a (not so) soft pat. The woman brushed past him, making her way across the deck and towards her quarters as she said, "Go to bed. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow, and I want everyone up and ready to work by first light. Including you, hungover or not."

And with that, the captain slipped into her chambers, locking the door behind her. The room was dark, and only the small, circular window at the end of the room provided any sort of light. Louise immediately pulled off her hat, tossing it lightly onto her bed before making her way to her desk. She blindly fumbled around for the box of matches she kept in the top drawer, and then proceeded to light the lanterns in the room. As light slowly began to fill the room, Louise started...singing? Not well, and definitely not loud enough for anyone to hear her, but still singing, nonetheless. The melody was simple and pretty, though it was pretty obvious that Louise didn't know all of the words. The parts she didn't know were just hummed or "lalala'd".

After the captain finished lighting the lanterns in her room, she fished a plain, white ribbon from her coat pocket and tied up her hair. The woman then sat at the foot of her bed, still singing, and pulled off her boots. Louise then proceeded to shrug out her her coat, pull her blouse over her head, step out of her shorts, and then crawl under her covers.

What a day...Vahlen is gone, which means a new Quartermaster is my top priority...I need to get that list from Hope...and...

"Zzz..."

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Timeskip


6:00 a.m


At Sea

The sun peeked over the horizon, giving off an angelic glow to the drifting clouds above and casting brilliant beams of light in all directions. Wisps of pale pinks, oranges, and eventual blues colored the early morning sky. A soft wind breezed throughout the ship, and the air was surprisingly cool. Most of the pirates were already up and working. Honeycakes and oranges were put in the dining room for anyone who wanted breakfast, which was abnormal for a seemingly "average" day at sea.

The thing was, it wasn't going to be an average day at sea. The Poison was now without a Quartermaster, and the captain knew that she needed to find Vahlen's replacement as soon as she could...but who would be able to fit the position?

Captain Louise De'Leone-Fitzgerald


Location: Captain's Quarters - On Deck

There was nothing but...white. As far as she could see, there was absolutely nothing but bright, pure...white.


What the hell?




Louise looked around, puzzled by the fact that she was no longer in her quarters. She couldn't describe where she was as a room, because it wasn't. It was just whiteness, pure and never ending, as far as the eye could see. The captain raised her eyebrows as she surveyed her surroundings, not yet daring to take a step forward. Everything was...still. Too still. So still that the captain couldn't help but shift uncomfortably beneath her dress.


...dress?


Looking down, Louise noticed that she was no longer wearing the shorts and undershirt she'd gone to sleep in. Instead, she was in a plain, white dress.


This was when Louise KNEW she was dreaming. Or at least hoped she was.


Louise hugged her arms almost reflexively when she noticed they were bare, sucking in her cheeks as a wave of goosebumps surged over her entire body. The woman stayed like that for a few second, and then let out a small sigh before swinging her foot out and taking a step forward. Louise gasped as her foot fell through the whiteness in front of her and she started to fall.

"YARGH!" Louise gasped, shooting straight up in bed.

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[Girouette]

"Yaaaaaaaaaaawn?"

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From somewhere aboard the vessel, a small yawn broke out from the throat of a small boy slumped on the floor. How and when he had found his way to the floor was up for much confusion, and neither the boy nor anybody who had possibly seen him sleeping could profess when or why he was, but the fact stood that he had just awoken from seemingly a reasonably long nap.

He wasn't sure what time it was, and he certainly didn't know himself why he was there, but he did know that he was feeling quite refreshed, although he wasn't quite sure what he was supposed to be doing before he took a nap...He wasn't sure of a lot of things, actually.


What he was sure of however was that he must have been working quite hard, going about his life on the ship in a normal fashion, as any normal crew-member would do.


However...He did feel like he had missed quite a bit of the goings on of the ship, and had in his attempts to be useful on the ship had steered him away from paying much attention and interacting with any of his crew members outside of any capacity beyond simple orders, and all in all for him his life had been rather uneventful, which he simply couldn't stand for.


When had he had this epiphany? Most likely in his time napping, and so he steeled himself to begin becoming a more prominent member of the crew, and no longer idle around being a normal crew member...But maybe one more nap...

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[Scaddox]

Samuel tried to stretch...


Tried to. He remembered where he was when he felt his bindings digging into his arm, leaving him trapped on the mast. He must have fallen asleep mid conversation, and stay asleep till morning. What was the time anyways? 7:00am, 6:00am? Great, just great. He had recalled the events of the night before, and everything that happened, right up until he fell asleep, and there was a lot of things he'd note down if it weren't for his inability to write in this position. He had hoped the Captain was alright, the crew were fine and that they were all ready for the day. He might have been tied up, but this was still the Captain and crew he was ready to die for so they could live another day. He twisted his head round to stretch his neck before moving into a less painful seating position.

 

[Britt-21]

Crystal

Crystal had finally taken her time off after dinner and had her nap. Naps were the one thing keeping her going and keeping her well rested. She was snuggled up in her bed, nice and comfortable. Her red hair all messed up from tossing and turning as well and stuffing her head under her pillow. Crystal tried to force herself to sleep a little more but her body wouldnt allow her to. So, she huffed and stretched, rubbing her eyes in the process and yawning "Seems its my time to wake up." she said softly and got out of her bed, grabbing her brush that was sitting on a heavy box and brushed her hair quickly before putting on some clean clothes. This uniform was red and brown (See form for details). Instead of her usual blue and white with some silver.

Leaving her sleeping quarters, she went to freshen up and grab a Honey Cake from the dining room before coming up onto the deck and taking in the nice cool air of the morning. Looking at where the sun was rising, she smiled softly at the beautiful sight. She took a bite of her small piece of Honey Cake "What a beautiful morning to start the endless days at sea." she said to herself, closing her eyes as she felt the breeze brush her skin softly

@Anyone!!!!​

 

[ActionPony]

Hope had put her cot down on the floor of the navigation room, to remind herself to do the morning course check. It was rather early in the morning when she woke up, stretched, and tried to sort herself out. She went through a sort of early-morning checklist: Arms- two. Legs- two. Head- still there. Last night she'd discovered the 'traitors' list and copied it. Louise had been sick (or something- Hope had been too shy to inquire further), she'd had a funny dream about Louise being all dolled up and Mio proposing to her, and now she needed to make sure the ship didn't miss Haiti. Hope got up, put her clothes on, and got to work. First, she went upstairs to check the dead reckoning. She got her measurements with no fuss, but she stayed behind. The sun was rising, and it was particularly gorgeous. Hope got her art supplies and started painting. She included people in there for effect, although they were simply from her imagination. Hope was happy. She was alone (mostly, it was quiet, and she was making something beautiful.

 

[CasualDragon]

Carter had already been up for a half hour or so patching up some of his worn garments when others really began to rise. With others now up and about, Carter was ready to head out and get a taste of that fresh air. He stepped contentedly from where he stayed and headed towards breakfast. He grabbed some stuff and munched on it.


When he was done eating he wandered onto the deck. He wasn't sure what his chore list consisted of so he decided to go in search of some work. He wandered around aimlessly, listening to the sounds of the sea and the bustling life around him, watching the sky change its glorious colours. The water was his favourite part of mornings at sea. The way it reflected the morning light was brilliance, and the creatures under the water would catch the rays also. He enjoyed it while he could. A swabbie with no work wouldn't stand around for long, soon he would be given a job or he would spot one.


@anyonewhowantstopickontheslave

 

[Rang Dipkin]

The woman punched her hammock, driving her face into the net and groaning. She wasn't sure how she had managed to get into the sling, as the last thing she could recall with any confidence was stealing a drink from Nesim. The girl was still dressed in her evening wear, though it seemed she had attempted to remove it, judging by the way it gathered around her hips. She traced her body with her hands, partially to dull the quiet ache and partially to check for any damages. The only area of concern was her bum. Mallory's eyes flashed in panic and she let out a short yelp before jumping out of her bed, her pulsing head remind her that she had fallen off the table, ass first, and passed out.


Mallory lunged from her bed, stumbling head first into her compact dresser. She haphazardly pulled on a loose fitting shirt tan pants, and a brimmed hat. Men's clothes, but at this hour this far ashore it didn't really matter. The crippled young bard walked out the room, in a futile attempt to be an asset to the ship. Due to her comfortable role, her morning duties were relatively light and so she took her time to the deck, tumbling and cursing the names of the crewmates who had passed her drinks.


The drunk was still beautiful, but rather than in the quaint Tavern Wench sort of way, she embodied something that had toiled in poverty. Her eyes glazed over, her slightly bushey red hair spreading atop her head in thin sheets, she resembled a street urchin. She flung open the door to the deck, and as the sun hit her face, nausea filled her stomach. She walked to the railing, and took a moment to contemplate the sea air before polluting it with the scent of bile. She emptied the contents of her stomach, loudly yelling profanities between surges at her misfortune and at her hat as it tumbled into the sea.


Empty, she collapsed with her back against the railing. As her eyes focused, she saw that she had stumbled directly in front of Samuel in order to empty herself. In a meek attempt at trying to play it casually, she waved aggressively at Samuel and gargled out a sentence, a quote from her favorite novel.


"Whom callest thou queine, skabde bitch?"


@Anyone


@You, the reader


@Mallory's back, bitches

 

[SkyGinge]

~The Night~


Wave after wave of clouds, rolling smoothly like the ebb and flow of a stormless tide. This high, you can almost forget there's a world below the patchwork quilt of cloud, below the misty heavens.


Simon gazes across the clouds. For a moment, he forgets himself; how can a mere man reach such lustrous heights? He examined himself, marvels at his mahogany wings, the muddied feathers. The breeze on his skin, Mother Nature's embrace, wonder, glory. The epitome of his dreams.


He glances around the white ocean; there, sailing this impossible sea, The Poison herself, manned and stationed. And at the forefront, the figurehead herself, Louise. Her white hair falls about her form like a Phoenix's plumage, her golden wings powerful enough to carry the entire ship, no, the entire world.


But what's that? An envelope, a letter, its seams like the edges of a knife, clumsy manufacturing, alien in this natural wonderland. It spirals towards Louise, and Simon knows it will surely kill her. He opens his mouth, tries to warn her, to shout, to scream, anything, but all he can muster is a Raven's caw. The murderous letter slices through her wings, and she falls. Simon wants to scream.


Darkness. Where is he? He feels a great burden, the weight of something mighty on his outstretched arms. He looks up, sees he is holding The Poison. It is awash with desperate moans, cries of 'help us!', accusations, fingers pointing, 'you cursed us', 'you betrayed us'. He buckles, falls to one knee. Closes one eye. Collapses, crushed.


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~7:00AM~


I know I am generally considered a loathsome, self-contained, black-hearted aristocratic narcissist, Simon thought to himself, but really, damned if my situations shouldn't warrant even a scrap of self pity.


He'd abandoned her that previous night, hadn't he. The one woman he'd ever truly loved (aside from that certain lass at Boswell's leaving party, though he hoped not to suffer quite the same sentiment at the hands of Cupid as that accursed time), and he'd simply sat by and let her suffer. Admittedly, Mio, the social genius, the man who damned-well managed to achieve both individualism and likability, had rushed to her side, and he'd felt it safe to leave her in his (in)capable hands, but still. Why must he flounder thus? Was being chivalrous without sounding like a staunchly old crone really so difficult?


Arise, o Lazarus. There is work to be done.


Simon arose, climbed from his bed. He dressed promptly, stone-faced on the outside but fighting off a tempest inside. Hells, why do you even care? Why is emotion, the most temperable of beasts, suddenly gnashing at the leash? Then, the usual ritual; frown over his painted Louise, read a chapter of one of his new books, examine his reflection in the little round window. No wings, and only water outside. The dream had faded.


But not in its entirety, for on his desk sat that fated letter, in its sixth iteration. The first five were keeping Davy Jones and friends company, scattered across the entire globe, unwanted souvenirs. Probably polluting the sea with all their treacherous intent. Simon stared at the letter as if sheer willpower could will its tangling conundrum to a hellish domain more fitting of its implications. Sadly, this was reality, not a dream. There was no easy way out.


Ever the burden we must carry, Simon thought, and filing the letter away, unlocked the five chain locks, stepped outside, locked them again, and forced himself up to the deck.


@Queen Rai (referenced heavily)

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega

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"Right...um...Mio, I think you've had a bit too much to drink." Nonsense. He hadn't had nearly enough to drink. Although, captain's orders were still captain's orders. Mio didn't feel like wandering back into the kitchen anyway. The darkness of the night had suddenly become very enticing, and he didn't want to return to the light. Perhaps sleep was what he needed. "... Right captain. Good night, captain." He mumbled, then started stumbling towards his own cabin. Being the sailmaster had it's benefits. Mostly the nice blankets. Sleeping in a hammock would never work again.

--timeskip--

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Mio awoke as the morning sunlight crept into his bed. Dreamless sleep had him well-rested, and he felt ready to tackle a new day. He stretched his arms above his head and rubbed his newly awoken eyes to get used to the light, then pushed his sheets aside and stood up with a yawn.


Psyche.


Mio was drooling into his pillow producing the most monstrous noises ever heard from human vocal chords as he slept away in restless nightmares about Johnny stealing all of his precious booze. "zzz... Nooo.... Johnny.... It's mine...." He started twisting in his sleep, and punched the small nightstand that stood next to his bed. "Nooo... Get the booze... Get the booze!" The smash from the nightstand hitting the floor awoke him, and quicker than humanly possible he flew up out of the bed and landed on his feet. "THE BOOZE!" He shouted as he stormed out through his door and across deck into the kitchen. He stumbled on the last step and faceplanted onto the floor, but quickly started dragging himself into the dining area anyway. "Booze... where's my..." Mio froze on the floor, and everyone within a 5 meter radius could hear the exact moment his heart was shattered into a million pieces.


An ear-piercing screech echoed throughout the ship as Mio cradled the now-empty box that had previously contained 5 years worth of stored up delicacies. Not-so-manly tears of not-so-manliness rolled down his cheeks and permanently discolored the wood atop the box as he wailing moaned "I'm going too kill and fry that chicken... I swear to god I'll eat it..." The threats didn't sound very intimidating through his cracked voice and weeping, but it was almost certain that he'd never experienced heartbreak like this before.

 

[Holo]

John Nar



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"Oh god this is gonna hurt but It's better than nothing." John said looking at a tattoo he'd tried to get that seemed both sore and clean but it was on his right shoulder and ached with every movement. He put a symbol on his shoulder that he found resembled his current situation and he'd been pretty numb the day before. He tried to get up and started to get a very strong reprimand from his shoulder as it ached at him. John groaned and got up the rest of the way to remove all the pressure and movement from his shoulder. Before he even started to work he felt the shoulder starting to ache and he felt a little warmer than normal but it was something he'd heard of. He heaved a barrel onto his left shoulder and placed it where it would be useful but he then started what he already guessed would be the hellish part of his day. He began a slow and agonizing climb up the rigging of the ship and didn't stop until he was straddling part of the mast panting heavily. He was feeling light headed from the pain but he was also feeling very very alive. He remembered something his last captain had said and it was what he had tattooed on his shoulder.

Spoiler

He looked over the whole ship and saw it both literally and figuratively. Ropes were everywhere connecting the crew like a life line but sometimes those lines accidentally slipped around your neck and when the other person tried to save you things only got worse. He saw one that was wrapped around his own neck but it wasn't being pulled. Not yet anyways and he was afraid of if it would get pulled and why it will be pulled if it came.

 

[Kiyoko Tomoe]

Scarlet the Anti-Hunter

Laying upside-down in her barrel, Scarlet had finally entered a fully awake state where she could do more than sit up and eat some of the food laying below her in the barrel. With one foot she pushed the lid of the barrel off, using her foot to then slowly slide the lid where it sat beside the barrel. Turning around to sit up, she let out a nice little yawn before poking her head out and looking around. Her eyes blinking as she looked around, she wasn't sure how long she'd been sleeping in that barrel. Given all the food had soaked up some powerful alcohol she'd spilled in there, she'd probably been in there a good week a little drunk.


The girl was in just shirt and shorts right now, though she didn't bother to change as she jumped out of her barrel, replaced the lid, and then started to walk out of the room. Her pirate outfit could just sit there in the alcohol-stained fruit barrel while she got outside and enjoyed some time in the sun. Once she made it up to the deck, she noticed a person or two there. Of course, being who she was she didn't know any of the people aboard the ship aside from one or two in addition to the captain, and matching that was that just about nobody knew she even existed. She'd sure be recognized if placed by a wanted poster though, which of course she always kept one in her pocket to brag about herself when she wanted to.


Scarlet silently pulled out her sword, tossing it up and catching the hilt with her toes. She pushed onto her hands, arching her back and swinging the sword with her foot. She managed to swiftly take just a small piece of a certain person's honey cake and swing her blade all the way down in front of her mouth. "Tsank you!" Scarlet said, clearly saying it how she did on purpose. She quickly snatched the cake off her sword via her mouth, proceeding to roll back to one foot and putting the sword away with her other. "Delicious...! Hey, where'd you get that cake!? I need some of it for the next time I party!" Scarlet said, this one of her rare energetic moments.


@Britt\-21

 

[Queen Rai]

Captain Louise De'Leone-Fitzgerald


Location: Captain's Quarters - On Deck
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Thud.

Louise groaned as she flopped out of bed and sprawled onto the floor. The woman's white hair was sticking up at all ends, flipping and twirling into rough, tumbling, tangling waves. Her mane resembled that of an albino lion, and was probably just as un-tamable. Not that Louise cared. In fact, she was seriously considering falling asleep right there on the floor until an ear piercing shriek invaded her eardrums. For the second time that morning, the woman shot up into a sitting position. She looked around groggily as she processed the noise, squinting her eyes as she thought. Eventually, Louise forced herself to stand up and get dressed. After slipping into her coat, putting her boots on the wrong feet, switching them, attempting to negotiate with her hair, realizing she forgot her blouse, taking off her coat, putting on her blouse, putting her coat back on, and placing her hat atop her head, Louise was ready to start the day (not).

The woman rolled her shoulders tiredly as she crossed the room and slipped out into the morning. Louise, squinting at the sunlight, let out a tired groan. She never really was a morning person, but this morning was different. She dreaded facing this day? Why?

...wait, why did she dread it again? Oh, right. Vahlen. The whole "we need a new Quartermaster A.S.A.P dilemma.". Louise groaned again, but this groan wasn't as much tired as it was frustrated. At that moment, Louise wanted nothing more than to turn around and go back to bed...but she knew better. She had to stiff upper lip and face the day, no matter how painful she knew it was going to be. Louise adjusted her hat, brushing her bangs out of her face before striding off to where she could find some breakfast. As the woman was about to burst into the dining room, she stopped herself.




What the hell is that?

Louise pressed her ear up against the door, and was able to make out a very soft...sobbing sound. Out of curiosity, the woman opened the door, just enough so she could see who was crying. The captain raised an eyebrow as her gaze fell upon Mio, cradling something she couldn't yet see in his arms. He was weeping like a child, and Louise was about to jab at him for it, but then she noticed. His liquor crate, devoid of booze. It didn't take long for Louise to fill in the blanks, and she ended up closing the door as softly as she could before booking it back to the main deck.

Who needs breakfast, anyway?

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@Prizzy Kriyze, mentioned.

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[Purpleyedmiss]

~TIMESKIP~


Where... Am I? Those voices... Why do they sound so distant...?

"Keep it, please. I would be sad if you won't. I would be sad if you forget me."

Derya...? What are you-

"What is this for, Gloria?"


"Blowing heads away, what else? It is a pistol. Look, if you cannot figure out its purpose yet, I will be forced to assume your knowledge of the world is very little."


"No, I meant why did you give it to me?"


"It's a gift, as far as the word 'give' goes. A token of the time we've spent up until now. Also, I have been informed you have skill with the gun. A better shot for a better crewmate, I should say."


"I am proud of you, Nesim."

Gloria... It cannot be. She's...


Gloria Vasconcelos, accused of theft, assassination, assault, impersonation of an important figure, convicted of crimes against the Spanish Crown, is sentenced to death by the noose. May God have mercy upon her soul.




You left me, Nesim.

"Your secret is safe with me."


You left me to rot.


"Also, Nesim...? Gülle Gülle kullan."


If only I had know that's what you thought of me...

No... NO!

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Nesim shook in her sleep, eyes opening in a rush at the sudden sound shooting her out of her own disturbing dream. Either it was real, or a product of her own fantasy, she did not know. Slowly, the ottoman lifted herself from the net, skin prickling hot with the dampness ofthe air of the lower decks, in which most crewmen -including her - sleeped in. With a ragged, exhausted sigh, she stood up, rubbing her brow as if bruised or aching, which, in one way or another, was actually. Treading in the midst of loud snores and human heat, careful not to step in lying bodies lethargic from a long night's drinking, Nesim headed for the one bowl used for washing, with water not exactly clean, but clean enough to suffice and serve everyone who wished to be - in theory- just a little cleaner than the night before; Not that most cared to spare time with it.


Flashing the water to wipe off the sweat from her face brought her relief, and the fear making her heart pound against her ribcage subsided considerably. Since she had awakened from her awful slumber, at least. However, when faced upon her own reflection, she felt as something wasn't right, as if the sort of androgynous, skin-burnt, black headed boy staring right at her in the water was not who she was. Part of her, yes perhaps, but not today. Today, she was different.

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[Scaddox]

Samuel sighed as he looked around, the ropes twisting around his chest. The lack of people nearby made his restricting seat a boring one, unsurprisingly as Samuel had no one to laugh with, unlike when he was the captain of his own ship. There wasn't a person who hated him! But now he's just a dumb guard who stuck his nose into another person's business, and got tied up for it. He was confused why he even did it anyways. His sister had told him to never put himself into someone else's problems, and the one time he ignores that rule, he becomes a filthy traitor because of a gut feeling. A few tears trickled down his cheek as his sister came to mind. The last thing she'd ever hear him say was "You know me, I'll be fine!"


Samuel got bored of looking around, so he closed his eyes. Dead bodies flew through his thoughts, the ones he killed. The brutal way in which he tortured them was quite horrible, even for his standards. He slowly nodded off, and fell asleep.

 

[Britt-21]

@Kiyoko Tomoe[/URL]

 

[Kiyoko Tomoe]

Scarlet the Anti-Hunter

As soon as grabbed, Scarlet's eyes went from friendly and energetic, to deadly cold. "Heh... Though I can't blame you for not knowing where I belong... Grabbing me, and even more to it not knowing who I am..." Scarlet slowly pulled out a rolled up poster or something from her pocket. "I'll leave this one with you." Scarlet said, dropping it to the floor as she slipped from Crystal's grasp. By the time the wanted poster of Scarlet had hit the deck and opened itself up, she was already walking away and towards the captain's quarters. She knew the ship's layout very well, though that itself wasn't impressive given how similar most ships were in layout. However, she did know of a few hidden corners and such that most would never figure out, nor would most fit in those spots.


"It's probably been a week or two since I started my rest, so I guess I'll go and check in with Louise, see how everythin's been..." Scarlet said to herself, though loud enough to be mistaken as talking to Crystal. A yawn soon followed the girl's words, though much was to be expected after sleeping for a week straight, only waking up for moments at a time to eat alcohol-soaked fruit. Whew, I need t' clean my clothes later, 'cause I reek of rum or somethin'. Today's not lookin' good for me at all. With all seeming to be done and over for the moment, Scarlet let down her guard just a little bit as she kept walking. Despite the stench of alcohol stuck to her almost permanently, she wasn't drunk herself thanks to the last forty-eight hours spent completely on sleep, not a bite of the fruit in the barrel.


@Britt-21 @Queen Rai (Mentioned)

 

[Queen Rai]

Johnny Cluck

Location: The Kitchen

Johnny's eyes snapped open as an ear-piercing screech suddenly filled the air. Chicken and Monkey both, of course, had a moment of panic. Monkey let out a series of confused clucks as it clumsily flapped its wings, perhaps attempting to fly away. Monkey let out a scream to match the one that he just heard, diving into an open sack of flour. Johnny, who was laying on the floor surrounding by empty bottles, forced himself into a sitting position. He snorted, rubbing a filthy hand over his eyes as he grumbled, "Wha' in th'bloody 'ell..."

Johnny groaned as he stood up, placing a hand on his back as he slowly rose to his feet. The man's eyes, bloodshot and unfocused, eventually drifted down to the bottles at his feet. At that moment, the man was able to make out a very faint whimpering sound coming from the dining room. Johnny stumbled over to the door, pressing his ear up to the wood just in time to make out what sounded like Mio saying, "I'm going too kill and fry that chicken... I swear to god I'll eat it..."

Johnny paused for a minutes, furrowing his brow in confusion at the words. Again, his eyes drifted back to the bottles...and then it all made perfect sense. Johnny violently shoved himself away from the door, spluttering a panicky, incoherent mess of "oh GOD"s and "I'm DEAD"s. The man must've drank all of Mio's booze when he left it unattended. Of course, Johnny didn't remember this at all, but it was the only logical explanation. And now, there was only one thing Johnny could to. Jump into the ocean and swim to shore.

@Prizzy Kriyze (mentioned)​

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Riley

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Riley slowly blinked awake and yawned slightly. She slowly moved and stood up from a barrel that she had been sitting on and had fallen asleep on. It wasn't the worst she's had to sleep on and she found it a bit comfortable, especially with the cool ocean breeze and salty winds blowing by. She stretched her limbs and back, creating a cacophony of cracks as she did so.


She then slowly started to walk to the kitchen. She approached the kitchen's doorway and rapped her knuckle against the wood. "...I came to ask if you need me for anything sir Cluck." She said after a short moment of silence which was spent on looking between the scattered bottles and the cook. She idly wondered if all men in the ship had drinking problems before snapping her attention back to him.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega

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Mio stopped sobbing for a moment, then stood up from the floor and looked at the box with a blank gaze. Suddenly a wave of anger hit him, and he gave off a heavy exhale before slamming the box into the corner of a table so hard splinters of the box scattered across the room, and Mio was left with nothing but the lock left in his hand. He dropped it and slowly walked towards the kitchen door. Every step resounded through the room as his anger got the best of him, and he proceeded to punch the door open with a loud slam.


The vibrations of the punch caused the bottles on the floor to move and clatter, so Mio's gaze immediately jumped to them. It instantaneously renewed his emotional outburst, and he looked up at John with murder in his eyes. "YOU!" He exclaimed in a low, threatening voice. He quickly stepped across the room in long strides and grabbed a hold of John's collar and stared down into his very soul through his eyes. Mio was practically on fire where he stood, and he proceeded to open his mouth; "YOU! You... You bastard!" His eyes flicked between John and the pile of bottles on the floor. "You... You... You..."


Mio's voice failed him, and he slid down onto his knees while still holding his collar firmly. "You... freaking asshole..." He whined as he felt the hopelessness wash over him. He wasn't even mad anymore. He was just sad and disappointed. What was he going to do to John anyway? He'd always been a pretty cool old guy, and there was countless time HE'D stolen booze from HIM. A couple of manly tears escaped his eyes as he continuously slammed his head into Johnny's beer gut and chanted with every slam "God damn it. God damn it. God damn it. God damn it."


@Queen Rai

 

[Scaddox]

A few thoughts stumbled through Samuel's mind while he slept. His stupidity yesterday, his sister, his....


Samuel woke up and looked around. He had no idea what day it was, let alone the month or actual date. If he remembered correctly, he should be another year older today, or the tomorrow. It was a strange, yet simple thought that brought some sadness to his face. He'd made a pretty interesting Sailing master dislike him and a good captain lose trust in him, there wouldn't, or at least shouldn't be anybody who'd know it was his birthday, so he was happy he'd get to keep this boring "event" unknown. Samuel desperately wanted someone to talk with, but that would probably be impossible to do now.


@Anyone


(I am so loonneellyy)

 

[Queen Rai]

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Captain Louise De'Leone-Fitzgerald


Location: On Deck




Louise adjusted her hat atop her head as she slipped back out on deck, quickly pressing the door shut with her back as she leaned on it. Letting out a tiny sigh, the captain closed her eyes. She could hear Mio pursuing the person who probably drank up all of his liquor, and that person was undoubtedly their own Johnny Cluck. If it had been anyone else, Louise might've been a little worried...but the woman didn't think for a moment that Mio would ever seriously hurt Johnny. Hell, he'd probably end up blaming her for the whole ordeal, not that she really cared. Louise inhaled sharply, quickly swiping a hand under her nose before striding out into the new day once again.

The pinks and yellows of the morning were slowly fading into a calm blue as the sun made it's way further up into the sky, and most of the pirates were up and about. Louise folded her arms, examining the deck for a brief moment as she conjured up a brief to-do list in her mind. Her top priority was finding a new Quartermaster, or at least someone to fill in for the time being. Nobody on the ship besides Mio and herself even knew about Vahlen being gone. Most of them were either too busy or too drunk to notice. The woman had already been thinking about suitable replacements, but was there anybody on the ship who was capable of such a demanding role? And on top of that, was there anyone she trusted enough to GIVE such a position? Louise needed someone who was organized...someone smart...someone who'd be loyal to her to the bitter end. Who the hell on the ship had all three of those things?

Louise grunted, furrowing her brow as she plunged even deeper in thought.

Dammit, Vahlen...you couldn't have given me a week's notice?

Louise sighed, shaking her head as she started to walk across the deck. So many problems...and in just one day! First, a doppelganger stowaway that people (for some reason) seem to trust more than their captain. Then, a valuable guard turned traitor because of said stowaway...

Louise turned her attention towards the mast, stopping as her eyes fell upon a rough looking Samuel. Not that pirates ever looked un-rough, but you get the point. The impressions that the ropes left in her arms were deep, and the burns looked just as bad. He knew what he was getting into. By cutting that girl loose, he was basically asking to be tied up. He hadn't once complained, begged, cried...and that was much more than Louise could say for some...so why did she feel so guilty? It wasn't her fault that he went against her orders, he knew what he was doing. Still, she couldn't help but feel like he wasn't truly to blame. It was that Riley girl. Ever since she came aboard, she caused nothing but trouble.

Louise could only hope that Johnny was working her to death in the kitchen

As many times as Louise told herself not to, she ended up walking over to the mast anyway. Folding her arms, the corners of the woman's mouth pulled into a small frown. She examined Samuel from head to toe, flaring her nostrils slightly as if to express her disgust. The captain reached forward, running a finger along the ropes for a moment before saying, "Starting to regret your decision, I'm sure."


@TheCrookedEagle

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[Scaddox]

"Surprisingly, yes I am. But I find this situation intriguing to say the least. On my old ship I had done much worse things to people, so I can see what I've done to them in a more, physically painless way." Samuel replied, his head down in a sort of shameful manner. He could no longer tell if his decision was right or wrong, but it had been done, and the only person who could decide what would happen to him was his captain. "Ever been in a situation like this yourself?" He added, his dark eyebrow raising ever so slightly. No matter how long he sat here, he couldn't break down, he had to keep a straight face, keep calm and give no negative emotions.


@Queen Rai


(I'm sorry for the relatively short replies, it seems that every time I type something in, about ten lines disappear.)