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Fantasy The Poison Of The Seven Seas

Samuel looked around as much as he could, but always looked back down at the ropes that held him where he was. All he wanted to do was say a blank apology, just say 'sorry' and nothing else. He wouldn't be trusted by the crew after that, except maybe Bell, she didn't seem to hate or distrust him... that much. He was running out of thoughts, as the only things he could think of was how to gain Louise's trust. It would only be useful to think of that though if he wasn't tied up. All he needed to do was wait for Louise so he could apologise.


(I'm sorry, it's a short post but I don't know what else to put right now.)


@Queen Rai @Goddess
 
Evelyn


"Ah, fuck it. That description will have to do. Go get them for me, then."


Slightly confusing was one word to describe the task he had been given, he was expected to grab a collection of swords...Which had to be larger than the small ones, but not bigger than the big ones? This man...Who he could fairly easily identify as someone of importance (Which he really should know.) Was certainly vague about his big swords, of which Evelyn was to go grab.




"Um...yes! Sir! Right away! Sir!"

And with that he made a dash for...Er, Where was his cabin? His station as a cabin-boy was certainly being represented as fairly incompetent when he couldn't even find the cabin of an important ship member.


And so, instead of invoking the ire and gaze of failure, he decided to find his way to the mans cabin by brute force, opening every door he could find until he spied one with an assortment of swords to grab. Which worked surprisingly well, as after around 7 doors, and only 3 disturbed crew members by the boy charging into their chambers, he found his way to the mans...Or atleast someone with a fair amount of swords, quarters.





From there he proceeded to grab the swords, which he would have done with perfect skill had he not forgotten the directions of which swords to retrieve, and as such simply grabbed every sword he could carry...Which was admitted not enough without risking the fate of self impalement, and he was able to stack about 76 random armaments into his arms before making a dash back to the deck where Mio (@Prizzy Kriyze) had sent him from.

"Here you are Sir! Swords!"

Unfortunately, his ability to run with sharp metal objects was sadly quite terrible, and as such he could only manage to be about ten feet from the man before tripping, very carefully avoiding impaling himself on the clattering swords, and escaping with only a rather small gash on his arm from the drop and a very spread out mess of the mans swords.
 
Simon Corneliuszen climbed out of the ships bowels to be greeted by the flimsy, ambient morning daylight. I daresay the ship's as chaotic as usual, he ran his steely gaze over the gaggles of pirates, conversing in the casual clusters that characterised the lazy early mornings aboard the Poison. Those few hours where work was yet to begin, and where everybody (barring, of course, his humble self) was too drowned in hangovers of various degrees to get to work with any real urgency. Simon sighed to himself (though this was not uncommon). Why was it that, amid this ship of drunken lunatics, he, one of the illustrious 'sane', always found himself twiddling his fingers?


Pietor was nesting in the crows nest as ever, a pigeon amongst the crows. Simon raised his arm with all his strange, statuesque grace, and allowed his feathered companion the solace of his forearm. It was hellishly warm, as ever, but Simon, as all of them, had grown accustomed to the stifling temperatures. The waves seemed particularly choppy that morning; as if the hand of some far off giant was casting the tide with its clumsy hands. Fortunately, the heavens had granted Simon a stomach of steel to match his heart of stone.



Simon closed his eyes, and leaned against the stern, imaging once more he was amongst the cloudy. Conjuring up a mental utopia was notoriously difficult when surrounded by the lazy lilting speech of drunken sea-fellows, but once again Simon had grown accustomed to it. He'd taken it on his shoulders, distanced them from himself. Or rather, distanced himself from them. It had never occured to Simon what a lonely figure he was - an aristocrat amid commoners, a pidgeon amongst the cats.



The ignoramus who'd freed the captain's doppelganger was still tied up to the mast. The Dutchman wondered what was going through his mind. Regret? Probably - if not for the stinging in his wrists.
Just remember that you, oh 'wondrous one', were contemplating his exact crime. Simon's brain felt like it was floating in bilge water; that accursed night attempting to intermingle with the social-sorts had only proved to deepen his depression. He'd need an hour or so to find his thoughts, figure out what he wanted to do. Or rather, how he would achieve it.


But for now, his thoughts were sluggish, and before he had time to close his stupid trap, he'd unleashed the kind of dry retort he imagined his shipmates consigned him to:



"Enjoying the view, old chap?"






@TheCrookedEagle
 
"Enjoying the view, old chap?"


"Well, the view isn't bad, but the death threats from a teenager, a woman who I didn't even know was on the ship, and the captain aren't the best things right now. But what about you? I'm sure you can make something interesting of this scene." Samuel replied, looking up at Simon. He looked straight down after replying, something he hadn't noticed himself doing before. Samuel had never really found Simon the kind of guy who would be on a pirate ship, he acted too formally to be like the others, and Samuel couldn't tell whether he hated or found it funny. Samuel did feel incredibly tired then though, and he wanted to fall asleep again. He was resisting falling asleep while talking to the Dutchman, and it wasn't going well. Maybe if he just closed one eye, he could get half the rest? No, that wouldn't work. Maybe he could ask Simon to punch him, or get someone else too. Maybe Mio could knock him out, then he could rest.


(No ideas, no ideas, no ideas at all...)






@SkyGinge
 

Galileo Mayohaboa Yuquibo (Leo)




As usual, the towering mass of a sixteen year old indigenous boy had been awake and at work since sunrise. Many wondered what exactly someone could find to do for that long and the reality was that many things could be done between then and when the ship rose back into life. First, Leo had worked on cleaning the canons of the Poison, after all making sure they were in right order was his job for three years now, but after he had properly polished them plenty of other thing were left to be taken care of. For example, someone had to climb the masts and check for holes in their sails so as to inform the proper personnel that they needed fixing and due to his years as a boy spent climbing, as well as jumping, through the jungle that surrounded his village Leo placed that responsibility upon himself. Luckily, on this day there was nothing to report. From then on, he would move on to cleaning the decks a bit so that the less fortunate crew members later on didn't have to face so much work throughout the day.


The list of things to do in the very early hours, while all else slept, was certainly a long one but truth be told the boy didn't mind. The Captain had given him an entire new life on the ship and so it was his duty to repay her everyday for her kindness with his hard work and loyalty. He was reminded of this particular thought while he spotted the Captain down below as he climbed the masts and jumped or swung from rope to rope trying to see if they had properly been secured. As Leo went about his dangerous, acrobatic work the boy realized that the ship was beginning to wake as he saw his fellow pirates making their way around. The fact that they were up and about made him realize that Simon must have been awake as well and wondering when his student would approach him. With this in mind, the boy stopped for a moment and hung from ropes while he took in the area in search for the man that would today be educating him. Within thirty seconds, Leo found him down below speaking to the captured guard. Immediately, the boy threw himself off the ropes and grabbed on to one that simply hung from one of the masts. Swinging through the air with a grace, he let go and grabbed on to the mast that the guard was restrained to before beginning to slide down. Just as he came near to reaching the ground, he pushed himself off so as to avoid collision with the human below and landed silently on the deck below. With a deep breath from his nostrils that showed a certain excitement and nervousness running through him, Leo walked up to the Dutchman.


"Taicaraya" Leo said using a greeting from his native tongue that meant both 'good morning' and 'good night'. "Uh, sir, don't want to bother you. Wondering if you free to start" he said to Simon in broken English as he walked up alongside him.


(Back! Sorry for my long absence)


@SkyGinge


 
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John Nar






"I'm just being blamed for something else I couldn't do. Natalia wants to run off and get her own ship the little scamp. Of course because Natalia's always around me she wanted me to come and I told her no and that it was a stupid idea. Of course captain thinks children can do no wrong and that I'm the Antichrist." John said still drunk but ale to form his sentences due to focusing entirely on doing so. This however allowed his balance to become horrid and he started swaying worse than the ship. He sat on the deck and started to grow more and more pale as the ship rocked in the waves. He could still smell the salt in the air and he could feel the sun smacking him square in the face. "So this is what it's like to be drunk huh? Terrible I feel ill and the sun is too bright while the crew is too loud and everything is moving or foggy. I'll never drink rum again." He gave a quick glance at the sun and then quickly regretted his decision and looked down. He turned green and quickly stood to throw up over the railing. His body started to slowly tilt closer to the edge and he'd probably fall if somebody didn't get a hold of him.
 
Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega




"There's plenty o' days until you're gonna 'ave MY head, thank you very much. You're far too young for that stuff." Mio responded to the young girl when she tagged along to where Louise and John was conversing. Despite being inferior to Vahlen and perhaps even Louise, Mio was at least in the top 10 swordsmen of the seas. He wasn't particularly afraid of a little girl with a pointy piece of metal, regardless of how agile she was. "Genius over here gave all of his money to the new girl." "Eh?" Mio responded with a genuinely surprised tone. "Oi, I know you're prude man, but you don't even see use for money? I'll happily take it off yer hands."


He'd also gladly continue to express his frustration about the waste of money, but at that moment a "Here you are Sir! Swords!" followed by a loud crash came from behind him. A large pile of armaments that Mio had virtually no idea how such a small person could carry spread across deck, some even smashed against his feet but none with enough power to deal any damage. This time Mio's "Eeeeh..." was much louder than before. The boy had managed to scoop up his swords somehow, but he'd also brought at least 70 ones that weren't his. Still kind of in shock, Mio said "Good job... Now please put all the ones that aren't mine back where you found them..."


"... Of course captain thinks children can do no wrong and that I'm the Antichrist." Came from behind him, and Mio muttered some form of profanity under his breath. "Oh, come out of the victim complex will ya? Stop bothering the captain about your own inadequacy!" He exclaimed at the man, and followed up by nailing him to the railing by shoving one of the many swords through his shirt against it. "Don't fall in the water. Ye might poison the sharks." He muttered, then turned to Louise. "There's one too many incompetent fools aboard this vessel, and we've just lost one. Next town we stop in, we might want ta' consider bringin' aboard new mates." He said lowly. "How are ye gonna handle the Vahlen situation, anyway?"


@Girouette


@Queen Rai


@Holo
 
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Crystal


Sadly, no one responded to her and by how much time had passed, she was leaning against the rail, looking at all the others who had been active an doing what they need to do. Most of them were talking but that was normal for a typical morning of little Pirates being awake. The others would hopefully be up a little later, lets say an hour. Thats how much she'd give them before she would go down there to wake them up with some banging on doors. Closing her eyes, she drew a deep breath and lifted her head to the sun, taking her hat off before it'd fly away or fall off. "What a good morning.." Crystal stated aloud.

Crystal normally felt like she wasnt anything but the second boss when Louise wasnt around to do anything. Her job was to check everything and make sure nothing was ruined in any way. Not that Crystal minded doing these things for the others. What in the bloody hell do I do know? she thought to herself, shaking her head and looking back at the deck where others were still socializing. Her blue eyes scanning around and watching what had just happened with Mio and John. What a exciting morning, starting with pinning someone's shirt with a sword.​
 
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Carter walked along the deck, admiring the morning light on the water and the peaceful sound of the waves crashing against the ship. There were sounds of a confrontation from somewhere else on board, but that wasn't his problem. Besides if he walked over there then there would be the possibility of work. Sure that was his job on board was to do the work, but that didn't mean that he would volunteer himself for work. He saved that tactic for when he was truly desperate for something to do.


He leaned up against the railing on the side and closed his eyes, listening to the birds, the water, the angry crew mates, anything really. Just sitting and listening and watching was what he did best. Relaxation is key to life as he had been told quite often by his father. Ironic since his father was the most hardworking person Carter had known. Sullenly he turned and walked over to where other members of the crew were idling and leaned up against some crates, waiting for when he was needed.
 

"I'm just being blamed for something else I couldn't do. Natalia wants to run off and get her own ship the little scamp. Of course because Natalia's always around me she wanted me to come and I told her no and that it was a stupid idea. Of course captain thinks children can do no wrong and that I'm the Antichrist."

Louise let out a long, exasperated sigh. The woman folded her arms, opening her mouth to speak, but Mio beat her to the punch.

"Oh, come out of the victim complex will ya? Stop bothering the captain about your own inadequacy!"

The captain didn't flinch as Mio thrust her sword toward John, but instead let out a small snicker. She shook her head, her attention slowly being turned back to the ocean. The woman exhaled heavily through her nose, taking a few steps away from where John had been nailed (lol). Placing an elbow on the smooth wood, she leaned forward and rested her chin on the palm of her hand. It wasn't even ten o' clock yet and it was unbearably hot. The light wind breezing throughout the ship made the blistering heat a little easier to handle, but Louise couldn't stop the droplets of sweat forming at her brow. Raising her free hand, she carefully lifted her hat from her head and began to fan herself with it. She let her eyes flutter shut, her ear twitching as Mio's voice flooded her ears.

"There's one too many incompetent fools aboard this vessel, and we've just lost one. Next town we stop in, we might want ta' consider bringin' aboard new mates."

"Aye." the woman nodded. "I've got a few hopefuls waiting there."

"How are ye gonna handle the Vahlen situation, anyway?"

Oh, Christ.

Louise opened an eye, and then let out a small groan. She straightened herself up, placing her hat back atop her head, and then faced Mio fully. The woman folded her arms, looked the man up and down, and then said with a complete unwavering voice and expression, "Well, I'll handle it like any other captain. I'll replace him. Everyone's expendable, you see. The only problem is finding someone worthy enough to take on such a taxing position."

Louise exhaled heavily again, glancing around the ship before her eyes landed on a familiar figure. Crystal, the ship's boatswain. Louise had known Crystal since childhood, and the two had become pretty good friends. Though it seemed they never really spoke about anything other than supplies and other Poison related business, Louise trusted her. The captain's mouth tightened into a thin line, and she unconsciously muttered, "I wonder..."

After a moment of blatant staring, Louise turned her gaze back to Mio and said, "Who do you trust most on this ship?"

@Britt\-21 (mentioned and stared at xD )​
 
Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega




The leather on Mio's belt creaked as he shoved the two sheathed blades into it and fastened them. The pommels shone in the sunlight, polished to mirror-clean perfection. You could accuse Mio of many things, but mistreating his finest blades wasn't one of them. Louise's voice responded and cut through the sound of the waves crashing against the side of the vessel, and Mio met her gaze. "I don't know about yerself, but I was pretty fond wif' Vahlen me'self." He followed her eyes as she looked up to Crystal, the lovely boatswain of the ship, but quickly lost interest and looked down to fiddle with his belt again.


"Who do you trust most on this ship?" Mio looked up again, and following a short snicker he responded "Yerself, oh captain my captain of course." Returning to a somewhat serious state of mind, Mio gazed out over the seas. "Well, second to you, I think the most dependable one would be Corneliuszen." An involuntary shiver went through him as the words passed his lips. Sure, Cornelius was by the the most dependable he could logically think of, but he wasn't a man of the blade that moved forward with courage and stregnth. That was exactly the kind of person Vahlen had been, and it was the kind of man that worked best for a group of seafaring bandits.
 
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Crystal


As she continued to watch what was going on, her eyes had spotted Louise staring at her for a good bit of time. Raising an eyebrow, she wondered what was wrong that she was staring at her. But soon enough, her best friend looked away and it seemed Mio had looked too. Were they talking about her? Pushing herself off from the railing, she made her way down the small set of stairs and walked over, her heels(Boots with heels xD ) clicking softly on the floor as she reached the two of them "Good morning Captian." she then nodded to Mio "Mio." she added, before looking between the two of them "If I may ask, were you both talking about me? I'm curious since you both stared at me for a good amount of time..." it made the Boatswain really curious as to why they looked at her for a questionable time. Crystal had awaited what they may answer with.




@Prizzy Kriyze & @Queen Rai (both interacted with)
 
"Yerself, oh captain my captain of course. Well, second to you, I think the most dependable one would be Corneliuszen."


Cocking an eyebrow, Louise folded her arms. She glanced away for a moment, releasing a small sigh before muttering, "I don't know. I just don't know. I just don't understand. You know, leaving the crew is one thing, bu what he did is...well..." Louise paused, fumbling for the right word. She let out a huff of frustration, finally blurting it, "Well, it's straight up treason, is what it is! How could he do this? God, he didn't even tell me why. Was he not being paid enough? I would've given him a raise. Was he unhappy with his living quarters? I would've renovated the ship to his liking."


Louise frowned, bowing her head slightly. Lowering her voice, she muttered so only Mio could hear, "I would've done anything for that man..."


"Good morning Captain."


Louise looked up, her eyes meeting the familiar gaze of the Boatswain she'd been eyeing only a moment before. Giving a small nod to the woman, Louise sighed, "G"Morning, Crystal."


"If I may ask, were you both talking about me? I'm curious since you both stared at me for a good amount of time..."


Louise raised her eyebrows, glancing at Mio for a split second before scoffing, "Please, staring? I beg your pardon. What reason would I have to stare? Mio...ah, well, if he gawked then that's not too surprising. You are a woman, after all. In any case, how are you this fine day?"


@Britt\-21
 
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M U R P H Y


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What would you do with a drunken sailor? That was probably the question everyone asked when looking at Murphy who had legit been sleeping all night and morning after he had thought too much. Smoke might have been coming from his head all night. To be honest he was so drunk he could sleep through a thunderstorm that wrecked the ship. He could wake up on a board and then just shrug and then sleep again. Until he realized he had no rum then he would be pissed as hell and would start freaking out and yelling at the sun believing it is some sort of god praying for him to bestow rum upon him. Such a low life he was living. I mean he literally had little to no purpose on the planet, he was but a simple drunk who did nothing but eat and sleep and you know all that stuff.


Right now he was snoring so loud that even someone below deck could hear him, it was more then likely choking on his rum but who knew with him. He had rum in his hand but it had all but spilled and was sideways on the floor. He had 3 more on him but that was it. I mean he needed more. HE NEEDED MUCH MOREEEE. As time went on and people began to argue Murphy started to awaken a bit but then decided, you know what, I don't want to do labor today. And drifted back asleep without a care in the world because he was Murphy. The drunkard and no one would take that title from him. But for now he would snore and sleep until someone decided that enough was enough and went over to stop his annoying snoring.





Z U B A R I



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A cool breeze slide through the open hatches where the cannons lay in wait of an attack. Zubari got out of bed after a long night, he had slept in, but to be honest it was well deserved. He had been working quite a lot, that and his feet were killing him. Being bare foot was a dumb idea. He walked up to the top deck to be greeted by quite the commotion, but it was a pirate ship so what should he have been expecting anyway, it would be busy no matter what he did. Zubari looked around not really knowing what to do seeing how not much was going on, he decided it would be best to just go sit down and contemplate some things. Contemplating was something he hated having time for, he really did not like thinking of such things like the past. They always brought him down.


But it was well needed, he eyed the captain and the odd male next to her doing what he did best, pick at her. He would probably one day get a swift kick to important things if he kept up his antics. He would make her hair grey and give her wrinkles with his deadly antics. Zubari pulled out some tools and leaned against a barrel deciding to create some more bolas while he was bored, I mean, might as well do something. So this was where he was to be unless disturbed.



(( Sorry they were short and took a while, been busy. But they are filler like I said they would be ))






 

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