Fantasy The Poison Of The Seven Seas

[Gh0st]

Mayohaboa (Yo)

"Goddamn savage...Indian scum...What's a slave doing with pirates?..."

Insults and gentle looks of sympathy were thrown Yo's way, but both were wrong to be given him. The insults, of course, came from the Spanish men in the Royal Port who dictated the people around and forced them to work for them. Even seeing someone of his color work for a ship brought them a bit of disgust, something he was quite used to from his travels with the ship. He had also learn to ignore how some of the men at ports would question his captain. After all, she had practically saved him, and men like them didn't possess the value one needed to even have his captain's tongue in their mouth. But if Yo attempted to do anything about it, he knew it'd surely end badly. Even so, it made him pump with anger. As for the looks of sympathy, he simply wished he could explain to them. You see the people who gave him these gazes were like him and so they assumed that he was enslaved when he had been freed.


The young boy of sixteen was loading the ship, much like many others were, and so he carried several full bags worth of heavy items. Yo was a larger boy, in both height and muscle, then the rest of the lackeys of the ship that were put to work to stock the ship, so he carried more then what your average sailor did. As he walked up up the ship, only sweating slightly due to the fact that this was the sort of heat that he had grown up with, Yo noticed a boy stumble further in front of him but quickly he regained his balance. Right behind him, however, some seemingly random girl was thrown by his sudden movement and so she began to fall to her side. Moving quickly, Yo rushed to her and kept her steady by taking a bag off of her. She looked up to him and opened her mouth to offer her appreciation but he simply nodded his head before she could and he made his way up to the ship.


As he set down the bags of cargo, the boy briefly noticed the wild antic's going around the captain. Naturally, some of the crew's most eccentric people surrounded her as they all seem to speak at once demanding for her attention. In skillfully fashion, she met their needs fairly quickly and smoothly. Before he knew it, Yo had been staring at the scene and so he caught his captain's eyes for a moment (@Queen Rai). He gave her a small, kind smile and bowed his head before diverting his eyes to the sea. The sun reflected off of the magnificent waves in the same fashion that it reflected off of his amber eyes and his dark skin. He stood out, this was a fact, but he also sunk into the shadows in the same manner. Yes, most would assume that this was no where near his home as anyone could see by the contrast of his skin color and the rest of the crews, but in more ways then one they were absolutely wrong. To begin with, "Puerto Rico" as the Spanish and so on now called it, was only but an island or so away from Jamaica. That was home, and he wasn't far from it at all. Not only that, but he was on the ship and the ship was his home as well. It was his selected residence and that said a lot about him. Like a large part of the crew, he'd picked Poison as his home, and only those who were already dying make a choice like that.
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[Rang Dipkin]

Mallory groaned as her crewmates began to surround Louise. It seemed that nobody was kind enough to make their various comments in something resembling a neat fashion, and with each additional member her punchline became quite a bit less snappy. "Mio, Captain." She tipped her hat in his direction as if to imitate a servant boy. "He may be the greatest swashbuckler on the Poison, but he doesn't pay half as much mind nor time to that as when he spars with the Tavern wenches. After all, who's more beloved than a paying customer." She spoke nearly as quickly as she turned to leave, figuring that it was better to get back to work than be trampled by the Captain's posse.


She began to wander the deck in search of things to do within her skillset. Mallory preferred to avoid going to her quarters, as she knew that if she went down so early in the day she'd probably fall asleep at her desk. She didn't dare attempt to hoist one of the orange crates in fear of tripping off the side, so she sat down with a group of resting novice laborers and fanned herself with her hat. Mallory passed her gaze between the pirates she sat down with, and the ones who had drifted by incase of a sudden song. "You boys," She smiled. "You boys look a bit scrawny. Let me show you what a real man looks like." She looked around, and spotted Evelyn in the distance. Mallory drew air into her chest, and sang out his name in a way that almost sounded motherly. "Evelyn, bring these fellows a round of swill. I think we've offended their feminine tastes with our extravagant lifestyle." Mallory extended her fist as if she was about to point, but instead allowed a half-crown to fall between her fingers and into her open hand. "For your troubles."


@Girouette

 

[CasualDragon]

Carter glared as the sailing master nearly hit him on the face. He clamped his teeth down firmly on his tongue to prevent him from saying something stupid back as he brought the last barrel up the gangplank. He quickly checked to make sure they were all secure before he headed back to what he was doing before he went to load up. He grabbed the empty bucket and attached it to a rope before throwing it over the side. When the bucket was full he heaved it back up and set it firmly on the deck. He pulled a fine bristled brush out of his tunic pocket and dumped it heavily into the bucket.


When it was thoroughly wet he pulled it out, pushed up his sleeves and began to scrub. It wasn't that long before he felt the burn in his arms and upper back at the intense pressure he had to use but he worked through it anyways. Wow I be really out of shape. He huffed mentally to himself. The cool water was a nice retreat from the humid air and for once he even appreciated the cool water that would spray up from the brush.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega

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The creaking floorboards were the first indicator of Louise's sprint, but Mio stood his ground as she threatened to permanently weld his mouth together with a punch. Instead, he reached out and grabbed the hat that Noémi just had brought him, spun it in his hand and planted it atop his head. He was just about to give Louise a clever comment when she instructed Noémi she didn't have to follow his orders. Mio raised his hand to his chest and faked a hurt expression. "Louise, you say such hurtful things. What if one day I fall in combat because I didn't have Noémi at my side to bring me my weapons? Wouldn't you feel bad then?" He lowered his hand from his chest and instead shot out with his other arm and slid it through the arm opening of his coat, swinging it over his head and quite flashily putting it on.


He brushed off his attire and straightened his hat, about to make his way over to the side of the boat to inspect his reflection in the water when Louise slammed his hat onto him. He fumbled with it for a moment, then heard someone refer to him as 'Spain'. His head whipped in the direction of Isabelle and his arm just barely flew out in time to intercept the flying orange... but with Louise's hat. Mio looked at the hat in surprise, as if he hadn't expected himself to do something like that. He picked the orange up out of the hat and made sure it hadn't been permanently bent or anything like that, the pushed the hat onto Louise's face as he started running away from her and the group of people that had started surrounding her. "It ain't like I can get to work before people get back to the ship anyway." He chirped as he started spinning across the deck.


He was in a visibly good mood. It showed in the dance-like steps he took where ever he went, and the humming that seeped from his lips. He wanted to do something. He stopped his flailing and stood at the center of the ship, looking around to spot anything fun to do. Not too far from him was a guard, who was seemingly guarding the empty cabin of Louise. A strange endeavor to Mio, but it was his choice. He raised an arm and pointed straight at the guard. "Hey, you! Stop guarding Louise's bedsheets and spar with me!" He demanded, and placed a hand on the grip of his sword.


@Ktyria @TheMentalEagle @Haruhi Suzumiya

 

[SkyGinge]

"I'm afraid to say I did not, no," the Dutchman mused impassively. The softening of her features did not go un-noted, and Simon smiled (stonily as ever) as he reflected that it was a softening only usually directed at gentlemen such as himself. Though the captain was still one to indulge in the dasterdly drink-fests that most of the crew reveled in, she was otherwise far more sensible, and Simon hoped it wasn't just his romantic hopefulness that suggested this made the two of them connected.


Simon's arms found their familiar resting place; he leant the hefty sack against his thigh, and one arm climbed up to massage his beard, the other cradling it. "This is merely speculation," Simon considered, "but I would take a gander that somebody other than yourself took the liberty of ordering her to collect said materials." It wasn't too innacurate an inferance. After all, apart from his artistry and map-making, Simon involved himself very little in matters of manual labour, lest, God forbid, some accursed storm called for all hands on deck. Most people attributed this to some kind of upper-class snobbery, but really it was just Simon sticking to where he felt needed. The art supplies were his matter, his responcibility, and hence he alone would sort them out. This was the manner in which he had always proceeded across his long five years of servesmanship. A privilage, perhaps, but one befitting of such a rare and sought-after role.


Besides, he thought, darkly, if the others, no less the captain herself, knew what other business towns like these provide for me, I could consider myself more than a dead man.


"Nevertheless," Simon continued, perfectly still and perfectly calm despite the hat-related parlour tricks his 'respected co-worker' and renowned lunatic Mio Del Ridiculous Amount Of Names was performing around the Captain. The way she handled such conditions was admirable, and that was something he'd though even before Cupid's unwanted arrow lodged itself in his chest. "If there is anything of the upmost importance that requires assistance on deck, do call for me." CAW! Agitated birds, again. Pieter... "As for the time being, I must hurry to attend to that accursed bird. Do excuse me..." With another dignified bow, Simon retreated below deck.


Interacted with: @Queen Rai


Mentioned: @ActionPony @Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Robin man]

Up and around the crows nest, a little capuchin monkey was climbing around. That little guy was Donovan's personal pet, Donovan bought him from a local market in South America when he visited there five years ago.


The little monkey was watching the men loading up the barrels onto the ship, more precisely one of the barrels full of oranges. When the barrel put away monk made his way down from the crows nest and down onto the main deck. He snuck his way to the barrels. He swiftly grabbed a orange and scurried away to his owner.





Donovan saw his pet and he chuckled as Monk landed on his shoulder. "Good job little guy." He said as he started to pet his monkey before he wiped off some sweat off his head. "I wonder where we are going next." He said to himself.

 

[ActionPony]

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

@Queen Rai


Iris was quite unhappy about being picked up, and squawked her disapproval the whole way to Hope, including some choice words she'd learned from the sailors (pirates don't have the cleanest of mouths) Once there, she flapped over to Hope's shoulder and stayed there, feathers ruffled. Hope attempted to calm the parrot down. She was going to reprimand the girl who brought her there, but she left first, so there was nothing for it but to go see the captain. She wound her way through the ship and over to Louise (it was a good thing the girl was so distinctive).


She asked her: "You wanted me?"


Her face was perfectly stoic, but if you could read her mind, you would know what most crew members suspected: This was indeed Hope's happy face, as she had not only gotten a good deal on her paints, but an artist had seen some of her work and was interested. She had managed to sell him several of her pictures, and they had struck up a pretty good relationship.

 

[Scaddox]

Samuel looked at the dancing crewmember Mio and sighed. When he had some time he had to get to know the other crewmembers better.


"Hey, you! Stop guarding Louise's bedsheets and spar with me!"


Samuel felt irritated by Mio's comment and stood up, shouting at him. "Is that what it looks like I'm doing? Guarding bedsheets? I'm guarding any precious information the captain may have in her quarters! If you want to spar with someone, be it with someone who has nothing important to do!" He didn't mean to get too angry at Mio, but he found his job more important than his or somebody else's entertainment. Maybe he should relax a bit, but he had to apologise first.


"Sorry, sorry. Maybe another time, just not now."


@Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Britt-21]

Crystal looked right back over at Mio as soon as he started shouting at the guard who had been protecting the Captains quarters. Then, a challenge had been made from Mio to Samuel. Now this was gonna be good. Sticking around a little longer, it seemed that Sam didnt want to spar which made her pout "Aw, I was expecting some excitement to go on!" she said aloud, sitting on the wall of the boat (The wall that keeps people from falling off the boat, idk what its called) and crossing one leg over the other "Well since there isnt some kind of entertainment going on and Sam just rejected this spar. I shall take his place."


A grin had spreaded across her face "Since I have nothing else to do, why not?" everyone needed some entertainment, it seemed as if this place was quite gloomy and quiet and just miserable. Now was the time to liven up the place. It was better then loading the boat with goods that weighed an elephant! Now, she only awaited Mio's response to her challenge to Spar. Hopefully, he'd go and accept this spar. Because at this rate, she was very bored and might just go die in a corner (Not literally) and leave it at that. Death by Boredom. "So What do you say, Mio?"


@TheMentalEagle I mentioned you but idk if you'd want to react after a few posts


@Prizzy Kriyze HAS BEEN CHALLENGED!

 

[UbelAerna]

Stepping out of the tavern near the docks Sequan sees the glistening sea waves calmly crashing from where he is. "Where might the cap'n be Scat" Sequan asked his pet who was draped over his shoulder and looking around the streets. Scat hissed as they passed a dog lying at the doors of the Tavern, Sequan ignored Scat's outburst at the dog and walked out to port heading for one of his crew mates. He saw a few other privateer's but they weren't in his crew, One had a bottle of rum and was dancing like a lunatic in the streets as his friend played the accoridan.


Scat meowed before purring and swaying his tail along, his fur tickled the back of Sequan's neck as they made there way to where some ships were docked. "You think they got and loot?" Sequan asked Scat who was now adjusting to get comfortable. "I hope the cap'n be not angry with us" Sequan said patting Scat on the head as they headed to where he remembered some of his other crew mates.

 

[SkyGinge]

The oceans arms cradled The Poison in a gentle rise-and-fall as Corneliuszen II strode through the ship's dank, dark veins (striding, of course, being the most dignified form of hasty movement). Here and there, a curtain of sunlight sprinkled through the deck's open hatches, and from a few jagged holes which Simon made a mental note to remind the Captain to patch. Presently, it was a strangely eerie affair; with everybody labouring above the deck, the ship's stomach was all but deserted.


It wasn't long before Simon arrived at his private quarters. No, not his cabin, his private quarters. For that was a far more accurate description of its interior. Curling a finger around a set of jangling keys, Simon proceeded to unchain the seven padlocks (one can never be too safe), and, with perhaps a sigh of freed relief, the door creaked open.


Inside was a far cry from the messy, dirty rooms of many of the other shipmates. It was as if somebody had compacted a gentleman's bedroom into the cramped crevices of a ship; though Simon's bed was simple and standard as the rest, his twin bookcases, practically sagging for the weight of their load, his desk and nearly arranged equipment, the paintings, self produced, that hung on the walls... it wasn't at all pirate. How he had acquired his own room was a mystery to most mates, and a source of some speculation. Some said he paid the captain a large sum of money in assurance of his geniality, with the room a condition on his contract. Some say he inherited it from a former quartermaster, one of those to abandon Dimitri in the infamous incident The Poison's wise old crones always spoke about. Most didn't really care, honestly, and Simon himself had long forgotten the exact arrangement.


Carefully, Simon laid the sack against the desk. The Dutchman frowned; it was a single speck of clatter in his painstakingly spotless abode, and all the same an utter annoyance. But he'd have to make do for now. His pigeon was far more important than anybody else on the ship realised, and it would be ironic and aggravating to find it mauled by indigenous Carribean wildlife. The cravat will have to go too, Simon's brow sank further, and he watched the translucent Simon in the round window loosen the article of clothing. It was one of Dortmendler's tales, the sailor who accidentally hung himself when he tripped on the rigging, Simon thought back, neatly placing it with his other three cravats, all identical. A trick of the trade that allowed him to appear presentable as ever, but one that would be the route to much mockery if some of The Poison's half-brained baboons were to find them. He smiled faintly as another one of his mother's witticisms rose to the tongue. A secret is only ever secret because it is dangerous.


But enough about Mother. Yet, as the Dutchman turned to leave, he caught his eye on one of the paintings on the wall. It was a piece of casual artistry he had produced when they'd been retracing mapping a year previously, leaving him was much time on his hands; a canvas interpretation of the entire ship, crew and all, in action. It was a bittersweet memory; it had taken what felt like an eternity, and to Simon's eye (though the man was always invariably critical of his own mastery) more than a little crude. But he still liked it. Louise, especially, he thought he had captured well. Perhaps too well. Then again, over the last month, the several minor modifications he'd made to her had stood her far above her rough-cut underlings. She had to be perfect, even in art.


I suppose being a hopeless romantic is all part of the Artist's experience, Simon sighed to himself, That's why they were all so melancholic and depressive all the time. He admired his painted Louise once more. He was proud for its accuracy. But similarly, he knew that it wasn't really Louise. No. It was only a collection of finely arranged colours masquerading as his captain. His wild, beautiful captain, scourge of the seven seas, revered and infamous criminal, who'd surely never feel the same way about a stuck-up aristocratic Dutch prat six years her senior.


Simon tore himself away, his inner artist swelling, and, after arduously re-locking his door, set off back outside.


@Queen Rai (mentioned heavily, also feel free to make something of how Simon came to own the room, if you want)

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Riley drowsily laid her back against the insides of an empty barrel on the deck of the ship, Black Wit held tightly in her grip.. After months of searching, hopping from continent to continent and interrogation she had finally found the ship. The elusive Poison. A name fitting for what it did to her life. She breathed heavily. She had no intent to bring harm to them, she just wanted to confirm some of the rumors she had heard.


She resolved to confront the captain. There was no use backing out now. She had already expended her energy and much of her resources to get here. She sneaked in using a barrel for God's sake! Now was not the time for doubting! She put her weight against the barrel and tried to make it tip over. She tried again on another said only to result in futile attempts. Finally she decided to just move around wildly and hope it fell over, which it did, and started to roll away.


(To anyone who notices.)

 

[Princess Ktyria]

Just as Noémi fixed the net, she saw a barrel rocking for side to side. She furrowed her eyebrows and cocked her head to the side s it fell over and started rolling away. "Uhm..." She mumbled, watching it roll. The girl looked around and then stood up, walking towards it cautiously and finally reaching it, stopping it and forcing it up right. 'What is in this barrel?' She thought, becoming a bit skeptic to open it and find out, so she knocked on the top of it anxiously. She hoped to get response but also didn't want to simultaneously. 'What if there were snakes inside of it?' She thought, her eyes widening at the thought and then quickly dismissing it. 'No way something like that could knock over barrel... Then again..' She thought. She just stood few feet away from it and waited to see if anything, or anybody responded.


@Metaphysics

 

[Girouette]

Mood: Alerted!

Location: On the Ship


Company: @Rang Dipkin


Other:

Evelyn had barely emerged on the deck in search of orders, when he was suddenly called out...Almost surprisingly, by name.


Due to him only being on the ship for barely two nights, for someone to actually call out for him by name was a small shock.


Regardless, as a cabin boy, it was now his sole purpose in life to go and collect some swill...Which he could only assume meant alcohol, for 'these fellows', although he wasn't sure why his extravagant life, something he had very recently discarded in order to even be able to receive the order was being brought into the sentence.


"On it!"





A quick response and acknowledgment of the order, and he was quickly off, running down the deck of the ship to find...Well, 'swill', although he wasn't sure where that would be, he didn't exactly get a tour of where all the alcohol was, and so he was justifiably confused as to where to fetch it.

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega

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Mio raised an unamused eyebrow at the guard. Besides somehow finding it necessary to guard the door leading to Louise's quarters while they were in broad daylight, he also had the guts to speak like so to a superior. "Did it sound like I was asking you to? I was ordering y..." "Since I have nothing else to do, why not?" Mio paused and took an evaluating look over his shoulder at the young girl. She was small, and as far as he knew, Crystal wasn't all that experienced in combat. Not that he expected much more out of anyone else on the ship, save Vahlen, but it struck him how he should've just gone to find his old friend before asking random crew members. "So What do you say, Mio?" Nonetheless, he wasn't about to back down from a challenge.


He looked back at the guard who'd declined his challenge and gave him a glare before saying "Well, saved by a girl. It'll have to be some other time, then." He cracked his neck as he turned to face Crystal and took a couple steps towards her, leaving roughly 15 feet in-between them. The large blade he carried hissed as he slid it out of the big scabbard. He held it in both his hands at waist height in front of him with his body turned ever so slightly away from her, with his right foot far ahead of his left. "Gutsy, Crystal. You should know I play rough, though." He said, and rolled his shoulders once. If nothing else, perhaps she'd learn something from this.


@Britt\-21

 

[Queen Rai]

Louise


Louise crossed her arms as she watched Noémi go, and she let out a short sigh. A sudden gust of wind nearly knocked the woman off-balance, but that wasn't because of the wind itself. Every time there was a breeze, different scents from all around the port mixed in with the already overpowering orange, sweat, and seawater. This particular breeze carried the scene of what Louise would imagine a manure farm would smell like. The woman wrinkled her nose ever so slightly, turning her head from the direction the wind was blowing. For a moment, her eyes met those of one of her crew members, but after a short smile, he had turned his head away.


"Louise, you say such hurtful things. What if one day I fall in combat because I didn't have Noémi at my side to bring me my weapons? Wouldn't you feel bad then?"


Louise grunted, not bothering to even look Mio's way. It was only when her own hat was pushed onto her face that she paid any attention to the man. Temporarily blinded, she clumsily turned towards his voice and stuck her hands out in front of her in attempt to hit him.


"It ain't like I can get to work before people get back to the ship anyway."


Louise pushed her hat back up on her head to reveal her face, which was red and flustered, as she roared after him, "MIO!!!"


"This is merely speculation, but I would take a gander that somebody other than yourself took the liberty of ordering her to collect said materials."


Louise did a half pivot to face Simon again, raising her eyebrows slightly as he spoke. The red in her face slowly faded into a barely noticeable pink in her cheeks, but she still didn't look particularly happy.


"Nevertheless, if there is anything of the utmost importance that requires assistance on deck, do call for me. As for the time being, I must hurry to attend to that accursed bird. Do excuse me..."


Before the captain could say anything, the Artist had turned and walked away. The woman let her shoulders sag slightly as she leaned back on a barrel, crossing her arms as she did so. She quickly surveyed her surroundings, and then wondered how she let her crew get so...rambunctious. Yes, there were a select few mates that treated her how a captain should be treated...but most were far too casual. And a few didn't even seem to respect her at all.


"You wanted me?"


Speaking of which...


"Miss Johnson, you will address me as Captain when you speak to me." Louise said, a tone of exasperation in her voice as she stood up straight, quickly dusting off her coat before continuing, "But yes, I did need to talk to you. As lookout of this ship, you must be thoroughly informed about what you are looking out for. Of course, I shall leave it to Mio and Isabella to make sure you're well educated on our course. Mio, I believe, if just over th--"


Louise had a physical reaction to what she saw as she turned towards the direction Mio had walked off in. Crystal, he loyal boatswain and good friend, was standing about a fifteen or so feet away from the man...the two appeared to be talking. She overheard bits and pieces of their conversation as she paid closer attention to them, and from the fragmented sentences she caught, it seemed as though they were planning to fight. Right in the middle of the ship. Where about a million people were working. Where sharp tools were involved. Really sharp. And not only were their tons of people around, but there were tons of pirates...and pirates, when presented with the opportunity to fight, can be pretty damn rowdy.


"...oh, great." Louise grumbled. "Just fan-bloody-tastic."
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[Gh0st]

Mayohaboa (Yo)

The many pirates, men, women, and those who identified as something that was both, neither, or something else entirely, scurried through the ship running errands as they prepared for her to take sea. Among these people Yo also went about helping the preparation in the ship. From loading cargo, to checking the gun powder, task after task he would go on to complete as they readied themselves for yet another voyage. Unlike most of his crewmates, which could be found drunk or fooling about until someone made them get to work, the boy was not one to ever cut back on his duties. He was the type that was very particular when it came to doing his own part and earning the little pay given to him. Most would say he worked far more necessary then what was given to him, but to him what he received was enough and what he gave back would always increase if it could. Besides, he spent very little of his money and usually it was for the essentials. This was due to the fact that he had been saving up since meeting one particular crewmate on the ship, and today was the day that Yo felt he had enough to approach the man. Hopefully, he was not wrong.

Taking a moment off from work when not much had to be done and most were standing still, the teenager made his way down below deck where an eerie silence pierced the air. This did not help Yo's nervousness and apprehension of meeting the man he had saved up a large sum of money for. The man was named Simon and he was a Dutchman (@SkyGinge). His purpose on the ship was to make art for the captain to enjoy, but although the boy admired his work with a brush, this was not why he now walked towards the man's private quarters. No. He stood at the Dutchman's door because of his pen not his paint. From what Yo knew of him, he was very well educated and this is what interested the boy. A thirst for knowledge had always been an important part of his, and he was hoping Simon could expand the boy's current intelligence for the money he brought with him. With many doubts and fears battling in his brain, Yo gathered the strength to firmly knock on the artist's door.​

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Riley was surprised when her barrel turned upright. She was then outright nervous when she heard someone knocking on her barrel. 'Time to face the music.' She thought. She responded to the knocking by knocking as well. She knocked gently before proceeding to try and remove the lid, letting her piercing violet eyes peer around her, taking in her surroundings until her eyes laid upon the girl who knocked.


"..." She said awkwardly before putting herself back in the barrel. She slammed the lid loudly, shutting it effectively and hoping that no one noticed. Nope, people would definitely notice. She could only hope they wouldn't react badly to her presence, not that it mattered since jumping off the ship seemed easy enough...

 

[Britt-21]

Crystal smirked and she got off the wall, drawing her own sword and holding it with her one hand, her body was turned to the point where her body was lined up with her blade "I do know that." she stated "I mean, if you dont want to bruise or wound this perfect body, I suggest you be careful." she grinned "Then again, you take forever to get it." she then backed away "Buuut, May I add that we're near people that we could injure?" thinking of her fellow pirates and how they could be hurt during their little spar. Oh Mio, look at what you've brought yourself to. At least im dancing with you for the time being. Before i'll end it.


"Unless you plan on being careful around our fellow comrades, I'd be glad to spar with the 'all mighty flirty one'" A laugh escaped her lips, making sure that none of her buddies were closeby. A fight is what you'll get, Mio. Just dont expect anything as a prize. Crystal had thought to herself, knowing that Mio knew that she wouldnt give him what he wanted even after the spar. Challenges were her passion and she loved them. no matter the outcome!


@Prizzy Kriyze sorry for it being small...

 

[Holo]

John Nar

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John sat on the railing of the ship and played his accordion gently and carefully. He was pretty good at it but he lacked confidence and as such he still required a lot of training. He closed his eyes and continued with a slowly growing and haunting melody before it started to slowly speed up. He could practically feel the music urging him on as he tried to pick up the tempo and make it into a faster dance tune. "Fifteen men on a dead man's chest


Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum


Drink and the devil be done for the rest


Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum" He sang along with a happy smile as he played eager to get the others working faster and to get in some practice.

Natalia Corsa



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"Oi! Call me that again!" Natalia yelled as a few of the crew started calling her rather unpleasant things. This of course got on her nerves and resulted in her kicking one of them square in the family jewels before shoving the man into his friend. "Not so funny now is it!" She yelled before the first man started getting up only for her to kick him in the stomach. She then drew her sword and bonked the other man on the head before taking his bottle of rum and walking away putting her blade away. "Yo Ho Ho and a bottle of rum." She started singing along happily as she gently sipped her beverage being raised on the high seas and a bit of a young drunkard herself. She walked past John and smiled grabbing a barrel of black powder and pushing it over so she could roll it over to the usual storage space.

 

[Princess Ktyria]

At the sight of violet eyes, she jumped back, her own widening. She didn't know what to do. 'Captain...' She thought, running off right as the lid slmmed shut. Noémi, looking across the ship, saw the lithe woman. "Captain! My apologize for interrupting!" She said, quickly cutrsying but then looking up frantically. "Someone got onto the ship in a barrel!" She said, quite alarmed. Noémi hoped she did the right thing with getting the Louise first. She was sure it was, but the girl was then worried that the person, whoever (s)he was, would still be there or not.


@Queen Rai

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Isabelle DeRosa




Isabelle played with her Main-Gauche from her position near the wheel, holding its hilt in her left hand and twirling the tip of the blade on her right index finger, and watched the interesting little situation unfolding before her. It distracted her from her niggling impatience, which she appreciated, but in a few moments she realized what was wrong with the situation. She knew that these two, even if they weren't the greatest of fighters (Though she knew Mio was at least a decent fighter), would just be creating unnecessary repairs if they hit the deck at all. Or just about any part of the ship. And since Isabelle didn't want to do any work, and certainly didn't want to be on the wrong end of the Captain's yelling for just standing by and doing nothing, she changed her expression to a more serious one, one she didn't like to wear often, and cleared her throat rather loudly, which seemed to attract a bit of attention.

Luckily, it seemed Crystal was onto the same train of thought. Lucky me.

"As entertaining as I think this is going to be," she started, "Wouldn't it be better if you did this, I don't know, not on the ship? If you damage the ship at all, you'll just be making extra work no one needs. Repair work, which you'll both probably be doing for causing the damage in the first place. Not to mention, you don't want to be on her bad side," she said, pointing at Louise, "Not that I'm entirely sure she has a good side," She muttered under her breath, with her face turned toward the port. With a sigh, she finished, "Not like what I'm saying is going to be heard by one of you. Go nuts, I warned you, My money's on the sexy one. That's all I have to say."


(@Britt-21 @Prizzy Kriyze )


(@Queen Rai - You're mentioned. Because apparently we're tagging people for mentions.)
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[BlackJack]

Z U B A R I




A deep African voice was heard below the captain as three bags were thrown at her feet and 2 crocodile skins as well "Captain...." he says quietly walking away, on his belt it was clear he kept none of the money nor did he keep any of his game winnings, he either sold them for the ship or gave them to the captain. He was one of the only crew members who had respect for the captain but that was because he was a slave for a bit so respect came easily. However not naturally. He was never one to back down in his tribe, he just did here so he was not killed off or thrown overboard to die. But they were ashore. So I mean he could always live in Jamaica but he really hated how they had no animals, he liked jaguars and sharks, they were fun.


Zubari grabbed a hold of the ropes heading to the masts and crawled up them like he had done such things all his life and climbed up deciding to lay back in the netting and look out towards the ocean noticing what a wonderful day it was, and the sight of whales in the distance. He had something important to tell the captain but it could wait, she probably still did not trust him. But soon he swore to change that. Zubari pulled some gems from his satchel and shined them in the sunlight, they were not stolen either, they were from his home tribe, he just kept them close so long.

@Britt\-21 @Metaphysics ))[/color]​

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega

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"You just make sure your blade doesn't slip anywhere it's not supposed to go, girl." Mio said with a serious expression on his face. You could say many negative things about Mio and his carelessness, but after all his battles he'd realized the fickleness of everyone's life. He was very serious in combat unless he was specifically aiming for humiliating his target, and there was no need to do that to a fellow crew member he had no quarrel with. He knew that in a battle of swords he was above all on deck but Vahlen and perhaps Louise, but she refused to ever spar anyway.


His pupils slid to the corner of his eyes and then back to Crystal again when someone else spoke up. "Are you planning to try to stop me?" He spoke up to Isabelle who'd decided to sit in on the action. "Fighting multiple opponents is my specialty, after all." He took his eyes off of Crystal for a moment and actually looked up at her. "And you're new here, so I suppose you wouldn't know. Don't you worry about my sword going anywhere it's not supposed to." He took his eyes off of her and looked at Crystal again. "Very well, then..." He leaned deeper into his stance, then took off.


Three quick steps brought him over the floorboards toward Crystal, and in a single fluent motion he swept his sword in a wide arc through the air towards her. The slash that hissed through the air was heavy and strong, but he didn't put a lot of speed into it so that she'd easily be able to dodge underneath it, or maybe even dodge backwards if she was quick enough. If she chose to try and block it with her sword though... well, it probably wouldn't like that.


@Britt\-21

 

[Rang Dipkin]

Mallory relaxed her back and pushed her legs out until she was laying with her head on the railing, still enjoying the scent of citrus on the air. She took a long blink and felt her head begin to droop towards her chest. She was aware of the potential sparring match, but couldn't find it within herself to care- she had had her fill of Mio's shenanigans the last few nights in Port Royal.


What actually stirred Mallory from her nap was the sound of Accordion music being played downwind from her location. John's Accordion was the first she had ever seen, and usually finds herself enchanted when he plays. Mallory opened her left eye to watch him, and sprung to her feet when she caught Louise's eye as she screamed at Mio. More out of self preservation than anything, Mallory scurried down into the ship after Evelyn.


"Ayyup!" She called after him. "I suppose you've got to be shown where we keep the shite we drink on this ship before you can fetch it, haven't you?" She beckoned for him to follow, and spoke as they walked. "Don't mean anything by that, of course. So many people come and go, sometimes it's hard to separate the work from the worker." Mallory admired Evelyn's clothes. She would never admit it, but she had been fond of the boy for all the two days he had been aboard. When they reached the storage, she knelt and pulled bottles from the various crates.


"This is what most of the crew drinks." Mallory held out a clumsily bottled barley beer. "Grog, swill, whatever you want to call it. If it's not the Captain and we're doing naught but passing time, this is what they'll want. Doubt they've the taste for wine, regardless." She pulled from another, smaller crate located a few feet away. "The rest of this usually reserved for the top-salts and the like. Only difference between serving an old dog and the Captain is you ask the Captain what she's looking for. Only 'ception to the rule is Murphy, who's a public safety hazard less he's got about your weight of rum in him.""


Mallory put her left hand on her hip and extended the right. "Feel like we got off to a bad start. No need to listen t'anything I say, really. I'm just looking for a laugh, sometimes hard to come by when yer in the business of pillaging." She sighed, blowing a strand of hair into her eye. "I know yer not lookin' to be pampered, but I can tell by your hands that yer going to have it rough at first. Most the crew of the Poison isn't looking to hear Biagio." She gave Evelyn a quick smile before adopting a more forceful tone. "And that's enough pissing about for both of us. Best get to work, er Louise is going to have both our heads. Personally, I'm off to work hard at looking busy."


@Girouette