Fantasy The Poison Of The Seven Seas

[BlackJack]

Z U B A R I




Zubari after all the commotion crawled higher and now sat on the mast of the ship looking down at the fight not wanting to get injured, then the captain seemed to scream at the two so he climbed back down now noticing quite the amount of activity on board and in the ocean, out on the horizon he could see more ships, and darkening skies, however the skies seemed to be going away from port royal but the boats were coming in. Zubari pulled out his blow gun and looked through it like a telescope which actually worked. The boats were just some fisherman, nothing to worry about, a bigger ship was with them but it's flag was pirate, which could be good or bad, he could not tell which way they were going I mean he was looking through a blow gun.


Zubari hung down from the ropes leading up to the mast and climbed down till he could jump to see what all the commotion was about. But it was really none of his concern, he went and decided it was better to just go sit down and clean his weapons, he could help load boxes or talk but his arm was in a lot of pain and he was not a talker. More of a do er, he went out and did stuff rather then talking about doing it. He liked riding solo, it was how he was. Only times he was not solo was when he lived alongside the life of the plains of Africa, the strong lions, the speedy cheetahs. It took time but he learned to become one of them, like he was doing now. However he always held onto tethers of his old life and sometimes that really screwed him over and soon it probably would.

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M U R P H Y




Murphy was happy to see the captain yell at them, he wanted to laugh but he was too drunk to do anything. Why was the red head telling him to sleep, he just said he wanted to sleep and ordered them to go elsewhere to fight so he could, could a guy not sleep off a couple of gallons of rum. It was mighty hard to sleep round there bloody ell, he just wanted to do nothing and wait for a naval battle or something, it was not like anyone talked to him, and the captain never wanted to see him, she probably saw him as a senseless drunk, which he kinda was but really he was hiding something very important, under all that rum. When the captain made the comment about the savages he had to say a witty remark of course because he was Murphy "Is that you asking me to leave the ship there Louie" he says guzzling down some more rum and getting up from his pile of net he had been out cold on.


Murphy looked over at the commotion "Hey if we are executing don't you think you should make me do it, I ain't gonna member what the ell happened anyway" Murphy says in his grouchy slurred voice as he walked over to see the stowaway not daring to get close to Louise because she might just kill him for his comment which he found to be funny. He considered himself a savage, dang shots fired. Murphy looked at all the diversity of the crew members and decided it was better to stay back on this one.


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[Happy Red Mage]

Riley slowly stood up in the barrel. "Please, I mean no harm, I just came to confirm something." She said. Her pure white hair flowed flowed as she moved and familiar violet eyes, features nearly the same as their captain's, darted from person to person. There was no way of escaping this without making a bad impression, might as well go with the truth, considering that these people would not take kindly to a lie. "I came to see your captain." She said as she stepped out her barrel and held one hand up as she slowly pulled out Black Wit from the barrel.


She dropped it on the ground, landing with a thud. "There, I am unarmed." She said. "Please, I need to talk to her. It's very important to me." She pleaded. "If you are to kill me, then mark my grave with my name, Riley De'Leone."

 

[Princess Ktyria]

Noémi, noticing she was ignored, turned around and walked away, seeing that they didn't need anything to do with her. She spotted a man sitting down and cleaning his weapons. She cocked her head to the left slightly and then went towards him, curious at the very least. He never really spoke or interacted with others since he came on awhile ago. She stood infront of him and said, "You know you can get one of the Cabin Boys to do that." She said to the taller male. She didn't know why they were called 'Cabin Boys' on this ship when it was split in half, and one of them rarely does any sort of work. She didn't mind that much though, it was just a title anyways. "May I help?" She asks kindly, sitting down next to him. Noémi was still quite curious about him, something about him made it seem like he had a rough life which she could kind of relate to- probably not as much though.


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[Queen Rai]

Louise




"Is that you asking me to leave the ship there Louie?"





Louie...

"Hey, if we are executing don't you think you should make me do it, I ain't gonna 'member what the 'ell happened anyway..."

Louie...?




Louise flared her nostrils as she narrowed her eyes at the drunk. Huh. Maybe Mallory was onto something when she suggested sending the "beloved drunk" away. The woman slid her hands into the pockets of her coat and she grumbled to herself, "Why does everyone seem to have a problem with just calling me captain? Why is that so hard for you people--"


"Please, I mean no harm, I just came to confirm something."


Louise turned her attention back to the barrel as a figure, vaguely familiar, rose from the barrel. The woman immediately gripped the hilt of her sword, unsheathing it slightly as the girl stood. She couldn't have been any older than eighteen...but why did she look so familiar? Louise knew for a fact that she'd never seen the stowaway before in her life. She'd never seen anyone with hair that white (unless she was looking in the mirror).




"I came to see your captain."




"Why? Who's calling?" Louise said cautiously keeping her hand on her hilt as she raised an eyebrow at the girl. When the captain saw the girl draw some sort of weapon, she immediately whipped her sword from her side. But after hearing the rod clang to the ground, Louise lowered her own weapon.


"There, I am unarmed. Please, I need to talk to her. It's very important to me. If you are to kill me, then mark my grave with my name, Riley De'Leone."


Louise's eyes widened slightly, but only for a moment. De'Leone. It couldn't be that this girl was related to Louise in anyway...could it? The captain didn't have any siblings (that she knew of). A cousin, perhaps? Or...maybe someone who was after Louise's empire. The woman narrowed her brows, and then growled, "Who are you?"



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[BlackJack]

Z U B A R I




Zubari was just sitting on a barrel cleaning his weapons, it was not a huge arsenal, just some weapons people were not used to that was all. People were not used to the way he hunted either because he lived in Africa and these people lived in the sea so it was hard to relate to the whole thing. The thing running through Zubaris mind at the moment was how exactly he would talk to the captain later, as many had seen he really sucked at the whole talking thing. And he noticed a smaller girl walking up to him, she looked like she was older but he knew she was a cabin girl, just really sucked with names and he knew she did not know his at all because his was so hard to pronounce and hard to remember unless you think like Zebra Tuna, zebra as in the striped horse and Tuna as the fish. And oddly enough Zubari did not like fish that much, he was far from a pirate but an amazing hunter no matter what the animal.


The small girl stated he could get a cabin boy to clean his weapons. He was not sure if the girl knew or not but his weapons were kinda covered in poisons and herbs. And he did not need a little kid to poison themselves or break his stuff "No.....kid's can't handle weapons like these.....neither can some people on this ship..." Zubari mumbles the last part wiping the blood from his axe his thick african accent making his speech hard to understand. Each word quick and breif. "However....you cant clean something non lethal for me if you want....." Zubari says pulling out his weird witch doctor mask from a sack, it was covered in some sort of blood and smelled of swamp, not his fault he fell in a pool of crocodiles, the mask was very cool and had gems implanted all over it. Zubari was only tasking her with this job because the mask was almost impossible to break and he felt like being nice. He also was 100% sure she had not idea how to clean a blow gun, because he barely could do it either.


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[Princess Ktyria]

Noémi shrugged lightly at him saying that most people couldn't handle the weapons. She's handled plenty worse most likely from what she's looted off of corpses. That was a fun story... Though she decided not to say anything about it since he did give her a job to do. "I'm Noemi if you didn't know." She said kindly, quickly taking the mask and setting it down before searching through her bag to find the supp)lies she needed to clean it. She found it and started working efficiently, wiping the blood off of the mask first, making sure all and any blood stains were off of the mask, then made sure it smelled... Better than it had. It ended up smelling like violets since it was the quickest thig she could find in her pouch to make is smell nice. In a mayter of minutes, she was finished with the brand new looking mask. "Anything else?" She asked politely.


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[BlackJack]

Z U B A R I




Zubari was cleaning his blow gun and looked out to sea again seeing no ships in the distance, he turned back to see if the girl had done anything bad to his mask but it was already clean and she was all done which was really weird. She had completed his mask very quickly which was odd, it smelled good now. He did not want it all clean but then again there were come scrapes and blood that would never come out but that was fine because he wanted it to look menacing. Zubari looked at the rest of his arsenal, it was all pretty much clean except his arm, he arm was getting pretty bad, he was going to need to talk to the doc about herbs and such which was going to be bad, he felt like she was going to forcefully inject him with needles. "Zubari....I know no one..." at least she was getting him to talk, little to no one could do that. "Not really....I need to find the surgeon though...." Zubari felt bad that he had nothing left to do, he did not want her to go back into the loud war zone in the middle of the ship.


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[ActionPony]

Hope was surprised when the girl identified herself as Riley De'Leone, but she believed the girl. There was most definitely a resemblance between the two girls, although less than Hope would expect- perhaps she was only Louise's half-sister? Hope had good experience with half-sibling relationships- after all, she had a younger brother and sister.


Hope started closely scrutinizing the girl's appearance for a portrait later. Portraits often came in handy, she loved doing them, and this girl actually was kind of pretty. It was one of the traits she shared with Louise. Also, if the girl turned out to be dangerous and got away, the port Royal police would probably love a picture of her. People who weren't dangerous criminals themselves didn't usually sneak onto pirate ships. Despite some stories passed around, most people did have some modicum of common sense.

 

[Holo]

John Nar


"She does look a lot like you Cap'n." John said reluctantly having heard rumors about the captain's last name. Of course the rumors had mostly included the name this woman was claiming to go by. He was very curious about the girl now and he found it hard to decide his next course of action. "Do I stand up for her to give her a chance to survive regardless of what the Cap'n says. Or should I run her through immediately if the Cap'n orders it done? Why is this even a hard choice?" John thought as he pondered why he was even considering letting the girl muddle his thoughts. He realized it was because she looked like the captain and he loved the captain. He loved her smile every time things went her way and he loved the kindness she showed to children. He loved the way she was stern with everybody and yet refrained from being cruel or mean in any way, shape, or form. He would've confessed this love to her if he was sure she wouldn't kill him for it but eventually he would be driven so insane by his love for her small quarks that this wouldn't matter.


Natalia Corsa


"He's right Cap'n she does kinda look like you. Except her hair ain't as long and beautiful and she lacks the spine you got Cap'n." She stated not trying to suck up but doing a good job either way. She was just stating her honest opinion and she didn't know what the reaction would be.

 

[Scaddox]

Samuel watched the happenings from the Captain's door, wondering what the hell was going on. All he could tell from the conversation he could barely hear was that girl was the Captain's sister, or cousin, or something. He decided to go and see what was going on after quickly looking around and walking up to Mio. "Sir, would you please quickly stand guard by the Captain's door while I see what is occurring?" He asked as nicely as he could, hoping he wouldn't still be angry about the sparring ordeal.

 

[ActionPony]

Now that there was a safe number of people agreeing that Riley looked like Louise, Hope decided to throw in her own opinion. She said (in the same flat tone she used for everything):


"While Riley does look much like Louise, she has a different facial build, and her hands look different- her fingers aren't as long. Her bust is also rather larger than the Captain's. Because of these factors, among others, I believe that she is a half-sibling to Louise, or perhaps a cousin."


After that statement, she tried to re-shrink into the background, but this didn't go very well.

 

[Happy Red Mage]

"I am your younger half-sister. A bastard of dear old daddy." Riley said sarcastically, showing disgust at the mention of him and making eye contact with Louise. "I had heard rumors about you, I came to see if it was real." She said as she picked up her spear and placed it on her back. "They were..." She started. "...You're a pirate. Not that there's anything wrong with that." She said. "When you left...they brought me in to raise as an heir...your mother didn't take kindly to me, soon your father followed..."


"They kicked me out." She said. "I apparently could never compare to you." She added. "Thank you, I needed to vent this out, I left everything I had to be able to meet you, I'll get out of your hair now." Riley said, moving past everyone. "It's nice to finally meet you and yours." She with a small broken smile as she looked Louise's way as she walked.

 

[Purpleyedmiss]

Nesim didn't know exactly how to react to all this commotion. He figured, however, that to avoid much attention -which was the last thing he ever wanted upon him- all he had to was stand here quietly, with his usual unreadable expression and a barely visible amount of interest about what has happening.


Oh, but it was difficult being assertive. Seeing as the lookout, the guard, Captain Louise and even that drunken - Murphy, was it?- Irish guy were all rather getting their heads lost to the voice that kept pleading for them to be merciful upon her, Nesim could only watch, finding the whole situation a rare jewel upon board, and simulnateously, very, very amusing.


He was doing his best not to laugh when he noticed a glimpse of something metallic shining somewhere around the stowaway, who claimed she was related by blood -or by half of it- to their Captain. The whole event, which at first seemed to be strangely hilarious, was now quite suspicious. Cautious, his hand sneaked carefully around one of his daggers, so that no one could see and yet could enable him to move as rapidly as possible if there was a fight.


I figure this is a reward for those who keep their tongues still...


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[CasualDragon]

Carter watched the huge mess of activity from where he worked. Fights, stowaways, it was often like this on the seas. Pirates were often pridefull people who would do anything for the end prize.


He finished the small portion of deck he had left and slowly rose to his feet. If there was one thing he could say that he had learned. It was that if you stood up quick after being hunched over, your joints would be stiff for long after.


He didn't want to be seen idle, that would earn a lashing or two, so he walked over to a ripped sail that was close to the commotion so that he could discreatly listen in.

 

[Princess Ktyria]

"How about I take you there?" Noémi asks. He seemed lonley and surprisingly, she did as well. Having some company wouldn't be so bad for either of them if that were the case. The girl also didn't have a job to do then since everyone was caught up with the stowaway. She then looked at the wound and slightly grimaced. Wounds were something she wasn't, and probably would never be, comfortable with. "That looks... Strange..." She said, looking at it but not touching it. Noémi didn't want to say it looked terrible because she didn't want to scare him, though he seemed all muscle so she probably didn't have to throw around comforting words. "Wait- we have a new surgeon?" She asks, trying her best not to look at the wound and get off the topic of said wound. "Well, lets go find her." The girl said, standing up and dusting herself off, even if there wasn't any purpous to it.


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[Gh0st]

Mayohaboa (Yo)

In a state of absolute shock, the boy stood in front of the door way several seconds after the Dutchman had refused to take his money and agreed to help him. Of course, he should've expected a man like himself to be resistant against the sway of money even if it had never been meant to be a bribery. All this mattered now for he had accepted his request. Yo would be a student and through hard work perhaps an educated sort of man. Upon seeing Simon's smile, which he must have admitted he had never seen before, he offered one of his one and stood in a silence of appreciation. The man then made his way down the hall to go preform the duties he was required to do on Poison. Stumbling over his words with much excitement, the boy barely managed to squeeze out a few words as he walked off. "Th-Thank you, sir! Thank you!" he called out to him as he turned the corner and disappeared. With a laugh full of joy, the teenager decided that it was time to go back to work. As he went back towards the crowd of pirates a million thoughts occupied his head. What should he learn first? This he would need to give deep thought. Finally reaching his crewmates, Yo's thoughts of education dispersed upon realizing something was going on.

Many of the crew, including the captain, had gathered around a girl who now pushed past people to leave the ship, or so it seemed. From what the boy picked up by listening to the crowd's chatter, it seems that she boarded the ship in a barrel and claimed to be the captain's half-sister. Funny how much one could miss by taking several seconds to himself. Not sure what to do, Yo acted upon instinct. He walked in front of the girl so as to block her path to an exit. However, it was clear that this was not in any sort of hostile way. "Hold on there, miss. I'm sure the Captain 'ere has some questions for you before you make your leave. Right, Captain?" Yo said as he turned to the women that had saved his life all those years ago.
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[Queen Rai]

Louise


"She does look a lot like you Cap'n."




Louise glanced over at John, raising her eyebrows ever so slightly as he addressed. her. The woman glanced back over at the girl who'd claimed relation to the captain, and then said, "I don't see it."




"He's right Cap'n she does kinda look like you. Except her hair ain't as long and beautiful and she lacks the spine you got Cap'n."




Immediately Louise rolled her eyes. She placed her hands on her hips and gave the girl an exasperrated look. She raised a single eyebrow, but said nothing. Her expression alone said, "Really?"


"While Riley does look much like Louise, she has a different facial build, and her hands look different- her fingers aren't as long. Her bust is also rather larger than the Captain's. Because of these factors, among others, I believe that she is a half-sibling to Louise, or perhaps a cousin."


Immediately Louise's face flushed a bright red. She awkwardly crossed he arms over her chest, like a corpse, and grumbled, "They are not. And SHE is not. This is ridiculous. It takes a lot more than a sort of similar appearance to--"




"I am your younger half-sister. A bastard of dear old daddy."




Louise again turned her attention to the girl. Her eyes again widened, and then narrowed. A bastard...her father's, though? Of course, Louise would be the last to know about anything like that. She didn't get out much. Well, she didn't get out at all...besides, this girl looked to be about her age, if not a little younger. The captain couldn't have been more than three or four years old when she was born. IF she was telling the truth.




"I had heard rumors about you, I came to see if it was real. They were...You're a pirate. Not that there's anything wrong with that. When you left...they brought me in to raise as an heir...your mother didn't take kindly to me, soon your father followed...They kicked me out. I apparently could never compare to you."




Louise squirmed uncomfortable beneath her clothes, tugging uncomfortably at her collar. The sound of her own heartbeat was deafening, and everything was suddenly so much louder...and...why was everyone so close? Why was everyone...


"Thank you, I needed to vent this out, I left everything I had to be able to meet you, I'll get out of your hair now."


"Hold on there, miss. I'm sure the Captain 'ere has some questions for you before you make your leave. Right, Captain?"


Louise heard the words, but she wasn't listening. The woman's hands shook as she reached up and placed her palms on her cheeks. Droplets of sweat rolled down the sides of her face, and everything had again slowed down. The woman inhaled deeply as she forced herself to look back up at Riley...but with empty eyes. The then took a look around, and again began to squirm. The woman opened her mouth, as if to say something...but before any words could get out, she clumsily rushed over to the side of the ship. She violently gripped onto the railing before swinging her torso over it. She heaved for a moment, but nothing came up. She awkwardly sank to her knees, still holding onto the railing, and groaned, "I swear, this smell is going to kill me..."


The captain glanced over her shoulder, and then said directly to Riley, "You really thought I was just going to let you leave? You were in a barrel. If you only wanted to meet me and then leave, why would you have gone through that trouble? It seems to me like you had a longer stay planned on my ship. So that's what you'll get, Riley De'Leone."


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[Rang Dipkin]

On her way to the deck, Mallory took a skin of mead from her quarters and strapped it to her belt. As she walked, she would sip the bottle. She considered bothering Simon, but figured that it would be better to leave him alone for awhile as he had caught her in the process of picking one of his locks-not that she meant to break in, but to prove that she could. She laughed to herself, remembering his reaction. "Be gone, hussie!" Mallory spoke under her breath in a slightly crude imitation. "I won't have you disturbing my chapel, you intolerable cretin!" She had no recollection of what he had actually said, as she ran before she could listen.


As Mallory opened the hatch to the deck, she peered around to make certain that nobody was waiting to reprimand her. She stepped out onto the deck, still holding the hatch when she spotted Louise and Riley. As quickly as she came, she disappeared and sat on the stairs with her head in her hands. "Fookin' Jamaicans. These Island peoples always make the weirdest shite, and I'm always the poor sod who buys it. Had a sip and I'm already seein' doubles."





She took a deep breath, straightened out her clothes and pushed her hair behind her ears. Considering it a lost cause, Mallory took a hearty swig of the mead, and in one motion stepped onto the deck and threw the skin into the ocean. Mallory stumbled to the crowd gathered around Louise and Riley, and threw her quick salute. "Alright, Captain. Err, Captains- If you're headed out, you should take Noe-oh hell." When Louise collapsed, Mallory pushed through the assembled peoples and stood behind her with her arms stretched to catch her from the spill she had just taken.

"You really thought I was just going to let you leave? You were in a barrel. If you only wanted to meet me and then leave, why would you have gone through that trouble? It seems to me like you had a longer stay planned on my ship. So that's what you'll get, Riley De'Leone."

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Mallory took a step back. She exhaled, and nervously stepped forward again placing an apprehensive hand on her Captain's shoulder. "Why don't we get you back to your quarters for a bit. We can get this sorted, have Cluck make you something."





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@Kytria (mentioned)


@SkyGinge (mentioned)

 

[Robin man]

Donovan was watching the whole thing from his spot. He was close enough to hear everyone talking about the girl in the barrel. But that wasn't his main concern at the moment, he just wanted to get going again. He's been waiting all morning to go, and they haven't left the harbor yet!


He looked at Monk before the little monkey leaped over to the big group of people. Monk climbed up the barrel to get a close look at the girl.

 

[SkyGinge]

Blinding sunlight, as if heaven's gates themselves had opened, heralded Simon as he climbed out from the ship's bowels. He was still smiling as he wishfully prophesised the ways he'd teach the boy. I must catch his name, the Dutchman noted, as it's terribly partonising for a young gentleman only to wear a title such as 'boy'.


Simon had emerged to the sight of half the crew huddled around what appeared to be a barrel (though the crowds and distance were such that this was only guesswork.) For a moment, he toyed with using whatever occurance it was as another excuse to spend time with the Captain. However, judging from the way Mallory (the bothersome old goose) was soothing her (another rare sight), he hardly thought it an apt time for subtle wooing. Besides, it was hardly a gentlemanly manner of interaction. And the insistant nearby cawwing reminded him of the reason he was even above deck. Hence, the Dutchman set off to find his bird.


All the while, Boswell's accursed trifle comment was ricocheting around his skull. Simon didn't even think it was a particularly good metaphor (though this was a strange thought all together, as it was an expression, not in the slightest rhetorical); puddings were sweet, and heat of any uncomfortable variety certainly was not. No, this reminded him of some ghastly Hispanic dish Dortmendler had entertained him with back at the port, all full of pointless spice and an unpleasantly rubble-like texture. 'The Spanish took this dish countless miles across the Atlantic to this very table,' the merchant aristocrat had exclaimed, ignoring the politcal climate as he often did, perhaps a hangover from his early youth where the Dutch Republic was still under Spanish control. 'Distance isn't synonymous for culinary value' Simon had pointed out, before 'politely' excusing himself.


Ah, there he is! Pieter, the pigeon, was perched on the roof of one of the nearby stalls, his little bird head flicking around with the speed that all such wing beast manage. Perhaps he's looking for the fastest way to migrate back to England, Simon dabbed his forehead with a handkerchief, and I wouldn't blame him. The scene would have been perculiar to less travelled eyes; a gaggle of native children gather around the exotic bird, marvelling at the beauty of it's drabbish greys and whites. What a mix up, Simon recalled paintings his English hosts had shown him, brushed by English stroke of course, from ports more dignified than this one, where the sons and daughters of serviceman gathered around a brightly clad bird (his host had always been keen shove his patriotism in Simon's face, perhaps as if to remind him who the Dutch's closest naval challengers were.) Boswell would be in hysterics at this.


The children scampered away like rats as he approached. Come along, Pieter, Simon willed, reaching to extend a hand to his feathered friend, If you think I'm jolly well going to smoothe talk you like other pampered snobs do with their chosen animal companions, you've got another thing coming. Pieter eyed him curiously, but seemed reluctant to move. The accursed heat is frying the poor thing's pea-sized brain. Never mind. Simon stepped back. If Pieter wants me to put on a show, I'm afraid I'll have to play by his rules.


Mounting the stall looked to prove difficult, but fortunately, Corneliuszen II was blessed with a hawk's vision to compliment his many other talents.

 

[Dyril Glitch]

Jessa Thornheart

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What a waste of time. Jessa thought as she threw down her pencil, running her fingers through her hair. Nothing really special has happened on the ship ever since she started writing. She kept writing about how some pirates pick at their belly buttons, or how some swabbies trip on their own mop water. She has gotten so bored, she can barely take it anymore.


Jessa gave another sigh, before looking around. She looked at her empty tea cup, and let a small vibration erupt in her throat. A growl. She needed more tea to think. Now what? She hissed at herself, looking behind her, before back at her paper. She had been in her room for a few hours now, so nothing was... really happening around her.


She wondered if anyone would visit her. Considering she had ran out of tea already... Chatting would be nice. Jessa told herself as she put her head on her hand. It'd give me something more to write... She snapped her fingers. That was it! The light just flicked on above her head as she gave a small grin. But...


Who would she talk to if she barely knew anyone on this new voyage?

 

[BlackJack]

Z U B A R I




Zubari actually had not seen the surgeon at all, she seemed to be spending a lot of time in her own quarters so he thought it might be better to not go but his arm needed the herbs if she had any. But Zubari did remember seeing her leave the ship earlier. That or she was sleeping somewhere, who knew. "I don't know if It is a good idea to bother her.....I have not seen her in hours...." Zubari says getting up knowing the girl would not listen plus he was going to bother her anyway regardless. Zubari began to walk over to the stairs heading down into the ship, making his way to the girls room having no idea if the small child was following. Zubari was actually quite tall as well, but not massive. But still scary enough. Zubari knocked on the door a couple of times to no response "Not here....." he says but the question was where would she be and why had she been so quiet. It was odd for a surgeon not to be around for all of the crew mates but who knew, she could have been out drinking, he did not know her all that well only that she did some odd techniques to heal people, he shrugged and looked over to the young girl to see if she had followed along, he did enjoy the company but was afraid she may find him weird.


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[Princess Ktyria]

Noémi walked quietly behind him, not saying anyting and pouting slightly when he said the surgeon wasn't there. "Well then..." She said, shifting her eyes back to the stairs. "I would offer my assistance with your wounds but I'm not the most skilled and I'm pretty sure you wouldn't like it leaving a nasty scar..." She said. Noémi tried her best not to look at him for to long, conisdering he was taller than she was meaning she'd have to look up and possibly get a crick in her neck. Noémi awkwardly looked around, shifting from the tip of her toes to the the backs of her feet and continued to do that until further conversation. She didn't really know what to say. Noémi wanted to say good bye and get back to work, since she felt like she was slacking. Though at the same time, she wanted to stay since he rarely ever talks and he was talking then.


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[Queen Rai]

Louise


"Why don't we get you back to your quarters for a bit. We can get this sorted, have Cluck make you something."

Louise turned her head ever so slightly, making a short glance up at Mallory as she did. The woman sat on her knees for a moment, and then gave a slow nod. She somewhat uneasily rose to her feet, and then quickly adjusted her hat. Dusting off her coat with both hands, she muttered, "Right, then."


The woman shrugged the musicians hand away, and then turned toward the rest of the crew. She raised an eyebrow at Riley, and then glanced toward Nesim. The woman placed her hands on her hips, nodding toward Riley as she said, "Nesim, tie this girl to the mast for now. Wrists and ankles bound tight enough to bruise and three ropes securing her to the mast; one at her chest, one at her waist, and one at her thighs. Don't spare any ounce of strength when tightening the ropes, understood?"


Louise looked back at her "half-sister" one more time before taking a few steps toward her. When the captain was practically nose-to-nose with the girl, she gave a small smirk and said bitterly, "It'll be a little...uncomfortable, but I need to keep you somewhere where people can keep an eye on you. I don't want you to run off before I have a chance to have a little...chat with you. And don't get any funny ideas, miss. You're dealing with pirates here...and if you're really my father's daughter, than you don't have a chance."


With that, Louise turned on her heel and started toward the kitchen, gesturing for Mallory to follow her.


@Metaphysics

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[Happy Red Mage]

"I take offense to that, I am more than capable of defending myself, this spear isn't for show." Riley said as she stopped, her white hair bristled like a lion's mane. "No need to bring me there, I'll go there myself. Just bring the ropes." She said as she whirled and started to walk towards the mast. She reached it and pressed her back against it. "There, now you can tie me." She said as she placed her spear a bit out of her reach but just within her sight. "


She closed her eyes and awaited the ropes. "Just down take away my spear from my sight." She added as she waited for the ropes.