Fantasy The Poison Of The Seven Seas

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@Metaphysics


The squabbling down by the barrel was enough to get Iris's attention, and she flew down to perch on Louise's shoulder to get a good look at what was going on. She really didn't see what the problem was- throw the stowaway out. They took up food and space. What on Earth was a half-sister anyways? Iris hopped off Louise's shoulder and settled down closer to the stowaway- apparently her name was Riley. She did look somewhat like Louise, though Iris was not good at judging human appearances. Would Riley be as tolerant as Louise? Well, there was only one way to find out, and Iris was somewhat wary of her. However, when the girl was all tied up, Iris thought that there would be only a small risk to life and limb for perching on her shoulder. And so she did just that, gently headbutting Riley to get her to pay attention to Iris.


@Prizzy Kriyze


Meanwhile, now that the fuss had died down somewhat, Hope walked over to Mio to inform him about Louise's decision. She told him: "The Captain says that I may navigate the ship to our next destination, but only if you will supervise me."

 

[Rang Dipkin]

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Mallory pushed her hand to her side as soon as Louise shrugged, stepping back again slightly. It wasn't that Mallory was afraid of Louise- Even though she probably should have been. Squinting slightly, as if to ignore the reality of the situation, Mallory studied the faces of both Riley and Louise. The fact was, Mallory knew quite a bit about this topic. The hair, their faces and their body types made it painfully obvious that they were related. Louise's situation forced Mallory to consider her own family. She stroked her own jaw, and followed her face to her tilted nose, a feature that she shared with most of her eleven half-siblings. As the Captain made her way to the Kitchen, Mallory took a moment to throw Riley the briefest of gestures, a small salute.


@Queen Rai


Mallory had intended to get to work, figuring that Louise would probably be keen to see where her Crew's loyalty lied that evening and tha it would be better to have something to show for her efforts. She began to walk below deck in order to take inventory of the Captain's liquor selection for what was sure to be a hectic night. When Louise beckoned for her, she felt something akin to a jab to the stomach. Mallory and Louise weren't terribly close. Mallory was loyal to her and she had a feeling that Louise was loyal to her, but they had rarely spoke as friends. Generally, her 1-1 meetings with the Captain were some sort of reprimand- usually she and Mio had gotten a bit too rowdy at port.


Never the less, Mallory followed after Louise and strode by her side. She took a moment of silence, opened her mouth to speak and then closed it again. For once, the Musician was silent.

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Riley blinked as a bird landed on her shoulder and headbutted her. She tilted her head and looked at the bird. "Oh hello." She said as she slowly and gently pet the bird. "Are you Louise's?" She asked the bird. She reached for her pocket and pulled a piece of bread. "You can eat bread, can't you?" She asked it as she held up the bread. "You really shouldn't be here bird, I am about to be tied up." She said, gesturing to herself and then the mast. "Maybe if I live through this ordeal I'll bring you more bread."


She pet the bird a few more times before resuming her old position. She slightly lifted an eyebrow when she received a small salute from another woman. 'What was that about?' she thought in confusion.

 

[Queen Rai]

Louise


Louise inhaled sharply through her nose as she walked, biting she inside of her cheek as she did her best to keep her composure. There was no way that girl was related to her...sure, the two might've looked slightly similar, but not similar enough to be her sister...well, half-sister. It just wasn't plausible...was it? I mean, how would Riley have heard about her being a pirate? If she knew, her parents must've known too...right? Maybe they did know and chose not to believe it...or just didn't care. Louise felt her heart sink slightly at the thought. She didn't care much for her parents...hell, she didn't even know them. Dmitri was the closest thing she ever had to a father and...well, she never really had any mother figure. But that was fine by Louise.


The captain pushed open the door that lead to the stairs that went down to the kitchen, holding it open for Mallory for a short moment before continuing on. The kitchen was fairly small, and it always smelled like the guts of some animal. Johnny was snoring on the floor in the corner of the room, three or four empty rum bottles surrounding him.


"Bah-cohakk!"


Johnny's rooster, Monkey, flapped out from behind the pantry and violently lunged at Mallory's feet. Why Johnny named a chicken Monkey, nobody knew. Probably to confuse people, since he also had a monkey who he had named Chicken (who was probably asleep in a pile of banana peels in the pantry). The chicken gave a few harmless pecks to the girl's foot, but soon got tired and waddled over to Johnny. The chicken was definitely odd looking. A bunch of its feathers were missing, along with an eye, and it was unusually fat. It seemed pretty lazy too, as it made itself comfortable on Johnny's chest and fell right asleep.


"Why did I expect any different..." Louise sighed, folding her arms. She glanced over at Mallory, and then grumbled, "Pirate rule number sixty-eight: Never leave a pirate alone with the liquor cabinet."


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[ActionPony]

Riley blinked as a bird landed on her shoulder and headbutted her. She tilted her head and looked at the bird. "Oh hello." She said as she slowly and gently pet the bird. "Are you Louise's?" She asked the bird. She reached for her pocket and pulled a piece of bread. "You can eat bread, can't you?" She asked it as she held up the bread. "You really shouldn't be here bird, I am about to be tied up." She said, gesturing to herself and then the mast. "Maybe if I live through this ordeal I'll bring you more bread."
She pet the bird a few more times before resuming her old position. She slightly lifted an eyebrow when she received a small salute from another woman. 'What was that about?' she thought in confusion.

[Hey, Riley- you've made a friend.]


Iris gobbled up the bread. It was now official- she liked this woman, although Iris was Hope's pet, not Louise's. Iris didn't really like misconceptions. But still, Riley was a nice human. Iris didn't understand why she had to be tied up. Iris had heard Riley's name spoken before, so she decided to try it out for herself. She squawked "Riley", and then "Iris", her own name. She hoped that Riley would understand. Iris really didn't know too much (polite) human language.

 

[Happy Red Mage]

[Hey, Riley- you've made a friend.]
Iris gobbled up the bread. It was now official- she liked this woman, although Iris was Hope's pet, not Louise's. Iris didn't really like misconceptions. But still, Riley was a nice human. Iris didn't understand why she had to be tied up. Iris had heard Riley's name spoken before, so she decided to try it out for herself. She squawked "Riley", and then "Iris", her own name. She hoped that Riley would understand. Iris really didn't know too much (polite) human language.

"Ah, so you're name is Iris." Riley said. "That's a good name actually." She said as stroked the bird's head. "I had a pet once before I came here. I got it out of some smugglers who tried to lay their hands on me...I killed them of course." She recalled. "Ahh...memories..." She breathed out, remembering her pet. "So, is Louise actually your owner or did I get that wrong Iris?" She asked the bird. This was a pretty weird moment, not the weirdest but it's up there.

 

[Purpleyedmiss]

After Nesim was certain he had understood everything Captain Louise had ordered, he nodded, proceeding to fetch a couple of ropes in the corner of the deck where they were usually kept and then tried to find his own way to the stowaway who had wandered off somewhere. When spotting her near the main mast, the ottoman strut to approach the girl, who was currently getting her hair molested...Or simply having a pleasant conversation with Iris, the colorful chicken, as Nesim saw it.


The overall relaxed expression on the young woman's face as she, at his sight, rested her back straight against the mast, was far from a long shot able to lift the suspicions from his head. If it was in his hands, he would choose to execute her to prevent any ambushes later in the voyage, but he was just an average crew member, nothing more. He had no words valuable enough to be followed, even less to be obeyed, he simply had to silently hope that there were no reasons to doubt the Captain's decision, and simultaneously, trust his own judgements, in order to keep his daggers where they should not be drawn out of.


He then began tying her to the mast, with no permit to do so, which was hardly relevant: They were pirates, not the bleeding aristocracy being all pompous and polite to ask another if he wanted a cup of tea, Nesim figured. The girl, on the other hand, didn't seem to complain as the ropes were tightly being strapped around her body and keeping her still on the mast; a task many would have found a bit breathtaking - in the literal sense - since the chest would always be a zone where much pressure would be put, even more if you were a woman. Now you understand how it feels like to strap hundreds of bandages around your bosom every morning... Well, not every morning, he reminded himself, but still.


Once finished with the task he had been set out to do, Nesim made sure no one was paying close attention to the scene when he whispered to her, a mixture of calm tones and threatning ones:


"Dikkat (watch out), you, whoever you say you are. While you're here, just remember that I will be keeping an eye on you."





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[Happy Red Mage]

"Oh please do so." Riley said seriously. "By the way it's a bit loose down at the waist, could you tighten it some more, I don't want you getting it trouble because of some slightly loose ropes. " She added. It was true, she could still move her waist. "You don't trust me, you seem to be the type of person who doesn't trust others as easily as you trust these people, that's good." She said as she closed her eyes. "Trusting gets people in trouble." She said.


She rested her head at the mast and started reminiscing about her times as a bounty hunter. "I know some people who wouldn't hesitate to turn their backs for more money." She said as she opened her eyes. They were filled with empty longing. "My family grew to resent me for being a bastard. So I pretty much had no one but myself all my life." She looked at Iris. "You can leave now Iris, if you want to."

 

[Purpleyedmiss]

Glaring, Nesim did as the girl pleaded, only half-listening to what she was telling, partially because he wasn't fluent enough in english to understand it fully, and also because he did not want to waste any time hearing what she had to say. Something in-between the lines about trusting others and that it could bring people trouble... Oh, he had seen his few share of that. Back in the days when he was still naïve enough to be fooled and fall into the illusions of an enemy... Or the lies of a friend...Well, not anymore. Nesim refused to.


Finished with the job, he turned on his heel, sending one last cautious glance at their prisioner. Then, he let himself relax for once, searching the deck to see if there was still turmoil going around on deck or if the fun had been completely spoiled. Unfortunately, the latter had taken place, and Nesim sighed, disappointed on how the two most interesting and amusing events all day had settled down so quickly. He was not to swift to judge, however: he had still faith there would be another situation as good, or even better, he imagined. With that only, he chuckled and then looked around to capture anyone of the Poison he could try to know more closely. Not that the ottoman wished to have many friends, but at least he wanted to fit in.


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[Mono]

Biyu

The door was abruptly opened, revealing none other than the ship's surgeon.


"Thank you for having the decency of knocking first." Her soft voice escaped her lips, as her fingers brushed her hair in a calm motion. "Though, it is not like I was doing something worthy of a knock on the door first. But I appreciate the manners."


Most people in the ship assumed her absence on the recurring events. Biyu would only leave her quarters from time to time, to get food or some other fundamental necessities. Other than that, she would stay put. She did not mean to be anti-social, nor rude to her "crew mates", if she could actually consider them that exactly. It was just...awkward to waltz in such a familiar environment as if she was one of them.


She felt out of place. It was best not to bother anyone with her presence. Just like when she was younger.


"Zubari....right?" She leaned against the door, tilting her head slightly. "How can I help you? Must be something your herbs could not help..." She put it bluntly as usual. It was not as if she was picking on him, far from it. It was actually nice to see someone skilled as him, from what she had heard. She was merely surprise to see him there of all people. She cast a glance over his companion, trying her best to remember her name. "She...needs help as well? Or is she just here to make sure I won't kill you in the process?"


@Ktyria
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[ActionPony]

"Oh please do so." Riley said seriously. "By the way it's a bit loose down at the waist, could you tighten it some more, I don't want you getting it trouble because of some slightly loose ropes. " She added. It was true, she could still move her waist. "You don't trust me, you seem to be the type of person who doesn't trust others as easily as you trust these people, that's good." She said as she closed her eyes. "Trusting gets people in trouble." She said.
She rested her head at the mast and started reminiscing about her times as a bounty hunter. "I know some people who wouldn't hesitate to turn their backs for more money." She said as she opened her eyes. They were filled with empty longing. "My family grew to resent me for being a bastard. So I pretty much had no one but myself all my life." She looked at Iris. "You can leave now Iris, if you want to."

Iris squawked in reply:


"No. Hope."


She was starting to really like this Riley person, although she couldn't understand why she was asking the ropes to be tighter. Perhaps this was one of those 'kinks' that the pirates talked about when they didn't think Iris was listening?

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega

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Mio shrugged when she said she'd ask the captain whether or not navigating would be a good idea. She knew more than most navigators he'd come across already, and if she messed up he'd be there to correct it. He stretched his arms up in the air and yawned before turning around and ending up face-to-face with the guard who'd rejected his challenge. Mio's facial expression fell into a grumpy one. He didn't specifically have anything against the guard, but it was obvious he was an overly-serious bore. Especially when the guard thought he was spending his time valuably guarding the most observed door on the ship in broad daylight.


The sigh he let out after his request was even louder. An eyebrow rose when he met the guard's gaze, and he responded "No. If you want to rot by her cabin instead of making yourself useful that's your business. I don't want to be a part of it." He turned away from the guard and took a couple of steps away from him. His eyes glanced over at Hope to see what she was doing, and what he heard made him shiver.


"Captain, Mio is suggesting that I navigate the ship to our next destination. What is your opinion on this?"





The whites of his eyes were visible. If you say it like that she'll think I'm shirking my responsibilities! He thought, and was about to rush to her side and correct the sentence, but it was already too late.


"Not alone. The trip isn't too long, though...maybe a week or two...if Mio oversees you, I don't see why not. Pardon me."


Mio's upper body and arms hung forward and a shadow of depression and disappointment seemed to cover him. A low whiny "Why?~" escaped him, but he made sure to cut it off before anyone could come within hearing range.


"The Captain says that I may navigate the ship to our next destination, but only if you will supervise me."


A sad sigh fell from his lips as he straightened his back and looked at the young lookout. With a somewhat comically depressed face on he looked into the distance and responded "Yes... That's the plan..." A quick look around the deck revealed that things seemingly had calmed down, and to be honest he hadn't even noticed what happened. That's when his eyes caught the newly-arrived Nesim tying a girl up to the mast, which of course interested him. "If you'll excuse me, I think I smell someone dousing my maps in alcohol and gunpowder again." He lied and left Hope's side to head for the mast.


Nesim said something to their prisoner then turned and walked away from her. Mio passed right by the leaving Ottoman, and shot out with one of his hands to cup the girl's... err, boy's... uhh, person's chin in passing. "Hey cutie, I need you to stay here by the mast." He said and glanced at Nesim out of the corner of his eye, then walked up to the prisoner.


A thought immediately struck him. She looks strangely like Louise, don't she? Mio shook his head to throw aside the thought, then looked her over. That parrot whose name he never bothered remembering sat on her shoulder, and she was tightly bound to the mast with thick coils of rope. A rather blank expression of interest grazed Mio's face, and he exclaimed "Just my luck. And this is my favorite angle of a girl, too." To reinforce the creepiness of the statement he put a hand on the girl's hip and bent his head to one side while looking into her eyes. "Aren't you a pretty one." He said with little genuine emotion put into it. "I don't know who you are or what you've done to deserve this, but I sure am interested."


His eyes deviated from her face and he removed his hand from her when he noted the large black spear. With a swift, practiced and seamless motion he picked it up and twirled it around in his hand. A small frown was momentarily visible on him, spears were effective weapons and if he was to relive his life he would've trained more with them than with swords, therefore that she used one bothered him slightly. He ignored the notion and kept spinning it in his hand. "So, what did she do?" He asked aloud, talking to Nesim.


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[Rang Dipkin]

As she entered the kitchen, Mallory placed her hat over her face in a futile effort to keep the dank air out of her nose. Mallory tried to divert her attention from Louise, preferring to focus on Johnny while she thought of something meaningful to say. Mallory took the hat from her face, placing it on the counter. She turned to Louise, and spoke quietly as to not step out of rank. "Captain, I..."


"Bah-cohakk!"


"You cocky bastard!" Out of all the problems Mallory had seen aboard the Poison, she would take a hundred nights of storm in exchange for ringing Monkey's neck. She rose her foot and slightly punted the bird in order to hurry it's leaving. She stepped after it in order to get her vengeance, but Louise's silence stopped her. Mallory glared at the chicken. Later that night, under the moonlight, she would swear that the bird laughed at her.


"Pirate rule number sixty-eight: Never leave a pirate alone with the liquor cabinet."


Mallory stood at Cluck's side for a moment, prodding him with her foot. This continued for only a few moments, due to the way that Monkey was puffing out his wings. Mallory made a small chuckle under her breath before pushing Cluck's head to the side. "Musician Rule Number 2: Look out for the cook, unless you want his job." Mallory panned the kitchen with her eyes, searching for ingredients that had managed to survive in Cluck's kitchen without going rancid.


Mallory dusted off Cluck's padded chair, and gestured for Louise to take a seat. She dug around the pantry for a moment before surfacing with a handful of eggs, which she proudly broke into the pan within sight of Monkey. "Busy day." Mallory spoke in a musical tone, hoping that if she were to look calm it would help soothe the Captain. "What can I do you for, Louise?" Mallory stirred a bit of milk into the pan, salting it with small pieces of dried meat. "As our biggest problem is currently strapped to the pole and probably being violated by Mio..." She turned the contents of the pot onto a wooden plate and set it near the Captain. "What better time to relax and enjoy a taste of France?" Mallory leaned against the counter, attempting to gauge the Captain's thoughts.


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@Queen Rai

 

[Britt-21]

Crystal had been watchined as things happened before her. Drawing in a deep breath, she went back to sitting where she had been before the spar. Today sure was an interesting day. But she hadnt been one to make things interesting. Just things popped up like new recruits and/or part family. Normally she'd be curious and be all up in the business. But after being scolded, she tents to act a little more differently for the time being. She'd recover after a few hours.


Looking out at the sea, she smiled a little, excited to get back onto the ocean and sail away! As boatswain, there was nothing much to do other then inspect anything. Thinking about this, she then started to double check everything, making sure everything was in order. She even climbed up and started to look for anything that might be broken. Looking from where she was standing, she seen a rope that looked a little funny. Narrowing her eyes, she carefully balanced on the log that had held the sail up and she walked toward it and looked at it.


It seemed to look like it was almost was about to snap. Quickly reacting to this, she climed back down and called out "Do we have any rope!?" she called out, looking at those who were working "Please tell me we have bloody rope!" if they didnt, she'd have to go find a long enough rope.

 

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Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega

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Mio shrugged when she said she'd ask the captain whether or not navigating would be a good idea. She knew more than most navigators he'd come across already, and if she messed up he'd be there to correct it. He stretched his arms up in the air and yawned before turning around and ending up face-to-face with the guard who'd rejected his challenge. Mio's facial expression fell into a grumpy one. He didn't specifically have anything against the guard, but it was obvious he was an overly-serious bore. Especially when the guard thought he was spending his time valuably guarding the most observed door on the ship in broad daylight.


The sigh he let out after his request was even louder. An eyebrow rose when he met the guard's gaze, and he responded "No. If you want to rot by her cabin instead of making yourself useful that's your business. I don't want to be a part of it." He turned away from the guard and took a couple of steps away from him. His eyes glanced over at Hope to see what she was doing, and what he heard made him shiver.


"Captain, Mio is suggesting that I navigate the ship to our next destination. What is your opinion on this?"





The whites of his eyes were visible. If you say it like that she'll think I'm shirking my responsibilities! He thought, and was about to rush to her side and correct the sentence, but it was already too late.


"Not alone. The trip isn't too long, though...maybe a week or two...if Mio oversees you, I don't see why not. Pardon me."


Mio's upper body and arms hung forward and a shadow of depression and disappointment seemed to cover him. A low whiny "Why?~" escaped him, but he made sure to cut it off before anyone could come within hearing range.


"The Captain says that I may navigate the ship to our next destination, but only if you will supervise me."


A sad sigh fell from his lips as he straightened his back and looked at the young lookout. With a somewhat comically depressed face on he looked into the distance and responded "Yes... That's the plan..." A quick look around the deck revealed that things seemingly had calmed down, and to be honest he hadn't even noticed what happened. That's when his eyes caught the newly-arrived Nesim tying a girl up to the mast, which of course interested him. "If you'll excuse me, I think I smell someone dousing my maps in alcohol and gunpowder again." He lied and left Hope's side to head for the mast.


Nesim said something to their prisoner then turned and walked away from her. Mio passed right by the leaving Ottoman, and shot out with one of his hands to cup the girl's... err, boy's... uhh, person's chin in passing. "Hey cutie, I need you to stay here by the mast." He said and glanced at Nesim out of the corner of his eye, then walked up to the prisoner.


A thought immediately struck him. She looks strangely like Louise, don't she? Mio shook his head to throw aside the thought, then looked her over. That parrot whose name he never bothered remembering sat on her shoulder, and she was tightly bound to the mast with thick coils of rope. A rather blank expression of interest grazed Mio's face, and he exclaimed "Just my luck. And this is my favorite angle of a girl, too." To reinforce the creepiness of the statement he put a hand on the girl's hip and bent his head to one side while looking into her eyes. "Aren't you a pretty one." He said with little genuine emotion put into it. "I don't know who you are or what you've done to deserve this, but I sure am interested."


His eyes deviated from her face and he removed his hand from her when he noted the large black spear. With a swift, practiced and seamless motion he picked it up and twirled it around in his hand. A small frown was momentarily visible on him, spears were effective weapons and if he was to relive his life he would've trained more with them than with swords, therefore that she used one bothered him slightly. He ignored the notion and kept spinning it in his hand. "So, what did she do?" He asked aloud, talking to Nesim.


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@TheMentalEagle

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Iris did not like what Mio was doing, and she kept an eye on him, planning exactly what she'd do to his fingers if he kept on. Luckily, he stopped it to go look at and twirl her spear. Iris was still suspicious about his motives, however, and kept up her watch.


Meanwhile, Hope headed for the navigation room. If she was going to be the main navigator on this voyage, it would probably be a good idea to get started. She'd bring in Mio later to look over her stuff. First things first, she pinpointed the place they were heading. It was a moderately sized European port town, and it would take about a month to get there, if the wind came from the stern the whole time. Hope plotted out a route, got the numbers, and then considered some more...personal things. She knew that Louise and Riley's family, the De'Leones, were rich. Mr. De'Leone also seemed like a jerk of colossal proportions. The crew of the Poison were pirates. To Hope, it seemed like a good time to put these three factors together. Of course, it wouldn't really do to go in straight. It was too dangerous, especially as they would probably recognize Louise. A strike towards that family should probably start with their reputation. She'd need more information on Mr. De'Leone's, which she could probably get at their destination. The reveal of an illegitimate child such as Riley, especially with the abuse she recieved, would probably be a huge blow to whatever it was, though. It would probably be sensational, and selling it to the newspapers would probably be as profitable as robbing them straight.


Of course, backup plans would be needed in case this wouldn't work. Perhaps Riley's case could be used as blackmail? The De'Leones were very much tied to the government of England, and Hope had heard somewhere that Mr. De'Leone served in the House of Lords, although she hadn't confirmed it. The family would probably know a lot of things that the French (and for that matter, most every other country) would pay good money for. And then, she could probably frame them for spying. She would sketch out the full extent of her plans later, on the trip.

 

[Purpleyedmiss]

"Hey cutie, I need you to stay here by the mast." The navigator taunted smoothly, tapping Nesim on the chin before he could sweep off somewhere else. He smirked: If there was any area around the English language he would understand more profoundly, it had to be in courting. For the three months he had spent in the Poison working, it would blind of him not to realize Mio's -ah, finally he had remembered- advances towards most of the crew members. But, oh, Nesim did not mind at all, he was quite pleased by how simple, yet so suave he had been just now to him, reminding himself of the fact that Mio was indeed, very attractive. Sadly, that didn't last long, seeing as the sailmaster's attention was rapidly averted to the white-haired girl, who he immediately began to touch places many wouldn't like to have uninvited hands upon. But then again, what did he expect? And for the second time, the ottoman didn't mind.


"So, what did she do?" his voice startled Nesim out of his own thoughts, and for waking up from them he was rewarded with the sight of Mio moving around the huge black spear the girl had carried. Once back into the red-eyed man's view and conversation, he saw this as another chance to gain more of his interest upon him. Although a rare bird amongst them, the ottoman was still quite simply, a crew member with no distinguished title; if he was to stand out to Mio, this was his opportunity. I just hope that my fault at speaking English won't butch things up...





"Oh, she hasn't done anything... Yet. That's the problem. With that weapon and her whole mighty attitude, I can't trust her. I would suggest keeping that... Thing away from the owner. But keep the parrot, I don't think it can be used for sliting things open." He replied, voice tinged with his Istanbul accent and his throat making its every effort at sounding more masculine, which was something that, in his mind, he had to do. Of course, it was never much efficient, but it was good enough to leave him pleased. "Although..." He started to approach the sailmaster with a devilish grin. "On the contrary, I wouldn't keep away that weapon of yours for too long. You'd be suprised at what I could do..."





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[Prizzy Kriyze]

Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega

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Robust, sharp, strong. Mio thought quietly as he swung the spear in wide circles. "... but ultimately made of iron. It'll rust at sea." He quietly mused, then placed it back where he took it and gave the captive another strange or creepy glare. Depended entirely on how she'd perceive it. He looked over his shoulder at Nesim and made a "huh" expression. "Well, if you've done nothing..." He glared at the captive again, but didn't finish the sentence. If she hadn't done anything he didn't want to punish her unnecessarily. He also glared at the parrot on her shoulder. "Oh, I don't know about that. This parrot is from hell itself, or so it would seem." He shook his head, then put his hand on the girl's cheek and slid it down to her chin. "We'll figure out something fun to do with you." He said, gave her a crooked smile, then turned around.


Only to be approached by the mate he'd just called cute. He/she/it's sexual invite was incredibly sudden, even by Mio standards. In a moment of genuine confusion, Mio looked at the mate as if he/she/it was an alien. Of course, this didn't last long, Mio quickly bounced back and leaned his head to one side while giving him/her/it the most seductive smile he could. It would also be rather interesting to find out whether the he/she/it was a he, a she, or well... an it. "Why, do you want to spar?" He said and leaned in closer. "I'm afraid I can't... It's too dirty." At this point he was just about an inch away from the mate, and his voice was so breathy his words were little more than whispers. "... You'd have to polish it first."


It looked as if he was about to kiss Nesim, but at the last moment he pulled back and turned around. He unbuckled the belt that held his two-hander and threw it into Nesim's arms. "So why don't you get started on that right now?" For a few seconds he seemed entirely serious, but then he looked back at Nesim, and gave him/her/it a smile and wink before returning his attention to the captive, contemplating what to do.


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@Purpleyedmiss


@ActionPony

 

[Happy Red Mage]

"Don't touch me!" She exclaimed and her body instinctively flinched away from the strange man. Years of abuse had taken their toll on her, scar both physical and mental was what she received from the De'Leone family. Her hair bristled in fearful anger as she saw her spear get moved around. She growled with the ferocity of an angered lion and squirmed within her bindings, trying to get at the man who touched her.


She calmed down when the man left and her spear was left alone. She gave a soulful angry glare when the man glared back at her. She was the White Lion dammit. She shouldn't be putting up with this. But she had to, she wanted to know more about her half-sister. She wanted a place to be accepted in, not that she'd ever even say that out loud of course...

 

[CasualDragon]

Carter stepped back and glanced at his sewing work. It wasn't the most perfect job he had ever done but the job was done and that was all that mattered. He heard a holler for some rope and quickly he rushed to the supply cabin. Once there he threw open the door and grabbed the closest and longest length of rope he could see. If the boatswain was asking for rope it was obvious that there was something wrong. He quickly coiled the rope over his shoulders and left the room, closing the door behind him. He jogged through the masses towards where Crystal was standing and tossed the rope up her way. "Is this long enough?"


@Britt\-21

 

[BlackJack]

Z U B A R I




Zubari was talking to the girl when the door behind him creaked open revealing the ships surgeon, but by her words he had a feeling she was not happy to be there, she was probably surgeon on a beautiful ship and now was robbed and thrown here like Zubari was. However Zubari fit in, he was covered in scars and considered a considerable threat aboard "Odd....you are the only person who can say my name...." Zubari says whispering the words 'Correctly' under his breath as he looking over her to the inside of the room. She sounded like she was making fun of the way he used herbs but he honestly knew he would gather who found it wrong even if she did not now he felt like she did. Oddly enough though he was not there to seek medical attention he was actually looking for herbs, Jamaica was very low on herbs that would help his crocodile bite. Which was slowly uncovering as the leafs juice drained.


"Actually I came looking for more herbs.....sorry that I do not know your name..." Zubari adds in a the end about not knowing her name. He looked around the room and just could not help but to feel safer there then any other place, because she was so calm and not annoying like the rest of the crew, Mostly Murphy, Mio and crystal bothered him but that was it. Zubari wondered what medical techniques she used, she could just be like a normal surgeon who uses meds, but he was not going to take meds. Zubari removed the leaf revealing a bloody arm, with fairly big bite holes. It seemed like he killed the beast just in time, it looked not that great.


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M U R P H Y




Murphy watched as they tied a girl up around the mast and the captain got flustered over the idea that the girl had a bigger bust, Murphy was about to laugh but chose he liked being drunk and on the ship better then being over board. The question was, drunk people normally don't act like he does, or even speak like he does. He even acknowledges that he is drunk, which is odd. The question many probably wondered was, was Murphy actually drunk most of the time, or was that a huge lie to make people think he was unapproachable. Murphy grumbled seeing the annoying Mio came try to attack the girl tied to the mast, what a sicko. Murphy shrugged it off and laid down in a pile of nets putting his hat slightly down over his face more then likely going to go to bed again in broad daylight. But that was how he rolled.


Lazy every moment of the day, till they had to fight or someone bothered him. Murphy swore if Mio came anywhere near him he would shoot the guys specialties off and that made Murphy grin, then maybe the guy would not be such an annoying jerk who likes to touch people but I mean that was every pirate anyway. Then he would be in shambles and just to add onto the fun he would probably bleed out, then maybe the problems would go away. Murphy began to snore pretty loud from his spot rum in his one hand, quite the heafty looking gun in the other if things got out of hand and pirates came along, or royals. Murphy was a pretty heavy sleeper unless something near him or he himself is touched. Then his drunk self wakes up, then he probably yells at the person. Then proceeds to throw up. Yeah he was absolutely a drunk.
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[Purpleyedmiss]

Nesim was at first afraid he had been too bold when he saw the expression Mio gave way, as if examining with an odd look, a stranger who was in no place to make such proposals. Oh, but that was soon put aside at the glimpse of seduction, that smile he wore as he stepped closer, tentatively overcoming the inches which kept them apart.


"Why, do you want to spar?" the red-eyed man asked, clearly amused with his showcase of courtship while he leaned, towering the ottoman with his height. "I'm afraid I can't... It's too dirty." There was only whispers between them now and the heat building up in Nesim's throat was roaring "... You'd have to polish it first."


Shivers ran up his spine at the words muttered, and he bit his lip at the indecorous whirlwind of thoughts. The ottoman tried to remember every corner of the ship that would be dark and secured from other life forms, any place where he could make those fantasies a reality. Too unfortunate Nesim had found himself again when his superior turned on his heel and threw him the belt with his two-hander before adding: "So why don't you get started on that right now?"


Disappointed, yet not at all upset, Nesim grinned, knowing that, at least, a third interesting and amusing event had taken place sooner than he had expected, and that he was no longer, to Mio, merely a subordinate. Whether or not anything... Spiced up would happen that day, at least he was certain that it would eventually, during the voyage.


"Can do, sir. I'll do my very best at it." He obliged, returning the wink, unsure if the sailmaster had actually heard him, grabbing a rag nearby, with the widest grin he could muster. Oh this was fun.

 

[Girouette]

Mood: Sleeping

Location: On a barrel


Company: @A barrel


Other:

Sleep.


Something many people fail to find, and something not many pirated would find themselves doing in the middle of the day, especially when they had already withered their only two days on the ship standing dumbfounded and in awe of actually being on the ship, one would think that in that case, where one had accidentally done nothing but cement themselves as...Well, someone who does nothing, when given the ability to do things, would seek to portray themselves as a diligent person by doing something other than falling asleep against barrel.



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"Nym...Gmmm"

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Evelyn Feld was very clearly not that that kind of person, and despite his earlier resolution to spend his time on the ship doing things that would benefit his position as a cabin boy, and have his life be productive, had fallen asleep, and not in the noble fashion of at least sleeping in a cot, but had simply slumped over a barrel and drifted off.


Why he had decided to do such a thing, something he normally wouldn't even dream of doing, but on a pirate ship he had scarcely been on for two days? He'd seen some of the people inhabiting the vessel, and he would think it best to only close his eyes with a wall behind him, he was most likely safe anyway, but as a noble child...This was almost cheering, a sign of his new life as a pirate, although....Well, he would probably prefer it to be something not involving being generally useless, although he had naught a say in it.





Regardless, he seemed to be sleeping rather peacefully, as sound as a baby being rocked by their mother, and was possibly dreaming of clouds, perhaps even pink sheep, or it could be that his mind had wandered into a dream of a nautical fantasy, a delusion of what his career as a cabin boy (If he ever got to doing his duty) would be like. In any case, I would doubt anybody with a heart would be able to wake the peaceful looking child, although with the nature of some of the occupants of the craft, he could be in for a rather rude awakening, coming to at yelling, and his own disappointment of once more failing to do any tangible work as a cabin-boy.





But for now, he slept.

 

[Britt-21]

Crystal stood there, waiting to see what would happen. Someone had ran quickly across the deck and down to the supply cabin. Boy was this man fast. He had returned to her and tossed the rope up to her. She was on the lowest beam so she could catch it "Thanks. It should be long enough!" she said before climbing back up and over to the rope. Crystal was glad she had spotted this sooner then before when they'd sail. Things would have been hectic if this rope were to snap while at sea.


Tinkering around, she began to switch out the ropes. Replacing the old one with a new one. Climbing back down she began to make sure it was tied right and tied tightly. Testing it out, she nodded "Fixed." she said softly to herself, her blue eyes going right back to Carter, giving him a thumbs up and looking back at the work she did before picking up the old rope and looking at it I'm going to have to buy some more rope. Just in case something like this happens again.


Putting the old rope aside, she started to make her way off the boat to get some more rope "I'll be back in a little bit!" she called out to her fellow Pirates before stepping off and looking for someone who would be selling good quality rope. Hopefully, she'll be able to find this good quality rope! Lets see what we got.

 

[Scaddox]

Samuel sighed and returned to the door, watching the conversation between Mio and Riley. This 'Riley' character did look an awful lot like the Captain, but she seemed a bit more, rude. Then again, you'd struck gold if you'd found a pirate who you didn't want to stab or shoot, or who didn't want to stab or shoot you. The sun was doing an awful amount on Samuel, and he was on the verge of passing out. Maybe he'd lie down, behind a couple barrels. After all, it wasn't like the Captain's door wasn't in plain sight, he may as well take a break. He saw a few barrels of oranges gathered together and lay down behind them, his hat in one hand and his mace in the other. He just pray that he'd get some actual sleep, instead of more nightmares.

 

[dragonslayr]

Nava watched as the scene unfolded, looking on the whole time with a sinister glare that would have made a child cry. She had her gun trained on the girl, who claimed she was the captain's sister, the whole time she talked, and only lowered it when Captain Louise lowered her own weapon. However, she didn't return it to its holster until they established that the girl was going to stay for a while. In the duration of the conversation, Nava had learned that the girl's supposed name was Riley De'Leone, which would indeed make her related to the captain. That didn't mean she was telling the truth, and Nava would not let her guard down until they'd found out more about her.


As they made the decision to tie Riley up, Nava smirked, watching from afar. She should have been getting back to work, or at least helping tie the stowaway up, but something about this Riley was... unappealing to her; seeing her tied up put her mind more at ease and caused her a little joy, for some odd reason she could not place. The crew went about their business, except for Mio - of course - and another character who was slumped over a barrel.


Deciding she could not do much about Mio - no one could ever do much about him - Nava slinked over to the person taking a nap and stood over him. It was one of the new fellows, a cabin boy just hired recently and he didn't seem to be making much of a first impression so far. Another man, also fairly new to the crew, was laying among some barrels as well.


"What the hell do the two of you think you're doing?" Any normal person seeing her face would have been frightened out of their minds.


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