Fantasy The Poison Of The Seven Seas

[Holo]

John Nar



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"What the hell are you both talking about? Get the fuck out of my way this orange tree is for the captain your idiots." John said yanking the tree out of Natalia's hands before he carried the tree and it's new decorative gold lined pot. He scowled at the cabin girl then gave Natalia a death glare that nearly froze the girl solid. He set the plant next to the door to the captain's cabin wordlessly and started walking back to his normal sleeping area. He snatched a bottle of rum up and took it with him causing the shocked expression Natalia had to deepen. "Waste of my damned time."


Hours later...


"..." John was drooling on his hammock below decks clinging to a empty bottle of rum.

 

[Girouette]

Mood: Tired, looking for work.

Location: Somewhere


Company:Uh...@Queen Rai


Other: "Can I sleep?"

Hours passed, and the sun was reaching its last light. By this time Evelyn had circled himself around the ship thrice, nobody seemed to stop him, but he had ended up not at his destination...Which as work, and had instead ended up back by the same barrel he was sleeping (And accosted) by earlier that day.


This was unfortunate, as this would be the third day he hadn't done anything aboard the ship, and due to this he was actually quite worried about his life on the ship, and due to this...Well, despite being back at the barrel, it wasn't his final destination.





He walked right past the barrel, despite how comfortable it looked, although he certainly did make sure to note how nicely he slept on it. For future breaks between the hard work he hoped to be doing. Regardless, he was now very quietly marching to...Well, where he thought the captains quarters where, he of course wouldn't have known that the captain wasn't in her quarters, but that's where he was heading, assuredly the captain would be far too busy to deal with his insignificant worries about not doing enough work. But as an honorable cabin-boy, he would be amiss to avoid confessing his lack of work and incompetence at doing anything than sleeping on a barrel.

 

[Robin man]

Hours later, and they're finally out of the port and out on the sea. Monk was fast asleep on there hammock down below. But Donovan was still outside, enjoying the peace that the night provided.


He happened to found his captain up and around. He decided to walk over to her. "Good evening captain. It's great to finally be out on the open sea."


@Queen Rai

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Isabelle DeRosa




It was nice to have distance at times, even if you did have to work with someone who was quite possibly one of the most obnoxious people on the ship. Sometimes.

Alone with her thoughts was Miss DeRosa as she sailed, letting the occasional shout for a new direction, letting her know a condition changed or whatnot echo through her mind and responding, almost as if her responses were programmed into her at this point, with the order(s) she had to send out as well - If she even had to order anyone. One could easily, though mistakenly, believe that the orders sent her way went straight over her head. The amount of time that had passed, she didn't know nor did she care - The sky had changed a bit, from being painfully bright to a more relaxed, dimmed colour, making her work a little easier. However, that was scarcely comfort when her arms had been at work for just as long as it had taken for her eyes to relax. Holding the wheel was, at times, rather taxing and a bit more unpleasant than she thought necessary, since if she let go, the ship would spiral out of control for a few seconds, then just start drifting about.

And while it seemed an interesting possible idea to let her hands 'slip' and listen to everyone complain about how sickening it felt for the ship to lose control, she wasn't exactly immune to that feeling either. If anything, it was amplified as physical control over the ship rested primarily on her shoulders, or at least she liked to think that was so.

Isabelle's eyes had little to look about at, with her eyes at best centered at the mast, which prevented her from seeing much of anything interesting, with ocean stretching out in every other direction as far as her eyes could see. Even still, if she didn't keep her eyes on the area before her, she could risk getting the ship damn-near destroyed. Being stuck out in the middle of the ocean seemed hardly like a desirable prospect. Isabelle yawned and, while keeping her right arm firmly planted on the wheel, stretched out her left arm. She repeated the process vice versa and yawned. Luckily she hadn't passed out yet.

(@ Anyone, but who isn't busy-as-all-hell trying to keep the Poison in ship-shape? *Ba-dum tss*)

(Excuse me for the fluffiness. This is supposed to be a post, not a pillow, I know. ;.; )​

 

[JayeTheKat]

Elyza, still asleep below deck, jolted awake when the ship left port. Ashamed that she had slept through all the work done to get moving, and jumped up. She stood still long enough to be sure she looked at the very least presentable, then rushed out from the cabin she shared with most of the crew, and up onto the deck. Her eyes landed on the captain first, then scanned the deck watching the rest of the crew. She moved out of the way, and found a space near the barrels to adjust to the now moving ship.


Now that she was fully awake, and ready, she walked around the ship, looking for someplace to jump in and help. Eventually, though she knew the captain would probably have bigger concerns, she walked towards her. Seeing as someone else was already conversing with the captain, she stood a few feet away, to wait until their conversation was complete. Her eyes drifted from crew-member to crew-member, then she settled for looking out at the ocean.

 

[Gh0st]

Mayohaboa (Yo)

After the captain had decided to tie this Riley girl to the main mast, Yo figured that it would be best if he simply leave the situation and do what he did best: work. For the next several hours, how many exactly had passed he didn't quite remember, the boy worked rigorously on all tasks needed to get the ship sailing. Once they were off the port, he kept helping where he could so that they would be well on their way to their next destination. As he worked the long hours and time flew by him he barely noticed the sun begin to melt away and paint the sky with beautiful colors of a sunset. The last flickers of sunlight finished and so did the work that needed to occur on the ship leaving him now with free time. Taking a deep breath, the exhaustion of keeping the ship in shape to sail set in and he found himself securing some knots he had tied that connected to the mast before being done. With a bit of a stumbling step, Yo set down on the edge of the ship and let his feet dangle free as he held on to the railing. For the first time that day, the teenager looked up at the sky and thought not of all the things that needed to be accomplished on the ship. Instead, he took a moment of simplicity to stare at the sky riddled with stars, They glimmered and smiled at him like jewels under the sun.


Towards his right, the indigenous boy heard a door open and upon looking over he spotted the captain walking out as her duties had been completed for the time being. He looked back over at the stars and the sky before saying one word just loud enough for his captain to hear: "Karaya," he told her. The word, which easily slipped off of his tongue in an accent that showed fluency, was not one most had heard in their life times despite how much they might have traveled. "It means moon in the language of my people. You sometimes remind me of the moon, captain, bright and shining but with a darkness that surrounds it," Yo said with his accent. As he spoke, and noticed his way of butchering the English language, he made a mental note that learning how to properly speak the language was what he first wanted to learn from the Dutchman. Not only had he decided that learning proper pronunciation was his first step, but also reading for he had never had the opportunity to do that as well. Yes, now he was going somewhere.



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@Queen Rai

 

[Prizzy Kriyze]

Mio Del Abascal Marco Vega

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His little half-arsed attempt at a speech seemed to have had some effect on the crew, and people started getting back to work. Hope went to the navigation room and showed her route, to which he nodded and said "Sure. I can't see anything wrong with it." There was another stream further to the south they could take, but the difference in pace would only be about a day or so, and only because it was this time of the year. He'd made some measurements too, which was the only reason he was certain the weather was going to be more convenient for them that way, so Hope had no idea of knowing that was the case. Therefore she'd done an outstanding job, at least so long. "Just remember the job isn't over until we've reached the destination."


A few hours later they were already on course, following the route that Hope had drawn up for them. Mio decided that bringing out his personal stash was appropriate to celebrate their crusade of vengeance. After all, he'd been there when it started, and after thinking it over a few times he'd decided that getting to cut one or two throats of those traitors would feel very good. The bottle of Spanish wine swung at his side as he walked up onto the upper deck and sat down on the railing not too far from where Isabelle was steering the ship. With a plop Mio ripped the cork out with his teeth and spat it over the railing and down into the water. "Want a taste?" He asked her before he raised it to his mouth and took a healthy swig.


He held it in front of himself and looked at it with disappointment. He quietly muttered "Well, it's heavier than regular wine, but it is ultimately just wine..." He sighed, then looked back at Isabelle and smirked "How about it?"


@ActionPony


@Haruhi Suzumiya

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Riley had fallen asleep on the mast while waiting to be untied. Her entire body was relaxed as she was resting. Suddenly she woke up and quickly turned her head towards the open sea. The ship had set sail. Riley gave a small sigh as she moved an arm up and down to scratch a small itch on her arm. She silently fell asleep one more after giving her immediate surroundings a quick once over.


(...shit post is shit...)

 

[Queen Rai]

Louise





"Good evening captain. It's great to finally be out on the open sea."



"Aye." Louise sighed, leaning forward on the railing. She stared down at the soft waves before, almost memorized by the way they gently lapped up against the boat. She exhaled lightly through her nose, tilting her head up slightly to view the horizon. The faint lights of Port Royal were still visible quite a ways off in the distance, but they'd probably disappear over the horizon within two hours or so. The woman gripped the railing lightly as she heaved her torso even further over the rail. Louise carefully brought a hand up to her head to keep her hat from flying away, and then snickered, "I don't belong on land."


"Karaya,"


Louise turned her head slightly, raising an eyebrow at the boy seated on the deck only a few feet away from her. She blinked at him, and then said, "Gesundheit."


"It means moon in the language of my people. You sometimes remind me of the moon, captain, bright and shining but with a darkness that surrounds it."


Louise paused. The woman blinked at the boy for a moment, trying to decode what he had just said. His accent was pretty thick, and his English wasn't perfect...so it took Louise a moment to figure out that he was complimenting her. The captain dropped her hand from the top of her hat, then then hopped down from the railing. The woman quickly dusted her hands off on her coat before taking a moment to adjust her hat.


"Yo, I do believe you're sixteen." the woman said, tilting her head and folding her arms at the boy. Louise paused again, and then gave the boy a very small smile before saying, "But thank you, anyway."



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@Robin man @Gh0st

 

[CasualDragon]

Time passed and Carter spent the long hours busy with errands both big and small. Even though he wasn't on the ship that he loved, the feeling of being on open water and off the land was a huge relief. The feeling of the breeze and salty water splashing on his face was a huge comfort and he took a moment here and there to just stand and feel the breeze. As he hurried about to do his work, he would take time to glance up at the quickly darkening sky and look at the stars. He thought back to his time as a lookout and thought about how important the stars had become in his life. He looked up at the crows nest and wished that he could just go up there for even one minute to feel closer to the sky. But he didn't risk it. Heaving a sigh he went back to his work.

 

[Britt-21]

Crystal

Crystal had no problem as the time passed by. Before she knew it, it was time to raise the anchor and set sail! And so, She did what a boatswain does, pulling up the anchor and such beforee they were already setting sail. She inhaled the ocean air and looked back at the land "See you next time." she said before going to her cabin to rest for a little bit. She was tired from all the excitement and all she wanted was a nice nap to keep her energized. As long as she had a small nap, she can do many things.

An hour or so passed, and with the ship swaying here and there, it woke Crystal up. "Time to get to work." she said aloud before sitting up and stretching, grabbing her hat and making her way up to the top deck. There were some people around. And a wild Mio drinking right next to Isabelle. Well things just got interesting. Her feet had taken her about the top of the deck, looking at the ocean and sometimes glancing at the people around. Her boots lightly tapped on the wood, knowing that anyone nearby would know that she was walking about.

No more land for a couple of weeks. Eh, whatever, not like I could do much anyway. she had stopped in her tracks to look out to the ocean, hearing the water and feeling the light breeze. Crystal leaned forward on the rail, losing herself in the trance of the ocean If only you were still here to see us grow and go on these adventures. and then just like that, she was staring at the ocean, blocking out any sound that had been made from anywhere else around her. Smiling just a little bit, thinking of the good ol' times with her previous captain.

@Anyone really​

 

[Girouette]

Mood: Getting very tired of walking, looking for the captain.

Location: Somewhere on the ship


Company: Nobody!


Other: "Can I sleep?"

Evelyn was currently wandering around the ship, as he had for the majority of the day, and perhaps one or two times it could be considered a enjoyable exercise, but it was certainly becoming dreadfully repetitive, a feeling he very much didn't want to experience. However, unlike his previous ramble around the ship, he had a specific goal in mind.


He was hoping to eventually find himself in the presence of the captain, although he was rather sure the captain would be far too busy to deal with him, and he would be quickly shooed away in lieu of much more important matters.


Although he briefly considered looking for anybody who seemed to need help, so he could exact his duty as honorable cabin-boy and actually work, but that's what he attempted to do previously, and the results were...Well, meandering around the ship was the only foreseeable outcome from that. and so it was his sole purpose currently to locate the captain and address his concerns of failing to work.





That said, he was currently unable to figure out where the captains quarters where, as he wasn't specifically told, nor was he sure on the layout of the ship, even after circling around it multiple times, and so all he could do was find his way to the deck, and simply reduced to looking around in search of the captain, although he could certainly ask somebody for directions, that was the farthest thing from his mind. Unfortunately, if he was left to simply look, he would probably end up falling asleep on a rug somewhere.

 

[ActionPony]

@Prizzy Kriyze


Hope was satisfied with her route, but there was something she wanted to know. She took some time out and went up to the deck to see Mio, who might know what was going on. Once she found him, she asked the question that had been bugging her ever since she found out where they were going to go:


"Mio, why are we going to Jeremie?"


It wasn't that she was unhappy about the destination. Haiti had a wealth of such products like sugar and coffee, and was also home of a thriving industry of smuggling, especially with English-controlled countries like Port Royal. She had gotten a description from Port authorities about a man who was head of one of the largest smuggling rings based on Haiti, and this voyage would give her a chance to see what she could see up close. Any information she could get would land her a healthy ransom, as well as the goodwill of authorities, something that Hope had found invaluable in her career, especially when she had to convince suspicious officials that the infamous pirate ship The Poison of the Seven Seas was not anchored in a cove five miles north, however would you get that idea?

 

[Robin man]

Donovan chuckled at his captains comment not belonging on land. "Well it's safe to assume that at this point dear captain. I've been with you for twenty-one years. And I know for a fact that you don't belong on land." He said with a small on his face as he sat on the same railing as Louise was leaning over. "So what do you think of the new girl everyone was swarming over earlier?"


@Queen Rai

 

[Haruhi Suzumiya]

Isabelle DeRosa




With eyes half-shut, Isabelle let her eyes wander slightly from the path ahead... And what good timing she had, as only moments afterward she found her eyes landing on Mio. Fantastic, she thought. Mio wasn't ideal, but he was favourable, at least to most of the crew. There he was, it seemed, in his most natural state (Presumably) - With booze in his hand, relaxed on the railing a matter of steps from a woman. As he popped the cork of a wine bottle out with his teeth and spat it over the edge of the boat, she couldn't help but wonder, do you plan to have that all on your own?




"Want a taste?" Apparently not. "Well, it's heavier than regular wine, but it is ultimately just wine... How about it?" Isabelle returned the smirk offered - Warming up with a bellyful (Or just a mouthful) of anything with alcohol seemed like one of the best ways to make the trip more bearable and perhaps even make her forget all about the long way there. However, Isabelle could use her current position to her advantage. "Oh, don't worry, I can handle it if you can." Hastily she added, "but I can't take my hands off the wheel, sorry. If I did, the Poison would tip and the wine might spill. That won't do. Come close, would you, and give me some?" she requested. The Pilot could be clever when she wanted to be, though she preferred solving her problems without words.

(@Prizzy Kriyze )

(My post feels a little skimpy, sorry, but I'm not entirely sure what to add. Apologies.)​

 

[Rang Dipkin]

If it were't for the rocking of the Poison setting sail, Mallory wouldn't have known that it had. More embarrassed than empowered by Mio's speech, Mallory had confided herself to her quarters. Rather than find work on deck, Mallory decided to attend to her specific role and manage the various instruments of the Poison. Mallory's position aboard the ship was pretty low-rank, but she was very proud of it regardless. With her instruments, she spoke for the ship like a narrator for a play. A horn for their triumphs, a drum for their battles, strings for both merriment and mourning. Mallory had never been one to really define herself, but she is eternally proud that her role is to weave air into music.


As the strings of her violin tightened and loosened to form a clean EADG, Mallory felt her own stress dissipate into the surrounding air. She drew the bow gently across the strings, tuning skillfully with a mixture of intuition and experience but not without taking frequent breaks to admire the individual notes.


Figuring that it would be better to show her face early than have someone forced to come and draw her from her ink and paper cocoon, Mallory ascended the stairs that lead to deck. She held a fiddle to her neck as she wandered the deck, tuning the instrument as she walked. She wasn't looking to interact with anybody, necessarily. When she turned a corner to find Isabell and Mio, she turned on her foot and continued to walk unti she ran into the Captain and turned again. Looking more to stew with her problems than solve them just yet, Mallory sat against an open piece of railing. Just as her crewmates did, Mallory took a deep breath of the crisp ocean air. She drew against the strings and played a gentle, ambient melody as she watched Port Royal melt into the distance over her shoulder. A feeling of contentedness washed from Mallory's fingers into the rest of her body.


@Haruhi Suzumiya (mentioned)


@Queen Rai (mentioned)


@Prizzy Kriyze (mentioned)

 

[Queen Rai]

Louise


"So what do you think of the new girl everyone was swarming over earlier?"




Louise, glancing back over at Donovan, raised an eyebrow. The woman folded her arms as she leaned back onto the railing again, letting out a small sigh. She glanced over to where Riley was tied up...it appeared that the girl was sleeping. Louise couldn't help but wonder how ANYONE could sleep while tied to a mast, but she forced the thoughts out of her mind when she said, "I don't think you even want to know what I think. Besides, she's hardly worth having an opinion about."


Suddenly, a high, crisp note rung through the air...followed by another...and then another...and then several others to form a sweet melody. Louise turned her head slightly toward the source of the sound, though she didn't need to look to know who it was. The captain stuffed her hands into her coat pockets as she watched Mallory's skilled fingers dance along the strings of her bow. It made Louise wish the she could play the violin, or at least some other instrument. Music was never her forte, even as a child. Louise remembered her parents trying to get her to play the harpsichord when she was about seven, but they quickly changed their minds after about two lessons.


Louise scowled at the memory, and then accidentally said aloud, "I wasn't that bad--"


The captain glanced back at Donovan, and then gave a sheepish smile before turning her attention back to Mallory. It wasn't really a tune you could easily dance to...not that Louise ever danced. She was more of a listener. Of course, she'd danced before. Usually while drunk, but that was beside the point. Louise closed her eyes, letting each note sink in as it was played. For some reason, Mallory's music had an...affect on her. Why? Hell if she knew. Perhaps it was the rawness of each melody...how each note was so carefully executed.


Or maybe Louise had a crush.


...


What? It could happen.

@Robin man

@Rang Dipkin (mentioned...a lot xD )
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[Robin man]

Donovan chuckled softly at the captain. He didn't seem to care much about what she said out loud. "Where are we going next captain. I want to know where we're going so I'll know what I'm gonna hunt. I would like to be ready." He chuckled softly to his excitement.


@Queen Rai

 

[Happy Red Mage]

Riley was still sleeping on the mast when the music started playing. The music started bringing up a few of her memories. She started to dream about her life before she was brought in by the De'Leone family. Looking back, she probably should have outright refused instead of going with them, maybe if she had never went to them she'd have turned out different...She drowsily woke up from her slumber and wiggled around in her confines. She yawned for a while before blinking away the remnants of her sleepiness. "...I don't like being tied to this thing anymore..." She said blankly.

 

[Scaddox]

Samuel sat near the edge of the ship, both the mast where Riley was tied up and the Captain's quarters were in sight. He decided to walk over to the mast as Riley awoke, keeping the Captain's quarters in sight at all times. "Good evening. I see you've awoke." He said, sitting on a barrel and staring at her. "Why did you search for your sister? I thought you would have more luck convincing your parents you were a worthy daughter." He asked, curious of her background. He could sort of understand where she was coming from, with everything that had happened to him. Every once in a while, he'd take an ever so quick glance at the Captain's quarters and look back, so as to not look rude in front of their 'guest'.


(@Metaphysics)

 

[SkyGinge]

SIMON CORNELIUSZEN


A backtrack through time...
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Ah, Zubari, Simon's witchdoctor associate appeared on deck. The contrast in the two men's appearences could not have been any greater, yet somehow, Simon found some strange solace with the African. Perhaps it was in their shared desire for seclusion and privacy, along with the imilarity of both being relatively sane in the grand scheme of things. But there was some underlying respect between them, even if Zubari was still the kind of person Simon might have steered well away from in his more regal years.


"Good morning, Zubari," Simon nodded formally. The man's accent was remarkable; how the blazes did he learn to speak so regally? A rare sense of curiousity washed over the Dutchman, yet of course, he would probably never ask; the sheer paradox of their seclusion. "I'm rather overheated, currently. And exceedingly confused, so I must admit I too have very little clue as to what all this cuffuffle is. The captain included." It's almost definitely something to do with this strapped up lass here, and from the topic of the Captain's torments, I think it's safe to assume this is some sort of unwanted sibling. Of course, making this public might come across terribly rude, and although he was fairly confident in his assumptions, they were exactly that; mere assumptions, and hence he wagered he would rather avoid the consequences of presuming wrong than enpower an intelligent aura.


The Captain emerged onto the deck, and the Dutchman watched her like a hawk. Control yourself, he warned his fleeting pulse, now soaring upon the sight of his saddened beloved. He cringed internally at that very thought. 'Saddened beloved?' Since when did we transform into one of Boswell's ghastly poets? By the time he'd force his pesky daydream to the sideline, Zubari had said whatever it was the man wanted to say (though Simon reckoned it must have been important given the man's silence), and now Mio(?) was the one shouting out orders. "There is a God..." Simon mumbled under his breath, genuinely bemused. And then things flew into full swing, and Simon, not wishing to be a nuisense, confined himself to his chambers once more.


( @Metaphysics @TheMentalEagle @Queen Rai @Gh0st @Rang Dipkin @Prizzy Kriyze

 

[Holo]

@Robin man[/URL]

@Rang Dipkin (mentioned...a lot xD )
[/CENTER]

John Nar/Natalia Corsa


"You're such a child trying to maintain the false hopes you let me gain. How stupid was I to think the Cap'n cared about me at all. I could be thrown overboard trying to save her and get nothing but a smile and I'd die happy but no! She would sooner let me be thrown overboard and shoot me herself." John said with a frown as he sat in his normal sleeping area. Natalia sat across from John trying to keep the man from giving up on the captain. "You'll grow on her eventually." She said with a smile but John again started to get angry. John started to argue with her about how she thought he was stupid.


"Natalia it's a childish dream. I'll hang before I get anything like that."


"It'll all work out eventually."


"You're such a childish fool of a girl. This isn't a fairy tale."


"But John..."


"CHILD!"


"John?!"


"Stupid childish girl!"


"JOHN! It'll work out now calm down."


"Aye and I'll learn to shite rainbows that taste like rum."


John scowled at her with a frown at her. She sighed but they both went absolutely silent when they heard music and they saw Louise stopping just a few feet away from them. John stood and started storming away to go work himself to death. Natalia sighed and gently opened the flask around her neck and took a long swig.


@Queen Rai


@Robin man

 

[Purpleyedmiss]

Nesim was startled out of his slumber at the steady, faint waving movement of the ship, something that never failed to keep him awake, irregardless of whether or not he wished to sleep. His net endured his weight as he tumbled within it, raggedly mumbling to himself...Which proved to be a rather bad idea, because he fell on the ground the second he had tested the sleeping net far beyond its capacity. Grumbling, and with an aching back, the ottoman got back on his feet, finally realizing that while he had been resting, the Poison had already set sail. For a brief moment, he was more than glad to be back into the high seas -A little excitement he had kept as a memory of his fifteen-year old self- So, after brushing off the dust from his garments, he rushed upstairs, where everyone appeared to be occupied in their own matters.


Their captive was still tied to the mast: Suits her better to remain that way, he glanced and thought momentarily, almond eyes narrowing in a glare, as if making certain she wouldn't disappear into thin air and leave nothing on deck but ropes. However, upon setting his attention on Samuel, the guard, Nesim noticed he was just as concerned, so his own extra pair of eyes was more than needed. It is his job, after all...


While heading towards the higher part of the deck, he caught sight of Mio -which, none the less, was a very pleasing view-... Offering a bottle of wine to their endowed, ravishing curly-haired pilot on the wheel. Not that Nesim was a person to dwell on hate, but there was something about Mademoiselle LeArrogant (how he secretly named her) that seriously irked him. He had to admit, she seemed mature for her age and had her own charm that appealed to the ottoman, but that gave her no reason to act better than everyone else; himself included, who was the exact opposite of being... Ordinary.


It was when he decided it was best not to interrupt the two birdies by the wheel that he noticed the red-headed boatswain staring hazily into the distance, something that at some extent, intrigued him. By that very reason, he slowly approached her, resting his arms on the wooden railing to support his body leaning into it. Again, he hoped he wasn't intruding, but the woman's attitude was so peaceful and inviting that he figured there was no problem to be formed from genuine interest.


''So, Red.'' he began, using the nickname most knew her as. ''Lost in thoughts?''


Mentioned @Metaphysics , @TheMentalEagle , @Britt\-21

 

[BlackJack]

Z U B A R I




Zubari was chilling on deck looking out into the ocean there was really nothing better to do then chill. Zubari really hated the ocean, land was his home and the stars were his guide. Zubari sighed and laid on some rope putting his hands behind his head and looked up at the stars. He used to be told stories about the stars, his tribe worshiped the stars and always went on and on about how they all meant something and how it was key to follow the stars when lost. He was a taught a lot about them and he really enjoyed stargazing which was odd for a warrior but when he was on the boat and nothing was going on why not. The deck was quiet and nothing seemed to be going on, it was a boring night after an eventful morning/afternoon. Zubari was boggled by what had happened, so much in a short period of time really made him crave more action but really not a lot was going to happen now.


@Anyone




M U R P H Y


Murphy was looking out at the sea as well just on the other side and he was drowning his thoughts in rum as usual, but he was abnormally quiet as he just looked out into nothingness, probably for once in some sort of deep thought which should cause quite the amount of fumes to explode out of his brain. Again, Murphy had nothing at all better to do, it was boring as is and he just had to think about things, which he never really did. He just did and never thought before he did things. He was stupid like that. Murphy could see nothing but sea but he kept looking, maybe once and a while he would see a whale or something breach the surface of the ocean but that was only once in quite some time, he had been standing there for a couple hours not really talking that much, shocker.

@Anyone

Sorry for short posts but they are more just filler posts​

 

[Britt-21]

Crystal

Crystal had snapped out of her thoughts and she looked at the man next to her. Nesim. It's been a while since she had spoken to him. Now she was only trying to process this question before she finally spoke "Yeah, I was." she said before turning her body and leaning back against the rail "Thank you for snapping me out of them. I would have fallen asleep with my eyes open. And yes, that is possible." she looked at him, smiling softly "So what beings you over here to talk to me? I rarely ever get to talk to you, seeing as I always have to dance with Mio and then go around the ship checking things and reporting to the captain."

She sometimes had time to herself but sometimes didnt. Her time was always consumed and whatever moment she had, she made sure to take it and use it sparingly. Sadly no one was free at the times she were so she'd just take a nap. Talking feels so good, especially to Nesim. Something about him is always calm. I dont even understand what. She had mostly good things to say about her fellow friends aboard the ship. Except for Mio, there was always that little thing that always made her say something bad about him.

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@Purpleyedmiss sorry for the small post DX