Pirate RP
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				Title: <strong>Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 10:52:58</strong>
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				Captain Blood relaxes in the Tavern, her feet on the table with a tankard of ale in her hand, giving the pretty barmaid the eye, flirting outrageously. She swigs her ale again, watching and waiting for any new crewmembers, rubbing her hands together as she cleans her fingernails with a throwing knife.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 11:21:20</strong>
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				The bastard Henrik entered the tavern, casting a wary glance around at the place. He liked to pop in here every now and again, when he had some coin to burn, like today. Just yesterday, an outrageously pompous nobleman&nbsp; had been trying to cross <em>his</em> bridge without so much as a guard or a weapon to fend himself with. It was easy to convince him to pay a 'toll' to use the bridge. And now it was time to piss through that 'toll' money, and enjoy himself. Plenty of food, plenty of drink, possibly a whore when he was done with the former.<br><br>The stoic man walked with an air of quiet confidence, and something else... a sort of natural 'aura' of fear. Most people could pick up, just from the way he carried himself, that Henrik was not someone you angered, because he'd be on you like a rabid wolf.&nbsp; It makes him definitely stick out in the crowd.<br><br>He settled himself down in a tactical location at the bar. His back was towards a wall, and he could view not only most of the establishment, but the entrance as well. A slightly bedraggled woman hesitantly approached his table, and upon asking him what she could get him, he'd respond, with a dreadfully monotone voice. "Roasted meat, and some brown ale to wash it down." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revolutionist</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 14:48:59</strong>
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				First mate James Jennings who was previously sitting with his captain, couldn't resist one of the allures of a particulared red headed barmaid. He wanted to take her there and then, as was his usual custom. But today his captain and business to assemble a new crew so he was not to cause <em>that</em> much trouble. He nodded to the back of the tavern, down the small box ridden alley. <br><br>No sooner had they entered the deserted alley did James have her against the wall, his hands pulling away her unneeded clothes, whilst their tongues danced with each others. Eventually James grabbed a fistful of her beautiful red hair and forced her down, before exposing his monster cock. It was incredible long and breathtakingly thick. The poor barmaid gasped, but they sound was swallowed as James thrusted himself into her small, unprepared mouth. She barely taken in a quarter of his cock and her mouth was full, her cheeks puffy and cute. "I hope you're pussy isn't as tight." He joked with her, but the woman was too preoccupied with a huge cock in her mouth to laugh at his humour. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 14:59:32</strong>
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				The Captain watches her first mate slip around the back. She chuckles and rolls her eyes, following and watching for a moment before speaking "Having fun? Fool around in your own time, right now we have business..." She tosses her head, flashing her best smile at the barmaid before heading back inside and ordering another drink, waiting for crewmembers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revolutionist</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 15:10:28</strong>
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				"Right Sorry Captain." He said whilst still pumping the barmaids mouth. He pulled out of her mouth, allowing her to breath. "Well see you around... or something." He finished not really caring about the girl and pulled his trousers back up and headed back into the tavern. His captain's wishes came first and James always followed them without hesitation. <br><br>As he entered the bar again, he saw two men in deep discussion one of them ignoring his untouched pint. James feeling too lazy to go to the bar and order one, smoothly glided past the men's table and took the pint with him before sitting at the captain's table. Right now the tavern was too empty to scout for potential for the crew, but soon their would be someone who came to the captain. There was always a few, her infamy was known far and wide. So you can't blame them, they see something that has everyone they want, naturally wanting it themselves. However the captain only have goes for the best. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 15:20:08</strong>
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				"You need to get your brain up here..." The Captain taps her head "at least sometimes... remember if you're that desperate you know where you can go." She winks deliberately, scratching her exposed stomach absently. "She was cute... but you know we need to focus here..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revolutionist</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 15:34:45</strong>
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				"Sorry captain. Just been a while and temptation got the better of me..." James said hanging his head slightly. The light wink of hers making him feel slightly better. He proceeded to watch the captain scratch her smooth, beautiful stomach. He had to turn away before temptation got the better of him yet again. "Got it Cap'n." He said before downing his pint and signalling at a barmaid to bring him another. His eye's looked over the women of the bar. Looking for potential the captain and he would enjoy, but nothing out of the ordinary so far. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 15:42:06</strong>
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				Henrik, some may note, had a tendency to keep his eyes on just about everyone and what they were up to; including that pretty little thing and the man who took her out, probably for a quick fuck of one sort or another, he figured.&nbsp; And some woman with him...ended up dragging him back inside. He couldn't hear all of what they said, but one word did ring out that caught his attention. <em>Cap'n</em><br><br>So the lass was a captain, was she? He found that hard to believe. Being a captain was generally something that was left to men. The oddity got ahold of his curiosity while&nbsp; her well-endowed figure drew his attention, too.&nbsp; But he chooses not to act yet. Instead, his attention shifted to more heavily focus on her than the other dullards in the tavern this evening.<br><br>Even when his food and drink comes, and he begins to sate himself on it, his attention remains focused on those two. Sizing them up; looking at the build of their bodies, and the things they carried, and trying to get a good feel for just what kind of a person each was. Sizing people up--usually quite accurately-- was second nature to him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 16:07:42</strong>
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				"How do I look? I hate going to interviews and not looking my best..." She runs her hands down her figure, trying to work out herself how she looks. "People are barely giving me a second glance... is something in my teeth?" She flashes a wide grin at James "I mean... you'd still screw me, right?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revolutionist</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 16:18:25</strong>
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				James grinned and shook his head, finding it impossible to not admire his teasing captain. Her hand ran down her figure outlining her wonderful curves and body. Her wonderful grin just made her look that much sexier. He knew as soon as he would give in she would push him away. She always would, if there was anyone who was the master of playing hard to get. It was his captain. <br><br>James leaned to his captains ear, whispering so only she could hear. "I would fuck you right here, right now. Bend you over the table and take you." Before leaning back and saying to her, "You look amazing. As always Captain." He said grinning back to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 18:34:37</strong>
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				Mary smiled as she sold food and supplies to the Captain in preparation for her sea journey. Mary had marked up the price, as the Captain was not from the area and was unaware of market prices. She had done this for months, and it was helping her pay off her debts.<br><br>Unfortunately for Mary, the Captain found out later that night that she had been overcharged. Captain Blood was not one to be taken advantage of. She sent several members of her crew to bring Mary at knife point to her ship. She is placed in irons and tossed into the brig. The Captain will decide later how to deal with her. However, based on the past, Mary will pay dearly for overcharging the Captain.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 09:21:53</strong>
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				Lady Catherine Montrose stood in the centre of the small cabin that rocked gently back and forth with the tide. Her hands were raised above her head, holding onto the chains of her manacles to prevent the sharp iron edges digging into her porcelain skin. She looked up at the light, reddening cuts on her wrists and allowed her eyes to follow the heavy chains upwards to the great ring embedded into the heavy oak beam. <br><br>She’d already tested her bonds, set her strength and slight weight against the chains and the ring but neither would give. Though the metal bands about her delicate wrists were loose, she was unable to squeeze her and through, though she continued to try from time to time.<br><br>And so she stood, her head held defiantly, awaiting the pirate captain’s pleasure. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 09:35:25</strong>
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				Soon enough, his food had been consumed, and his mug of ale was halfway gone.&nbsp; That out of the way, he felt ready to sate his curiosity, and stood up. He brought himself towards the man and his <em>Cap'n,</em>&nbsp; easing back on the way he carried himself so as not to appear too aggressive. Still, their was a sort of feralness to him that could not be hidden. <br><br>"What exactly are you the captain of, lass?" He was as blunt as a mace to the head. Straight to the point, no beating around the bushes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 09:38:21</strong>
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				"Captain Blood of the Phantom... now... who the fuck are you and why should I give a monkey's hairy red arse?" She gave a sweet smile, a steely glint in her eyes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 09:51:52</strong>
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				His lips twitch, as if he might grin or smile but decided against it. His expression remains as cold and unreadable as a damnable rock. It doesn't really show, but the gears in his head are working quite quickly. She's a captain of a ship...and she doesn't look like any sort of merchant. The rough and tumble lad at her side could be a guard for a merchant vessel, but... with a name like 'Captain Blood' on a ship called the 'Phantom'? Sounded more like pirates to him.<br><br>In fact, the more he thought about it, he was sure he could vaguely recall some story about that ship and its crew. But that may very well be his imagination playing tricks on him.&nbsp; "Oh, I'm naught but a humble vagrant looking to make my way up in the world... no matter whose throat I have to cut." Their was the slightest hint of sarcasm to flavor his words when he called himself a 'humble vagrant'. <br><br>He chose his words specifically to try and get a reaction from her; it was that reaction that he would use to see if he was correct in his assumption she was a pirate, or if she were something else. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 10:01:47</strong>
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				"A Humble Vagrant? Tsk, a time waster... come back with some serious skills and maybe I can help you throat cut your way to the top, hmm? Until that day... get the fuck out of my face, I'm on serious business." She puts her feet on the table and drains her drink, shooing him away impatiently.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 10:07:47</strong>
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				"Have it your way, lass." His expression broke out into a wide mouthed, gaping grin, and while one might expect a hearty guffaw to follow, it does not. He simply walks away, out of the tavern, conveniently forgetting to pay for his food.&nbsp; Who knows, maybe she'll get stuck with the bill since he&nbsp; was seen talking to her.<br><br>Meanwhile, Henrik would be heading towards the docks to scope out her ship. Partially, this was due to curiosity, but part of him was considering... defacing it, perhaps. Or otherwise doing something to slight her, something that would provoke her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 13:50:39</strong>
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				<div align="center">Valery Suremeh &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=108424.msg4708817#msg4708817)</div><div align="center">(Ship's Navigator)<br></div><br>Valery Suremeh couldn't wait to stretch her legs on land that didn't shift. The recent journeys were very successful. Some noble woman she had noticed was taken captive. Her dress and jewelry alone was one small fortune, and if her family paid ransom ? Gosh knows.<br><br>Valery licked her lips thinking about the "cargo" and smiled a grin which framed a simple evil in the woman's mind. Bet that girl thought that Pirates happened to others until now. More surprises in store for her if she doesn't play her cards right. <br><br>Still there was always something happening on the ship which seemed more like a half told story unfolding. Another lass was smuggled roughly aboard. From this very port ? Huh ? What the hell was the story there ? From the outline she was a female - very womanly, but Blood didn't trade in slaves ? Did she ? Hmm Valery shook her head. Didn't feel right. Blood was a pirate through and through but she mainly went for those that were arrogant and wealthy who rubbed others noses in it - or simple plunder of gold and jewels. <br><br>Valery had not been with the captain for long but from what little Valery had seen the Captain was more greedy than malicious - and didn't really tolerate anyone who had issues with it. Simple. It worked. More effectively than the ships enemies would help.<br><br>Valery thought to visit the ships brig before joining the others and once she arrived sort to silently look them over. Both stunning... did she feel sorry for them ? Yes and no. The silver-spoon lass ? Not really. But this other girl ? Well yeah whatever she had done probably wasn't that much to land her in there. If she really pissed the captain off she would already be dead. She just have done something pretty minor and she likely was going to pay for the rest of her life. Still ... like was not fair. Then Valery glanced back at the noble woman. <br><br><strong>"Love your dress hon" </strong>Valery said. It wasn't mocking. It wasn't sarcastic. Valery said it dreamily. Matter of factly. For it was a nice dress.<strong> "Your shoes are cute also." </strong>How the hell she had kept them from being ripped from being thrown in the brig was a minor miracle which Valery considered abstractly.<br><br>Valery opened her mouth as if to say something further two the two then considered the time. She had forgotten that the Captain didn't like waiting. So Valery shrugged her shoulders and then strode up the ladder and headed towards the tavern.<br><br>While walking she felt like stretching and soon had her rapier out lashing lethal blows in the air to imaginary foes. Any watching her would notice that the woman's swordsmanship was talented. And would have realized she was a show off also.&nbsp; While humming doing so the navigator entered the tavern. To a scene which was more sedated than normal. Valery was expecting to walk into a brawl, for some of the crew had already been there for a few minutes. Hmm... they must be trying to put on a good impression for the Captain. Oh shit. That's right the captain did ask them to show manners for whatever it was she was planning here. Quickly the rapier was returned to its sheath. And Valery walked into the room with one hand posed boisterously on one of her hips before her posture changed into an bow which ended with a flourish.<br><br><strong>"Sorry Captain for being a little late, I got a little distracted by the ships new ... pris ... um Guests."<br></strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 14:08:15</strong>
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				The Captain watches the man leave, snorting as he does so, going back to cleaning her fingernails with a small dagger. When Valery walked in she smirked. "Guests are my property until otherwise stated... come here... give your Captain a kiss, eh?* She winks, her eyes twinkling.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 14:48:53</strong>
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				<div align="center">Valery Suremeh &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=108424.msg4708817#msg4708817)</div><div align="center">(Ship's Navigator)<br></div><br>Valery smiled and at the invite moved scandalously towards the Captain with a motion which accentuated her hips. In truth Valery was expecting to be punished for being late, the captain didn't like the idea of others thinking her orders were ... suggestions. Maybe another would be later and she was sparing her wrath for who was. She expected to obeyed. Valery knew it was likely that Blood was just in a good mood. <br><br>As Valery got within hands reach she quickly gave the Captain a passionate kiss in front of the fist mate, one intended to insinuate everything a kiss could then more some. Valery gave the Captain more tonge than most see in a lifetime before it snaked back into her upturned lips.<br><br><strong>"When the Captains in a good mood, I am. Hell, heavens should be! Was your decision which kept me from walking the plank !" </strong> Valery laughed and clicked her fingers towards a barmaid ... before pointing a finger at the table near the captain. <strong>"Tripple shot of your best spirits in any glass as long as its clean"</strong><br><br>Sitting opposite the captain the Navigator stretched. The captain seemed relaxed. <br><strong><br>"My gorgeous Captain... not that I mind being invited to anywhere you wish to spend your own time, and why your here is your buiness, which I feel honored to see a glimpse of ... but there was some wench dragged on board which you had tossed into the brig along side little Miss Princess. Care to reveal your plans for such ? Or are mysteries more suited to your current whim ?"</strong><br><br>The Captain didn't have to answer .. frankly Valery was expecting some mocking quick witted reply from the captain to suggest that Valery mind her own business .. but still you never knew. The captain was in a good mood... perhaps this could a rare occasion where she felt like indulging others interest a little. <br><br>When the shot of spirts arrived Valery swirled the honey-colored fluid in the oddly shaped glass then inhaled the fumes longingly with closed eyes. <br><br><strong>"Rum. Decent rum."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 16:38:17</strong>
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				The Captain smiles at the compliments "I keep my cards where they belong... close to my chest, where people who try to look get... distracted, hmm?" She chuckles and puffs out her breasts for a moment before settling back. "Oh... you will report to my cabin when we get back for... correction for being late."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 16:43:19</strong>
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				"Sounds scary" Valery looked at the Captain with mock fear.<br><br>But it wasn't mock fear. This captain was known to play games with anyone and everyone. The fact Valery may not leave alive - was very real. The captain could still navigate. Valery wasn't inexpendable. <br><br>Valery swirled her glass and laughed nervously... while staring directly at the Captains bust.<br><br>"But orders are order huh ?" the navigator felt like another drink and snapped her fingers twice indicating she wanted two more. Sure enough two were placed before her.<br><br>"Just to make sure you stay in a good mood.' The navigator moved one towards the captain. <br><br>"I feel that an investment could pay dividends" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 17:13:04</strong>
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				"Oh? Wine and dine me, eh?" She chuckles softly. "That may work... do you have a course? This... is far more important than you know... and you had <em>Damned well</em> better have told the Helmsman." She brushes her hair back, calming herself before she takes a sip of her drink and smiles again. "Sorry, darling... I'm a bit highly strung..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 00:41:52</strong>
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				Bell watched from the shadows across from the bar. She just knew there was little chance of her bringing in Captain Blood now, what with there being two of her loyal crew mates with her. She pouted, and watched a man leave the bar heading for the docks, an expression of evil intent playing subtle-like over his features. The dark bird on her shoulder rasped softly, a familiar face. Wanted then, Rook never forgot a face from the posted bounties, especially if they were big numbers.<br>A tilt of her head and the crow took off to follow The man down to the dock. Bell followed farther behind, keeping to the sides and shadows. Despite her casual position to not be seen, she strode confidently as though she was headed in this direction anyway. Even if the man did see her, there was nothing of her manner to suggest she were following him particularly. In her mind she went through the steps necessary to bring in such a target. To not arouse suspicion, to watch closely, and wait for him to lower his guard. So much easier when they were drunk, and though he'd just came from the tavern he seemed a lot less inebriated that she liked. Ah well, if all else failed, Flirt with disaster. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 14:48:58</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div>Catherine Montrose tested her chains for the umpteenth time. She had pins and needles in her legs and stamped her feet to circulate the blood. ‘Where is everyone she thought to herself?’ The only person she’d seen since being chained to the ceiling of this sewer was the curvaceous woman that had been brought in a short time ago and now lay sulking in a corner. She’d hardly spoken other than to tell Catherine that she was called Mary and had a common look about her. <br><br>Lady Catherine was in danger of falling asleep on her feet and tried to keep her mind active to prevent herself from falling. She’d not eaten for almost a day and her tight belly would be heard despite how rude it would appear. She’d so far managed to refrain from relieving herself, but knew shewould not be able to hold out indefinitely. Perhaps it was just as well that she was unable to reach the water, she mused to herself.<br><br>“Hey Guard!” She assumed that someone would be standing outside of the door, but why? Why would anyone need to guard two women in a locked room, one of whom couldn’t move and another who seemed not to want to? “I’d like to speak with your Captain” she called. <br><br>The initial terror had long since worn off, though would surely return should anyone have answered her cries, but her calls were answered with nothing but the creaking of the timbers. She attempted once more to squeeze an already scarred hand through its iron bracelet, cursing as she broke off one of her nails.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 14:59:01</strong>
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				He saw a woman (the navigator) walk off the ship and right by him, not even so much as giving him a look. He stared at the vessel for a few moments, looking it over as the gears in his head continued to crank and turn. <br><br>It didn't seem like anybody would be left on board right now. Even if their was, couldn't be more than a handful, and he liked those chances.&nbsp; So, with complete nonchalance, looking every bit like he belongs on that vessel, he walks right onto the boat and headed directly for what, he would soon discover, is the captain's cabin. <br><br>When he opens the door, he seemed mutely surprised to see a woman chained up in it. His lips twist slightly into a grin. "Hush, lass. Keep a low voice, eh?" He'd say, practically whispering the words, just barely loud enough for her to hear. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 15:08:59</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br>Now that someone had answered her call she was at a loss for what to say and feebly managed "Who are you?" summoning her reserves to add "I'd like to see the Captain, I don't think he knows who I am." Of course she realised at once how ridiculous she sounded.<br><br>Her eyes followed the man who seemed ill at ease and she finally completed a hat trick of ludicrous remarks with “What do you want?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 15:18:26</strong>
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				"Do me a good turn, lass, and I'll do you one. As it happens, I know the Captain...and I might just fetch her for ye, but first I need to know something from you." He talked casually with her, his confidence--something he possesses a frighteningly large quantity of-- quickly returning to him. This'll be easy.<br><br>He's half-tempted to threaten her into quietness, but decides that doing so would probably just provoke her into being louder... something that would not be good for what he is planning. "Do you happen to know if she has a private lil' treasury hidin' in here? Her personal treasures?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 15:29:53</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div>"<br>Sorry, A what?" Catherine was struggling to understand his thick accent, but quickly deciphered his words. "Her treasure? You're going to rob your captain" She laughed musically, soon correcting herself. "No not your captain."<br><br>"Help me escape and I'll show you wher the treasure is." Of course she had no idea whether there was any treasure, let alone where it would be, but saw him as an opportunity. "My father will reward you handsomely for my return. Surely more money than you could find beneath the floorboards of a pirate captain’s cabin." She saw the greed in his eyes and carefully walked a knife edge. <br><br>"Release me and I'll show you."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 15:33:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh, dear lass, it's not quite as simple as ye think." He said with a low laugh that he had to bite back. "True enough, she ain't me cap'n. But this isn't about the money. Not that I'm doubtin' ye...ye've got the look of a high born." <br><br>"Now, as I said. You tell me where it is, I take some of her things to make a point, and then I undo your bindings to put some salt in the wound, so to speak.&nbsp; Their's no negotiation here. Quickly, now... time's not exactly my friend at the moment." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 15:42:32</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div>"Chains first." Catherine spoke clearly and calmly "Do I look like an idiot?"<br><br>"Release me and I'll show you where she's hid the diamonds." Catherine could see the struggle going on in his mind, greed against common sense in almost perfect balance."There were rubies too. I should know they were mine before she stole them from me."<br><br>"You needn't worry, I could never out fight or out run a man like you. And afterwards, maybe I could think of another way to reward you." She raised an eybrow. Of course she didn't mean it, she'd run at the forst chance that she saw, and as for anything sexual with a common sailor, the thought repulsed her and yet excited her in a perverse way.<br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 15:52:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You know, it's funny. If I was in your position, I'd be sayin' much the same thing, lass." At this point, his voice, which had been calm, was starting to gain an edge of anger to it."And the thing of it all, is... I'd run the moment I was free. All ye gotta do is get to the dock, and you're home free. Can't touch ya without alerting the town guards." <br><br>He walked over to her, and looked her body over with a lecherous grin. "Hmm. I suppose you would count as treasure. She's more like then not to catch a fat purse for your hide. So if I take you right here..." He had moved behind her at this point, his rough hands slowly trailing along her back,&nbsp; coming down to her ass, which he'd grope harshly. "Then I've taken her treasure in a manner of speech, haven't I?" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 16:01:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His callused hands made her porcelain skin crawl as he drew his dirty finger nails over her back, rubbing her ass. "You wouldn't dare!" she spat defiantly, her own fiery temper running roughshod over good sense.<br><br>“My father would have your head!” She squirmed in a vain attempt to avoid his touch. Of course she realised he would have and the rogue’s head if he were not hundreds of miles away. <br><br>Catherine turned and lashed out with her foot, instantly regretting such an impulsive mistake.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 16:02:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bell watched the man board a ship and cursed. Rook was able to follow, unnoticed it seemed a black crow among the seagulls. From the shadow of the ship she listened for his signals, The rasping caws that told her what was happening. 'target entering' Strange, was this his ship? 'non-target present' Couldn't be, if it was his ship it would be a pirate vessel and all aboard fell into the category 'target'. She mimicked the crow, and he repeated that their was a non-target on board. Frowning she turned to board, "This I've got to see." She murmured as she strode onto the ship. Rook called an all-clear, landing in the rigging for the best view of the ship and the possible approaching owners.<br>Hugging the railings she kept close to the cabin walls pressing her ear against the wood to hear the conversation. A Captain's quarters? Ah, naughty little bounty, this wasn't his ship, he was just looking to stir more trouble against his name. She smiled as she debated with herself. Should she go in and take him now? Or wait, go and Tell the actual Captain of this ship and earn herself some gratuity? She'd need a ship for her next pirate hunt, this looked like a good opportunity, to earn herself just that. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 16:21:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"He'd have to take it, first." He remarks casually, showing absolutely no fear. When she lashes out with her leg, he's hit, but not too terribly; enough to anger him, not hurt him.&nbsp; He brought his hand backwards, and slapped her ferociously on the ass, creating a loud, resounding <strong>SMACK!</strong> <br><br>"Really, lass, you're in no position to be fighting.&nbsp; The more you do, the more it'll hurt you." He was not fully focused on just this woman in the cabin, though.&nbsp; He knew he was playing a dangerous game, and was paying close attention to what was happening outside the cabin. He did not want to get caught with his pants down (Literally) when the pirate captain returned. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 16:33:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Catherine Montrose<br><br>Catherine cired out but thick velvet gown cushioned the blow of his hand, though a dull ache promised a heavy bruise in the days to come. She knew the futility of fighting and was becoming increasingly fearful of him. She was totally in his power and she could think of no argument that would stay his hand should he choose to rape or kill her.<br><br>"I know of no treasure." she said at last. "Now go before the Captain returns." The chains were cutting at her wrists as she edged away.<br><br>He breathing was heavy; her breasts swelling inside her low corset wewre pushing upwards and threatening to break free themselves.<br><br>She looked defiantly at him, but inside she was trembling with fear
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 16:49:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary was too scared to speak. Who was this man? Could he help her escape? He spoke of the Captain selling the other girl...if that was true the same fate could befall her! She had to get off the ship before it sailed, else she might off at some slave market in some far off land.<br><br>With a quivering voice Mary spoke, "Sir, I am not here by choice. I am a prisoner and would like any help ye could give me to get off this wretched ship." She watched him for any sign that he may help her. She knew that she was in a bad position to bargain, but she knew she had to try!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 16:52:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bell listened intently, The 'non-target' was now obviously a hostage aboard the ship, from her clipped and refined speech, the bounty hunter would've bet money that she was an aristocrat. This was a Pirate ship for certain,&nbsp; but it wasn't the man's. In fact, She would double her bet on the hostage to say this was Captain Blood's ship. A dangerous game to be played here then. And she wasn't the only player, it seemed. <br>The trouble now would be...getting to the tavern where the Captain sat for interviewing crew, convincing her to get back to her ship, in time to catch this man in the act of spoiling her hostage. Or, wait till the man was mid-screw with the woman and come to her "rescue" bag the bounty, free the hostage, and possibly claim a reward for her safe return.<br>Ah, decisions, decisions. She signaled for Rook to watch for the activity inside, and fly to notify her should either make a run for it. And she crept down to the dock off the ship, she turned briefly a wicked idea in her skull, as she surveyed the gangplank, the only way on or off the ship.... With just a little effort she slid it from the ship onto the dock before her, cutting off any escape her bounty might try. Taking the board off was easy enough but she'd have to have some strong lad to help her put it back. "Trapped like rats, stay the ship, or quit into the sea, my dears. I'm sure the town guards will be all to happy to fish you out." She said it more to her self than any who might still be on board.She grinned savagely as she turned to sprint back to the tavern. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 16:59:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Catherine Montrose<br><br>Catherines gaze turned to the woman who had remained silent until now. She pitied the child who was clearly in less of a position to bargain than she. "Help us both to escape," she said simply "and I will see that you are well rewarded."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 17:05:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, if you help us off this ship. We will see you are well rewarded for your actions. We both would appreciate it very much. Now please don't delay. I don't know when the Captain and crew may return here." Mary spoke, hoping her words would spur him to action.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 17:06:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His attention was drawn away from the feisty woman he was busy tormenting towards the other woman (Mary), whom he stared at indifferently. "As I've said before, lasses, it's less about a reward and more about making a point to the cap'n of this vessel." As he spoke, all too casually, his hands would be trailing up along Catherine's stomach, towards her breasts, which he would free from her clothing, giving her a good hard grope as he did so. <br><br>"I don't trust you to make good on your offer, either. You high borns are lousy at keeping promises." He'd say to Catherine as he pinched at her nipples, his eyes moving back towards the shop keeper. "I'll let ye go if you tell me where the captain keeps her valuables." Although sincere sounding, one would be smart to doubt him. As a sociopath, he simply exhibits no signs, obvious or subtle, that he is lying. <br><br>The bounty hunter goes unnoticed for now, though she'd be sadly mistaken if she thought she'd trapped him.&nbsp; Henrik was nothing if not a tenacious person and good at improvising besides that. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 17:18:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				LAdy Catherine Montrose<br><br>Catherine turned her head away as the mans filthy hands crawled over her gown and with a ripping jerk tore the material to expose her breasts and small erect nipples. With a gasp she struggled weakly against him, unable to speak, her metal restraints biting into her wrists. A tickle of blood ran down her arm, but she felt only shame.<br><br>Even the mans insults failed to land on her normally volatile temper. She cried out as his nails dug into her tender nipples. A tear formed in her eye and ran down her cheek, but she remained aloof. "There is no treasure, or at least none that I know of," she said calmly, her firm breasts standing proud with her.<br><br>She stood waiting, unable to resist no matter what he decided and the tension in her body fell away at the realisation that there was absolutely nothing she could do.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 17:23:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bell upon reaching the tavern paused to string her many silver bells back into her hair and clothes. She took them out when she was on stalk but in any other situation they were as good as her walking resume. As a whole Gypsy's weren't to be fully trusted, but what was more was that they were good at what they chose to do. She sauntered into the building, the silver charms ringing a soft rhythm to her stride, "Who here's the Captain to the good ship <em>Phantom</em>?" She knew already, she could have picked the woman easily from any crowd. But best to not let on that she knew so much, or that she'd been stalking the Pirate Captain for the numbers on her head.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 17:24:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary gathered up all her courage and spoke again, "How do I know ye will keep your word and free me if I tell ye? I mean, you seem to take what you want, and don't care. The poor girl's bosom is a fine example of that. Now, if ye could give me some assurance I can trust you, ye got my help."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 17:28:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"You don't know. It's a gamble, to be sure." He says with a nod, continuing to fondle and just, in general, play with the poor, hapless captives' breasts. "As it is, my time is running short." His hands moved away from the breasts, moving down towards the Lady's thighs. His hands would slip up underneath her clothing, and without any fanfare whatsoever, yank down her panties to her knees. <br><br>"Now, hurry up, captive. You have all of five seconds to tell me what you know about what treasure might be on this ship, or the only thing you're getting is the chance to watch me have my way with this pretty little thing." Their is absolutely nothing at all in his manner or speech to indicate that he would not do exactly as he said he would. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 17:33:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary had been bluffing. She had no idea where the treasures he sought might be. But she couldn't just stand by and watch this woman be raped. Seeing a locked cabinet, she pointed to it. "Over there is what ye seek. I know not where she keeps the key. Now let her go and free us, as I did as you wanted and told you."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 17:37:44</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady catherine Montrose<br><br>Against her will her breasts responded to his course hands, though her eyes remained steadily focussed on his face as he tormented her, refusing to humilate herself by begging. He reached beneathe her skirts and the acidic taste of bile assailed her throat. He yanked her panties leaving the torn material about her knees. She considered spitting at him, but thought better of it.<br><br>"Be careful, " she warned the other woman. "He is as likely to slit your throat as look at you twice." but it was too late she'd already pointed to a cabinet.<br><br><br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 17:42:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stopped giving the Lady the unwanted attention as the Shopkeeper had pointed towards the cabinet. "Well, let's not get ahead of ourselves, shall we, ladies? First, I'll see what's inside there. If I like the contents, then I'll release you...if you're lying, I'll have to punish you, though." <br><br>With a grin that can only be described with words like 'malevolent' he went towards the cabinet that had been indicated. To hell with locks, he simply kicks at the damnable thing until the lock gives way or the wood splinters. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 17:44:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary gulped, hoping that her desire to help out another woman would not end up getting her killed. He seemed to be fearless, and the type that takes what he wants, no matter what. But it was too late to take her words back. For if she did, it may upset him even more. She found her legs becoming like jelly now, and her heart pounding in her chest. She watched as he approached the cabinet.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 20:44:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div>Catherine had didn't take her eyes from Mary as the man crossed to the cabinet and violently smashed the locks. She saw the panic in the girls' eyes and Catherine's head dropped. Of course she'd been bluffing; now his anger would be released and neither of them was in any position to object. <br><br>She braced herself, awaiting his outburst
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 21:38:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary sat there watching. She was hoping that someone would rush in the room and rescue them. But she knew all too well that was not likely to happen. She wished wasted in irons, and a chain attached from her irons to a bolt in the floor. It did allow her to move a little, but kept her from leaving. She knew the cabinet would soon be opened.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 11:48:38</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				With a thunderous crash, the wood splintered beneath his insistent kicks. When he made a sizable hole in the cabinet, he pushed in on it with his hands, and reached in, feeling around. He takes out a handful of precious and semi-precious gems, and with a grin, detaches a small (currently empty) leather pouch from his belt, and fills it with as many of the things as he can.&nbsp; He ties the pouch thoroughly, and tosses it up and down in his hands several time, looking pleased.<br><br>"Well, looks like you saved your friend." He'd comment to Mary. "But neither of you worked with me right from the get go. I'm not letting anybody go." He groped the high born Lady's ass a bit before moving towards the door. "But since I'm feeling in a charitable mood right now, I won't force myself on either of ye."<br><br>He opened the door, then closed it, and went to leave the boat...only to discover someone had moved the plank. Curses. Oh well, he's not going to let something like this stop him. He simply takes a running jump off the boat, and lands (on all fours) on the docks below. The pouch goes sliding away from him, but only a few inches. <br><br>After he recovers from this, actually a bit surprised he didn't go right through the wood, he picks up the pouch, gets back up onto his feet, and casually walks back towards the tavern. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 12:43:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br>Catherine turned sharply towards the thief, her face a blend of astonishment and relief. He seemed satisfied with his spoils and was content to simply grope her ass as he passed in his rush to escape before he was detected. She followed his fading footsteps on the deck above and then silence.<br><br>"Thank you," she breathed. "I'm so pleased you knew about those jewels." She watched the confusion in Mary's eyes and laughed. "So it was a bluff."<br><br>She looked down at her torn dress and exposed breasts "But we're no better off," she continued, adding to herself 'though I may have found a friend and ally'. She looked across at the splintered lock on the gaping cabinet, imagining how the captain would react on her return, before turning her gaze back to the frightened girl. "It would be best if the captain thought that I'd told him where to look; there's no telling what she'd do to you if she discovered the truth."<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 14:57:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes, it was a bluff and luckily for me...I mean us it worked out. Hopefully someone will rescue us before we set sail." Mary said as her eyes took in the woman's beauty..."I don't want to get you in trouble, why don't we say he did it on his own".
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 15:46:47</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br>Catherine nodded, she'd rarely had the chance to mix with those of a lower caste, but could see that she'd missed a great opportunity. That Mary would voluntarily put her own safety at risk to help a stranger, and worse still a stranger from a different world, touched her deeply.<br><br>"Then we'll keep this to ourselves." she agreed. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ophelia Jaxon</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 22:58:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Glory had her ears open. She was a cook at the pub the Captain Blood had made her resting spot. As soon as the woman hears tell that a captain needed a crew, Glory was on her feet, putting a cloth down and turning off a dirty oven. She walked out of the kitchen and enquired as to whom it was looking for a crew. The man she asked laughed, muttered something about the seas being no place for a woman, but pointed out the captain.<br><br>Taking a deep breath before hand, Glory headed over. "Excuse me...Captain?" she said in a half-shy tone. "I hear you are in need of a crew, I am very good in the kitchen and cleaning departments if you will give me the chance. I won't be any trouble at all."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 23:14:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The Captain looks up, quirking an eyebrow. "Awfully forwards aren't you? Not going to wine and dine me first? Free drinks and ease me in? Nah... never mind... I like a woman with a... free mind..." She licks her lips. "Take a seat... looks like you just resigned from working here anyway. You're lucky I'm a sucker for a pretty face, sweetheart..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 23:28:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Luck held for fair Astrid though she'd never admit it was so, as she walked down the crowded shadowed street to the pub the man had mentioned. Oh no not to her, to talk to her was a gift, he'd been boasting to a friend, rather deep in his cup that he saw a ship come into port called the phantom and laughed at the spooky name then went on to describe the woman who'd come off the boat.<br><br>Astrid had stayed long enough to hear the man say the woman went to a rough and tumble bar known for it blind eyes. Astrid had smiled hearing it a cold look that looked dangerous on such an innocent face. Hand resting with easy comfort of the hilt of her sword she entered the pub swept her eyes over the room.<br><br>She had no problem recognizing the woman she stood out from the rest. Surrounded by people one might have hesitated to approach her. Astrid wasn't one of those people. She cut threw the crowd ignoring all as if they were nothing to her, until they proved other wise they were.<br><br>She reached the captains table and her dark unreadable eyes met those of the captain, a captain's who's very name scared most into their beds, who's renowned on the sea made her a name of stories. Some how Astrid had been expecting more then the beautiful woman who seemed to be in a flirtatious mood. "Blood," She said with a nod of respect resting her hand on her hip, "Is it true?" she asked.<br><br>She'd heard a rumor several days back that blood had taken over the ship then dumped the entire crew off with intentions of recruiting an entirely new crew loyal only to her. If it was true Astrid was more then willing to join. She itched to be off land to taste the sea air and be free once more. Blood may very well be her shining ticket out of here.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 23:42:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh yes... completely true... the muffin man <em>does</em> live on Drury lane." She chuckles sweetly, gazing at the newcomer with heavenly blue eyes. "Is what true? Please... I find myself intrigued... do tell me what may or may not be true... I fear I may not be able to get on with my life until I know!" She puts on a mock worry, smirking slightly. "Forgive my wicked tongue, do carry on... ask and thou shalt receive."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 23:53:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Astrid didn't laugh nothing betrayed the amusement she felt in dealing with the woman save a slight twitch of her lips that morphed into her customary smirk. "It would seem you wouldn't be able to, if what the wagging tongue say is of fact." The young brunette said smoothly.<br><br>With out being given permission the young girl pulls up a chair and sits taking a moment o cross her legs and brush back her unruly curls before speaking again, "They say you here to pick up a new crew after depositing that last lot with the understanding you'd no longer be in need of their survives." She said lightly raising her hand and twitching her fingers at a passing girl, a meaningful look to the girl brought her scurrying back with a small tumbled of amber liquid.<br><br>"So on this fine morning." She traced her fingertips around the lip of the glass her voice dripping with sarcasm, "weather or not they say is true. Are you looking for a new crew aboard the Phantom?" she asked lifting the glass and taking the shot relishing the burn that trailed down her throat and settled in her stomach being just the slightest flush to her ivory toned skin.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 00:03:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh <em>that</em>... true as the north star." She smiles and drains her tankard, eyeing the woman up. "You seem fairly prepared for life on board... seem fit enough... Welcome aboard the Phantom... stick with me and I guarantee you'll be rolling in gold and loose people of either gender."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 00:12:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Charming" She said her smirk somewhat forced till her eye slipped away from from the captain to the others around the table now with her business concluded she took the time to notice the two other females and and one male seated there as well. <br><br>"It seems you've already been hard at work, who are these charming people." she asked her curiosity getting the better of her. She normally didn't talk so much, something they would all learn quite soon for now though it would see she was more interested in learning about the people she'd just committed herself to be surrounded with then keeping her own counsel. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 00:18:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zame rounded the corner making his way onto the docks, noticing a large man jump from the deck of a ship a pouch visible. "Wonder what he was doing?" Zame began following him keeping a distance, his steps silent. "<em>Couldn't be part of the ship's crew, or he would have used a plank or a rope to get done. Doesn't really matter, he must have something good in that pouch.</em>" A smile crept over his face, "<em>Mark found, I've been needing good meal</em>" Zame began thinking about how to snag to pouch from the large man, the usually bump wouldn't likely work.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 01:21:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				No, a bump and grab on Henrik was likely to earn Zame a dagger buried in his throat, and a quick, but messy death. Their's a palpable aura about the man that most noticed, and which usually kept people at bay. Even though he made no overt threatening maneuvers or gestures, their was just something about his look. He moved in an almost predatory fashion, with his crazy eyes half-feral...to say nothing of the fair growth of beard on his face, when the style of most men these days was to keep their face as smooth as a baby's bottom.<br><br>He was drawing closer to the pub that the Captain and others were in now, the pouch kept in his left hand, pressed against the side of his leg. He couldn't wait to see the look on Blood's face when he calmly gave her the treasure and informed her that he'd bumped up from being a vagrant to being a thief, and a jolly knifeman besides that. <br><br>Still, as much as his head might be swimming with what if's, he maintains a firm grip on the area around him. He was very alert; it was a result of his lifestyle, often staying out in the wilderness without a genuinely safe shelter to call home, and without anybody to watch his back. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 04:46:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fine ignore me," Bell muttered annoyed. scooting into a stool by the bar she knocked For a shot "Red rum" she was addicted to the stuff. Rook flew in through the tavern doors landing high in the rafters rasping the warning that he target was on the move, toward her. "He's coming back to the bar? Ballsy little bastard isn't he?" She murmured the comment and frowned into her suddenly empty shot glass. <br>People were starting to turn up to speak to Blood, The bounty hunter narrowed her eyes in irritation, she wasn't given a second glance despite having called out for the Captain of the <em>Phantom</em> Surely the...<em>Dear Captain</em>... knew the name of her own ship to be interested how a lass like her would know it. She rolled her eyes "Ignored and underestimated...story of my life." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 05:47:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zame continued to follow the man despite not having a decent plan to lift the pouch. "seems to be heading to the tavern, I'm gonna need to get him to let go of the pouch" Zame usually would lift a mark easily, but most targets aren't held both in a hand and against a leg. "maybe the tavern holds my key to the pouch"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 05:59:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Who knows. The contents of the pouch probably weren't in the thief's future, but if he doesn't try...well, then he's not much of a thief, is he?<br><br>Unaware of the one following him, he entered into the tavern, and stood still a moment, assessing the situation. Seems like quite a few more people had gotten drawn in by Captain Blood. This actually works in his favor, he decides, as he heads towards the table. He throws the tied shut pouch onto the table, in front of the Captain. "I've upgraded from vagrant, Captain. Tell me if the contents don't make you reassess my value."<br><br>While confident that this ploy will work, he is also well aware that this could have a rather... nasty end. One looking at him would notice that his right hand was resting on the grip of a sheathed dagger. One paying <em>close</em> attention may notice that his left hand, upon tossing the pouch, casually withdrew a throwing knife, and it was held. This movement, however, is <em>very subtle,</em> and more likely to go unnoticed than seen. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 06:09:06</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Astrid's gaze had been on that of the young bell clad girl who seemed a little miffed until the man entered the bar. Used to relaying heavily on some of those extra senses about people she'd picked up being a slum child her eyes were drawn to the man and her guard went up immediately. The subtly friendliness she'd eluded only a moment before vanished and in it's wake a cold calculating looked that measured the man's ever move.<br><br>She cared little for what he said to her new captain, obviously he was trying to make a point of some kind, not that she cared. No what drew her attention was the hand he kept on his dagger and the subtle flash of something in his other hand that while she didn't get a clear view of was probably another weapon.<br><br>Astrid's internal alarm already gently telling her of possible danger went up another notch and her hand slid into the grip of her rapier. The man oozed menace and danger, if he thought his actions might provoke a fight she'd be ready, but besides the slights shifting back of her seat so she could easily gain her feet and the grip on the hilt of her blade her body language said nothing of fear or even excitement only intense interest in what was about to happen. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 06:21:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zame followed into the tavern, taking in his surroundings, he notices the man address a woman and hold weapons. "This just might be my chance, if only I had some minor bomb or a hard drunk would work too." Zame took a seat at the bar and listened to the conversation between the man and the woman. "Bartender, Whiskey" quickly his drink was brought. Taking the drink Zame turned to face the people within the tavern.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 08:51:15</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bell turned slowly and leaned against the bar a re-fill on her rum in one hand, Rook rasped from the rafters. The keen eye of the crow riveted to her target's movements. She spared a glance to the young man sitting at the bar with her..."Your demeanor screams thief anymore, and you'll have to gag it for fear of waking the dead." she threw her voice as she drank, keeping it soft enough to only reach him. She grinned into her glass, She wasn't interested in small-change like him. Not with so many other bigger targets in the room. <br>The Target had his hand to his weapons and Bell kept herself well relaxed, her throwing knives were well loosened and ready to throw at the slightest movement. Her grin turned wicked, ah, How she had missed these tense moments, walking a razor's edge. Of such things was life made.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 09:12:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Captain looks in the pouch, glancing up with a quirked eyebrow before clapping slowly. "Well... you have guts, I'll give you that... welcome aboard guvnor... but I warn you... touch my property again and I'll strew those fine guts of yours across the deck, am I understood?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 09:19:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zame came up with a decent plan to both distract the man and run off with the loot. Taking another drink, he heard the girl talk about him. judging from the voice, he assumed it was the girl next to him, "Damn, you just screwed with my whole plan, maybe. Least I don't have to put on an act now, I was gonna offer you some coin to perform a small task for me." Zame turned in the stool to face the bar, looking over at the girl "I was gonna see if I could get you to talk some of the more drunk patrons in here to fight the larger man over in the corner." Zame pointed quickly over at the large man talking to a captain. "But, since you know I'm a thief you might not want to help. Though gypsies aren't absent minded when it comes to thievery." It was fairly obvious to Zame a women who could throw her voice, a strange talent unless there was a need for it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 12:42:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aye, Cap'n. You have my word I won't." As with everything he says, if he is lying, Henrik does not show any signs of it.&nbsp; That's the thing about sociopaths and lying. About the only way to catch them in the act is to irrefutably prove that they're lying with facts. "And as much as your other treasures might have been threatened, I didn't harm them at all." Their was the slightest bit of a grin at her. "You have good taste, Cap'n."<br><br>"Henrik's the name, and I'll hold a knife to Death's throat himself if I've got reason to." Because the table was finding it too full for comfort, he chose instead to keep standing, moving so that his back was against a wall. His right hand moved away from his dagger, but the left stayed in position, though he adjusted himself in such a way as to make it look natural for his hand to be there. He kept a close watch not only on the crew closest around him, but also on the other denizens of the tavern. His manner now is quite hawk-like. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 13:23:08</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				After a few minutes Mary looked over at the other woman, "Looks like he is not coming back to free us. Not that I really thought he would. But a girl has to hope, otherwise she might as well resign herself to her fate. I wish I could help cover what a man ought not see until ye married. He should of at least covered you up so whoever walks in the door doesn't see your bosom and bare ass. But then if he was a gallant man her would have freed us, I suppose. By the way, my name is Mary and you are...?
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 14:33:33</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lady Catherine Montrose<br><br>Catherine could not fail to warm to the young woman with her gentle ways and thoughts. She reminded her of a young housemaid called Jayne that worked for her her father "I hope you're right about him. But as to my current plight, I would have been in much deeper water had you not intervened." The girls manner and speech brought a smile to Catherine's face. "I owe you so much more my thanks Mary and will not forget your kindness."<br><br>Lady Catherine did something very strange, she dropped all of her upper class self-importance, her airs and graces and her Title.<br><br>"Call me Catherine" <br><br>Not wanting to frighten Mary any more than she clearly was she held her final thoughts to herself. They were prisoners on board a pirate ship, no doubt soon to be filled with desperate rogues and murderers. If she come out of this nightmare with no more harm than exposing herself to a common thief, then she'd walk away happy.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 18:09:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bell chuckled Her true voice was soft and childish, much like her looks. Given the chance few would guess her ruthless occupation.&nbsp; "You would have a slip of a chit like me fight that grizzly dog?" She had been planning to anyway but the Idea of this young man - possibly no older than herself - To take the true estimate that she could actually prevail against any of these tavern folk. She smirked, the idea amused her. "Lucky you, I've a soft spot for pickpockets. I wager your after the sack of gems? Might I caution you that it would be unwise to proceed?" She kept faced away from the bar, keeping voice low, as she surveyed all her possible targets. <br>Tilting her head to face him openly she nodded her head in the direction of the growing pirate crew. "The dog just went and allied his self with the Pirate Captain, Blood. with her growing crew chances are if I jumped him, and you dove for the bag, we'd both end up dead tonight. I for one am looking forward to my next birthday, how about you?" Despite her words her expression was wicked and challenging, watching how he would take the information. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 18:22:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Nice to meet you Catherine, although I wish it was under better circumstances." Mary said, "someone should be coming by soon, since they do need to feed us. Hopefully we will be able to get off the ship before it leaves port. If not, well we will just have to make the best of it..at least we will have each other.I would hate to go on a journey alone."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 18:32:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br>Catherine nodded, "You'll always have a friend on board as long as I'm here." She considered trying to squeeze her hand through the chain again, but thought better of it. "What are you doing here Mary? For my part it's quite simple, The ship upon which I was travelling was taken and I expect that they want to have a little fun before either selling me back to my father or throwing me overboard." Another thought struck her and she added "Or selling me to on to someone else, I've heard that slavers operate in these waters."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 19:35:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary gasped."I...I hope your father can afford to pay your ransom. I would hate to see you. tossed overboard and end up being lunch for the sharks. I don't want to even think of being sold as a slave would be like. But they might do that, you are a very beautiful woman. I can see that."<br><br>Mary paused for a moment and then continued, "As for me, I overcharged the Captain of this ship for dupplies. I needed the money to pay off some debts. So I can't pay her back. I just hope she doesn't sell me to get her money back!" Mary shuddered at the thought. "I hate to even think about what kind of fun they might want to have with us."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 19:46:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br>"There's no use worrying about things over which we have no control" she smiled reassuringly.<br><br>"Whether my Father pays or not, there is worse ahead I fear and yet I will not think about it until it is certain"<br><br>"As for your debt - I'll promise to settle that and double the captains losses if she is willing to deal with me. But I would not build up my hopes - it appears that her reputaion may require some form of retibution for your dishonesty." She sighed "but we shall see.!
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 21:08:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary smiled, "Thank you for your generous offer to help me out Catherine. I will pay you back. I promise. I agree there is no point on worrying about the future of things that I have no control over....still I can't help myself thinking about it."<br><br>Mary paused, and then sat down rattling her chains as she.did so."I hope we get to eat soon I starting to get hungry. How about you?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>02-06-2011, 21:24:33</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Zame continued to drink his whiskey,"Soft spot for pickpockets." he began laughing to himself "Don't confuse me with a lowly pickpocket, I'm a professional. Though the pouch may be out of reach at this point, unless . . . " A strange thought went through his head "No, no, no. I don't want to do that. I don't want to deal with a pirate crew." Zame took a breath and relaxed then took another drink. "Oh well, I don't live for my next birthday. My next large job is what I live for. Tell me something, you've figured out why I'm here. Tell me why your here, can't be for just a drink."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 04:13:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bell smiled brightly "Smart buck you are. Or else half so smart anyway." She commented. How to tell the Thief she was here to drag criminals bodily to the gallows with out spooking the poor lad? Her shot was empty again, she taped for a refill. "Why not? I'm here for my Job, similar to you...though perhaps the straddle of the law rather than it's wrong side. Though I wouldn't worry were I you, I don't go after lowly pickpockets." her expression turned wicked. She had started her career catching the low thieves. Many of her bells mementos from the petty criminals she'd seen in the noose, she would still go after them if she had nothing better to do. "Though, Did I hear you say you were a pro thief? Or perhaps that was idle boasting?" She reclaimed her drink, teasing him for his indiscretion. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 06:26:00</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I see, law side of my goal? You sound like a bounty hunter." Zame emptied his glass, and set it back on the bar. "Determining if it's boasting or not, is now up to your interpretation. How do you plan to accomplish your goal?" Looking around the room "I don't need a bounty hunter on my tail, though a lass like you could chase me if was outside of business" Zame didn't drink too often, and never had more then one glass. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 17:10:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">Valery &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=108424.msg4708817#msg4708817)<br></div><br>Suddenly a few more appeared about the Captain, to which Valery let play out while drinking her second glass of rum. Stolen from her own treasurely ? That was cheeky. Even still a few more appeared in the tavern. All seemed a strange mix of hard people, serious people, driven people and a scattering of others. It was getting crowded.<br><br><strong>"Captain if we are taking prisoners we should leave soon. Their occasionally pleas to escape will be heard. Its just a matter of time before sometihng happens if we linger. Bssides - the weather is due to change in two hours. IF we can catch the storm and ride it all the past Moon-fish island within days, we wait longer and its weeks. If we still intending to catch a few fat Merchant ships of the silk traders. We have to leave soon."<br></strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 00:12:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Carter Jacobson (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=108424.msg4708928#msg4708928) was tucked up under a canvas used to hold down supplies and that on the ship. As he rolled over and snuggled a little closer to the crate , his flask of whiskey empty . Part of his brain swore he heard some damsel in distress crying out ..but somehow he just incorporated it in his dream. As he ripped her jewels from her neck and tore at her dress . Indeed in his dreams he was all powerful . Moaning as he turned again ...giving the high and mighty lady a good shove into position on her knees as he gripped her hair and yanked that pretty little head back . <br><br>Smiling as she cried out for help ...oh no your going to , tears will not help you now .&nbsp; As his dream continued and the young street urchin continued to slept off his drunk state. Every so often turning and flopping about ...other than that he was clearly dead to the world . His physical appearance nothing like that of the man he became in his dreams . Finally she was silenced as his enormous cock drove down deep into the royal ladies throat ...oh yes this is what dreams were for . Even his manhood had increased in size . The smile on his face grew . 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 22:58:34</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Bell tilted an eyebrow at the thief, the sod was already near begging to be brought in. She could just see how easy a catch he would be, and not the first to be double crossed in such a way. "Accomplishing my goal is harder with each passing minute." She ladled her voice with mild frustration. She had little enough time to accomplish a set for her stalk, without flirting with the charming thief. But an idea had formed in the pit of her brain, and her wicked smile flashed before she called out tauntingly to the Captain Blood. "Ye're putting together quite the Crew, m'Lady. Anyplace special your intending to drag these poor sods?" She set the empty shot down beside her on the bar before she continued just as if not more so impudently than before. "Say somewhere good and I may e'en consider joining ya." 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>04-06-2011, 23:12:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Oh... We're sailin' for a strait between fortune an' glory." She grins bleakly. "It's not my style to brag and boast... but neither do I lie... you'll come out of this venture with enough loot to retire."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 03:27:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Fortune an Glory" Zame pulled out a coin and rotated it through his fingers, joining the had been an idea to get at the pouch. Fortune appealed to the thief, flipping the coin and grabbing it in the air on its return fall. "Hey captain, count me in. I aim for Fortune!" shouting out the captain in an encouraged voice. Zame set the coin on the bar to pay for his drink, he stole money not drinks. "When do you sail? Captain" The word he would have to get used to using.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 23:30:49</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Retire? At my age? Now I doubt any o'that will happen. Still, Glory's not a bad place to be, so I hear." She reached up and drug her fingers through her hair absently as though still debating her decision. "I may as well tag along then." With a whistle Rook was down from the rafter's alighting on her shoulder. "You got you'self a JOAT Captain," she stood, offering her open hand to seal the deal. "Name's Bell, Ma'am, mercenary and Jack-of-all-trades."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 01:09:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"What a charming crew your gathering Captain" Astrid said idly picking a piece of lint from her pristine clothing, "If you don't mind I have a wish to see the ship before we cast off, I shall be aboard." She said easily not waiting to be excused as one would expect instead rising from her seat with easy grace. She flipped her hair over her shoulder and with a parting glance to everyone around her, her future crew mates she gave a half smile that was more akin to a superior smirk and walked from the room leaving the smoky interior of the pub behind.<br><br>She took a deep breath of the cool clean air relieved to be out of the confining space and away from the rag tag bunch Blood seemed to be gathering around her, "This'll be interesting." She said to herself and amused light in her eyes and as ran her fingers threw her hair and headed for the dock. The ship was no shining jewel, many were more beautiful, had nicer lines, cleaner shape, but none held the hint of menace the Phantom seemed to emit. Astrid couldn't help but smile the ship called to her as clearly as if she was meant for it.<br><br>The gangplank was missing from the side of the ship, moved out of place it would seem, puzzling the young girl. A few men were about and with a charming smile and a few flattering words they set the thing to right allowing her to board. Stepping foot on the ship felt like coming home. It'd been too long since she'd been to sea and suddenly the impulse to be gone was over whelming. She crossed the deck to the far side, heels clicking on the hard wood boards as she leaned against the railing and smiled knowing soon she'd be once again part of the world she loved.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 04:03:43</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Several were making preparations to be on board, to which the navigator was thankful. What often put all in a bad mood was when the ship didn't catch the winds which would make the&nbsp; e journey easier. Hopefully more would. The cook looked cute, frankly a lot of those expressing interest in joining the motley crew did. It helped. For long voyagers it often did. Still for the moment the navigators place was near the captain. Whatever the captain was planning for this time had to be seen to before she would move. hopefully it was just recruiting, but if it was something else Blood likely would want someone else to manage it for her.<br><br>Still time was passing and the navigator was getting nervous. Glances outside confirmed the time wh<br>ich had passed, a good one could tell the time of day from knowing season and the shade of the suns colors, valery was one of them. So was the Captain. If she was lingering so later it muts be important. Or she was trying to make a statement. Valery didnt like such secrets when a lot of wealth balanced on good timing. And soon her anxiety showed. Valery began to get figity, and began to scratch at itches which didnt exist 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 08:29:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				“Shh” Catherine hissed to Mary, cocking her head on one side.”There’s someone on deck!”<br><br>She’d heard voices and a clattering as if something was being lifted on board followed by a single crack as Sailors boots hitting the deck broke the gentle but eerie creaking of the timbers. It was as though the new arrival was soaking up the atmosphere, perhaps they were new to the sea or more likely an old sea dog returning after a long spell on shore. Steps clicked noisily across the deck and then all was still. Catherine held her breath, even the ship befell silent on the turning tide. <br><br>Hanging by chains in the Captain's cabin Catherine imagined, with both dread and excitement, that perhaps the crew was returning, no doubt drunk and boisterous. Perhaps it was the rogue that had already molested her, returning to finish what he started. She glanced down at her torn dress and firm youthful breasts, realising the temptation they presented and once again strained her ears for signs of life above.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 13:22:08</strong>
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				Mary voice became quiet as she listened. While she obviosly needed someone to help her and Catherine to escape, having the weong person or persons on the ship could spell trouble for them. Not that they could do much about!<br><br>Still, it was just a few voices which was a good sign. If they were many, it might mean the whole crew was returning to the ship and they were going to sail, and their booties would be pirate's booty! Her eyes darted between Catherine and the doorway as they waited.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 17:04:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The captain drains her drink and smiles. "Finish up sharpish, we move at first light, whether you're on board or not." She stands, exiting with an air of complete nonchalance. As she slips through the town she feels a tug at her belt, in one move she turns and grabs an unfortunate pickpocket's wrist, twisting it painfully behind his back. "You're lucky I'm in a good mood, sweetie..." She kisses his cheek and snaps his wrist casually before stepping towards the docks. She slips up the gangplank and into her cabin, locking the door behind her with a smirk "Well now, my lovelies... alone at last...."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 17:28:44</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br>Catherine regarded the Captain with a defiant look, her breasts still exposed following her encounter with the thief.<br><br>"What do you want with us?" She demanded. It was a stupid question, but had to be asked. <br><br>The captain's breath smelled of rum, but her eyes fer focused and sober. Catherine had never felt so intimidated by anyone before in her short life.<br><br>"What do you want?" she repeated timidly as one already beaten.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 18:27:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary gulped seeing the Captain entered her cabin. The way she looked at her let Mary know she was on trouble, and the words "alone at last" caused her to look down to avoid the captain's piercing eyes.<br><br>She was almost afraid to hear her answer to Catherine's question. Mary's legs felt weak and she was almost trembling in fear. She just wished this was all a dream, but she knee her nightmare was all too real.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 19:09:30</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				A few moments after the Captain departed, Henrik, former highwayman, left after her. It was prudent that he check out the ship more thoroughly...not to find treasure this time, but rather, to familiarize himself with it. That and to claim a&nbsp; bed/bunk/hammock/nook or cranny below deck to claim as his sleeping area. <br><br>He catches sight of the unfortunate pickpocket, and the way the captain deals with it. He might actually be a bit impressed by that ruthlessness.&nbsp; <br><br>As he saw the captain disappear into her cabin, and he went down below deck to poke around and 'explore', so to speak, he prepared himself, just in case the captain took exception to what little he did to the one high-born woman, or the smashed cabinet. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 13:58:32</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The moment the Captain indicated that she had done recruiting and had given the order for all to board at the first opportunity Valery let out a sigh of relief... Valery strode back onto the ship with the grace and ease only its owner could afford. <br><br>Along the way an unfortunately pick pocket found the Captain. It left with a broken wrist. Most would either perish - or be scared for life or had their hand removed. Indeed the "unfortunate" was more fortune than he would know, not that the child would think so.<br><br>Valery gave the child two golden coins "One to see its set properly by a trained healer - the other to beg for an artisan to take you under their wing." not that the child seemed to be paying anything other than his wrist attention. Still the good deed was done even if it wasn't fully followed up by others. Not that Valery cared really, she was selfish but deeply superstitious also. Good deeds on dry dock before launch.&nbsp; It was a round about way in Valery's mind for accumulating luck - its simple as that.<br><br>Once most had boarded Valery looked about to see if all the preparations were coming together. They seemed to be.<br><br>(OOC: btw do we have a skipper ? (skipper shouts low level orders ... captain gives orders to the skipper, navigator just tries to make sure they dont get lost doing so )<br><br>Sails were being retrieved and hauled out the mast. Ropes checked, tightened, exchanged. the ships desk looked more like a kicked ants nest than anything wooden. The last of the food supplies was being hastely moved and bound to the right places below deck.<br><br>Valery could felt her breath returning properly now and cast her eyes to the horison.<br><br><strong>"To Moon-fish Island then ! The sea-silk stretch be a'waiting ! "</strong> she yelled - for no reason really <br><br>then murmoured .. <strong>"Hmm I like silk."</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Revolutionist</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 14:51:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Finally he voyage was going to begin. James thought happy, before necking his 19th pint. He stood up grabbing two bottles of rum and followed the captain, ignoring the weak pick pocket and his feeble attempt of trying to lift some of the captains belongings. His wrist broken for his troubles. He saw the navigators act of kindness. He seemed in different to it. Should the boy deserve kindness after trying to pick a pocket? Well who knew, James was never one for judging men. Only killing them. <br><br>He made his way upto the ship heading to the top deck, looking over at the ship. It was a beautiful sight. Oh how he he missed the ship and couldn't wait to set sail once more and ride the waves. He opened a bottle of rum and sat opposite the helm of the ship, watching some of the crew work. The navigator seemed to be in high spirits.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 16:47:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The captain smiles sweetly at her captives, the smile innocent and kind. "If you are good... we can have fun together, the two of you and I... but you must be hungry after telling the the thief where to find my booty, yes?" She smiles again, her eyes twinkling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 17:02:01</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br>Of course the captain knew that someone had told him. To go to one cabinet and leave the rest of the room untouched. Catherine took a deep breath; she would not let Mary suffer for her selfless act.<br><br>“I guessed and he was lucky enough to find a pouch of jewels.” she said softly, “He was about to rape me and I would have told him the sun rose in the west if that is what he wanted to hear.” She turned to face the Captain. Catherine was ravenous, but would not appear weak before her captor. “Give the girl something to eat, but I have no appetite.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 17:13:48</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary wondered what the Captain meant when she said that they could have fun together. If a man had said that to her, she would understand as they would be leering at her chest when they spoke. <br><br>But the words Catherine spoke distracted her. She was impressed that a woman she barely knew would do that for her. Still was it right for Mary to get fed, while Catharine is punished. Mary struggled with her desire to eat and be freed, against her desire to do what is right. Finally she blurted out, "No, we both helped him. He would have raped both of us if we hadn't!"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 17:32:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"I am not angry...&nbsp; and punishment may be apportioned at a later time, my lovelies... but not now, my spirits are high. Now... Let me fetch you some tack from my chest." She goes to her private room and comes out with four of the solid biscuits, beginning to try and feed two to Catherine in small bites, giving her nicest smile to the woman and looking at her bare breasts. "beautiful..." she breathes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 17:42:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary gulped hearing that they may be punished later. But that is not totally unexpected, since she was brought here and put in irons, she knew that she was not being invited for afternoon tea. Still hearing that the punishment would possibly be later meant that she would be sailing on the ship!<br><br>She watched as the Captain fed Catherine. She seen how her eyes drank in her beauty, and made no effort to cover her up. She knew that her chances were slim but she had to try..."Please Captain, I know I did wrong to you. But I will lose my job if I don't report to work. May I ask for your mercy to be released?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 17:55:21</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br>Catherine begrudgingly accepted the foodand the Captain seemed to enjoy feeding her as she would feeding nuts to a pet marmoset. The biscuit was hard and dry, but the Captain took great pains to break them into dainty pieces, slipping each one into her mouth and letting her fingers linger upon Catherine's full lips.<br><br>"Thank you, Captain" her voice barely audible as the woman's eyes feasted on her flesh. Catherine was unable to cover herself and made no move to back away. "May I have a little water?" she asked.<br><br>Her heart bled for Mary as she begged for her freedom, Catherine wanted to beseech the captain to release her but knew her pleas would fall on deaf ears. Instead she attempted to protect her as best she could. "The girl is innocent," she said softly so that only the Captain could hear, "you may do as you please with me, but I beg you not to harm her."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 18:14:58</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bell had her hip flask filled with her choice red rum before departing the bar. If they were to sail at first light then she still had a few hours for last-minute chores in town. There she bought a few packs of jerked meat, and casually started to circulate the tale that Sylvia Vexinata was back aboard a pirate ship. It figures rightly in her mind that the Captain Blood didn't recognize the name "Bell" every other gypsy on shore had "bell" or "Belle" in their name somewhere. But "Sylvia" would have carried her reputation, such as it was, as a Church's Dog and bounty hunter. She pooled the rest of her silver back into her pouch, she didn't fear pick pockets or thieves...aside from them not generally targeting gypsies, she targeted them. A darling thief, that tried to take her coin just made her job easier, speeding his way into prison where she'd collect the general bounty for thieves.<br><br>The dock called and she wished to get at least semi-settled in before the ship would cast-off. Smirking seeing the gang-plank was back in place, she boarded the ship nodding a friendly bright-eyed greeting to those she recognized from the tavern. Below deck she stored her sea-bag taking out one of the packs of jerked meat to feed her crow. She climbed her way up into the rigging, savoring the land-breeze and the superior view of the ship and surrounding docks. Like any height-inspired acrobat, she was far and again more at home above the ground. Rook landed beside her, excepting small tidbits of the jerked meat she offered him, having made himself quite at home in the aptly named 'crow's nest'.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 18:34:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He watched Bell from one darkened corner of below deck as she settled her things in one spot. Henrik felt kind of lucky that he didn't have anything that wasn't on him. Leaving it down here could be a bad idea. He's not tempted to investigate her things right now, though. It would pay better for him to not risk causing problems right from the get go.<br><br>He'd instead follow her back up topside, listlessly pursuing her.&nbsp; Though she climbed upwards, he remained on the deck, staring up at her. "You're an interesting one, lass." It was rare to see a woman that wasn't as helpless as those captives in the Captain's cabin, and it intrigued him. "What's your reason?" Possibly, he meant, for her being here. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 19:34:53</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Rook Rasped at the man who had the gall to follow her, the same one she had been following earlier. She grinned down at him reclining against the loose rigging "Reason?" she giggled lightly at the question, "Didn't know I needed one." Now this was amusing, she seemed to have caught his interest. Rook finished his meat and took off into the higher beams and sails of the ship. Her target-man was a threatening one no doubt, but she wasn't one to give much credit to intimidation, if she were she'd have been dead long ago in her line of work, by other men or wild beasts one. "And who are you? That you should ask me?" Might as well put a name to the face and number. She was sure to still have his poster among her things... She inwardly thrilled to think the reaction he might have to find that she'd been hunting him, among many others of the crew who's heads she had been charged to find. She made a mental note to move her effects where they'd be in constant sight of her crow. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 19:39:13</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Didn't say you did, now did I?" He rolled his eyes slightly. "Cocky little runt, ain't'cha?" He said with a laugh as he completely brushes off her question, and apparently, loses all interest in her. He just wanders off towards one side of the ship, hands on the railing, staring out at the sea.&nbsp; <br><br>If the bounty hunter was astute with her observation of him, she'd note that his position still allows him to see her out of the corner of his eye, and that's what he's doing; watching her, even if he appears to be staring out at the sea, probably thinking about what's to come in the next weeks. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 19:58:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bell had to bite the inside of her cheek to suppress the urge to laugh at this man, simply she spoke to his retreating back "No you didn't and, yes...yes I am." higher, she would go higher, up into the rigging the towering heights of the main mast. He was watching her still, he didn't look it but she could feel his eyes on her. What an excellent plan this was, if nothing else she wouldn't be bored. she settled atop the topsail a good hundred or so feet high over the deck. If any wished to speak with her still would have to shout or follow her, and any willing to go through so much trouble would almost certainly have something to say. She would reward them with a decent conversation. <br>She kept her eye on the man who'd followed her, the gangplank to the ship and the rest of the returning crew, making a shrewd count of how many there were, matching them to any poster she might have. Rook chased a seagull out of the rigging, savagely driving the hapless bird with his beak and talons till it escaped him by diving into the sea. He repeated this until the local birds learned that the ship was his new territory, and stayed well away.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 23:57:23</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The rest from the bar showed up soon enough trickling onto the ship in a slow progression. Astrid still didn't have names to fit to faces but it mattered little just yet she was still figuring everyone out&nbsp; and having a bit of fun while doing so. The Captian showed up first heading strait to her own rooms. If she had to guess Astrid would say that's where the captives were and that the captain was eager to tend to them.<br><br>The idea didn't sit well with her not that she'd ever say anything though. She didn't like crushing people beneath her boot, there was no challenge to beat someone smaller or weaker, it proves nothing save your lack of honor. The though made Astrid smile wryly and shake her head. When was the last time she'd thought of honor? She almost laughed, she'd obviously spent too much time on land.<br><br>Next came the thief who'd impressed Blood and left a sour taste in her mouth. He sent her nerves on edge and made her want to finger the grip of one of her weapons, she doubted she'd ever fully relax around him. Next came another woman, pretty with a mane of red hair who was familiar with Blood. Astrid guessed her to be the navigator from the way she'd spoken of the weather and tides back at the bar. Another man she couldn't place ambled aboard with familiarity marking him as part of the origanal crew. Lastly came the girl with the tell tale bells who announced her presants with every step.<br><br>After a trip below deck she came back, climbing with ease into the rigging and Astrid added another adjective to her growing definition. Acrobat. She was followed by menace man and Astrid watched from the corner of her eyes her ears perked to listen to the exchange. She might have felt pity for the girl if she couldn't hear her as it was she found herself amused, Bells knew how to handle herself. Bells climbed away and Astrid was left to study the rest of the crew and try to figure them out. Turning away from the view of the lapping sea she watched everyone with keen dark eyes making no secret of her interest in them. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 07:16:03</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zame left the tavern, the idea of being a pirate rang in his head. "this should be good for me, better grab my stuff and a heavier coat." The layout of the town was ingrained in his head, all noble and rich houses, he could tell you exactly where they are and who lived inside. Finding the closest wealthy person to the tavern he intended to leave with a very nice heavy coat. "alright in and out, not going for anything fancy." Zame quickly picked the lock and opened a window gaining entry to the house. Having been through the house before, he found a closet and began ruffling through it. "Let's see, this should work" A high ranking officer lived within the house "This is perfect, he shouldn't miss this." Zame pulled out a long blue coat (http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://s32.dawandastatic.com/Product/5081/5081770/long/1251490806-36.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=http://en.dawanda.com/product/5081770-Pirate-Coat-FrockCoat-18th-century&amp;usg=__K88gNWFv6pYRAzABb3Wz2TpxORY=&amp;h=631&amp;w=375&amp;sz=26&amp;hl=en&amp;start=29&amp;sig2=p8bxJ7bvBET22SCUDxoZHg&amp;zoom=1&amp;tbnid=-oerzBUqmP7dnM:&amp;tbnh=128&amp;tbnw=80&amp;ei=LwHvTbWcLaPQiAKp-dDrAQ&amp;prev=/search%3Fq%3Dpirate%2Bcoat%26um%3D1%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dfirefox-a%26sa%3DN%26rls%3Dorg.mozilla:en-US:official%26channel%3Ds%26biw%3D1218%26bih%3D872%26tbm%3Disch&amp;um=1&amp;itbs=1&amp;iact=hc&amp;vpx=1004&amp;vpy=139&amp;dur=3561&amp;hovh=291&amp;hovw=173&amp;tx=132&amp;ty=180&amp;page=2&amp;ndsp=42&amp;ved=1t:429,r:41,s:29&amp;biw=1218&amp;bih=872). Slipping the coat on, adjusting anything needed, "Damn good fit" Zame thought to himself as he exited the window and relocked it. Shortly after, he grabbed a bag packed with a wide assortment of items and other possessions. <br><br><div align="center">"My boat's by the tower and my bark's on the bay<br>And both must be gone at the dawn of the day<br>The moon's in her shroud and to light thee afar<br>On the deck of the daring's a love-lighted star."</div><br>Zame began singing to himself as he made his way to the docks, finally making his way up the plank, his bag over his shoulder. Immediately he made his way below deck to familiarize himself with the ships layout. Below deck was dark, Zame simply smiled and removed his eye patch. Though his profession wasn't that of a pirate, he used an eye patch should he ever escape into a sewer or other dark and dank place. Below deck already in focus from his now uncovered eye, began walking the area.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 12:48:28</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Work? Why do you work? To survive and live. I promise you that aboard my ship you will survive... and be relatively happy. You may have water once I have fed your friend here... and" The captain's voice lowers so only Catherine can hear her. "Harm her? Perish the thought... she'll enjoy what I do... you both will..." She moves over to Mary and begins breaking the hard biscuit for her, feeding her the bites with a small smile on her face.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 13:22:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary fears were confirmed...Catherine and she would be sailing on this ship. Her heart sank, she knew that she was not exactly an honored guest on this voyage, and was unsure what her fate would be. <br><br>Still she was hungry, and she readily ate the hard biscuit that was fed to her. It was not really tasty, but as hungry as she was it did not matter. After she wolfed down the food, she said "Thank you for the food Captain."<br><br>Mary looked over at Catherine. She hoped that they could draw strength from each other to make it through this voyage. Mary was sure that it would be much worse if she had to face this trip on her own.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 14:04:19</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br>The Captain's sweet smile and promises with cloaked meanings did nothing to quieten Catherine's pounding heart, but she would not worry Mary with such concerns, though there was little doubt that the fate of both women hung on the captain’s whim.<br><br>She watched Mary take the food with a deep and growing sadness. The girl had no idea what was to come, but she would not hear it from Catherine’s lips. <br><br>"Captain, my Father would pay handsomely for my safe return and I in turn would pay well for the virtue of my friend. I beg you, leave her in blissful ignorance and spare her the torments to which you would mercilessly subject her." Though she knew that she would also suffer at the Captain's hands, Catherine would not give Blood the satisfaction of hearing her beg for herself. <br>&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 18:47:57</strong>
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				"Pleasure, my lovely is the coin of the world..." She goes to get a waterskin and tries to help Catherine drink. "And besides... she will enjoy it... I know she will. For a fact. Such nobility and... camaraderie... you are lucky my appetites are... less... terminal than other captains of my acquaintance... I promise, you will be healthy and hearty... I may charge bed and board but... well... it is only fair, is it not? You are on my vessel? Look at it this way... after this voyage... if you both really wish to leave me... you may."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 19:01:20</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br>"And I suppose you and your band of cut throats will set sail in search of pleasure,leaving behind any treasure you may happen upon?" <br><br>Catherine felt that she was becoming a little too confrontational and changed her tone, becoming softer and more feminine "If what you say is true, then we are both extremly fortunate. As for bed and board, you already have everything I own and I doubt that Mary's pockets are lined with silver. But Captain Blood, I thank you for the food and water, I can't remember when I last ate."<br><br>She rattled the chains above her head. "And these? presumably I will not be expected to remain attached to your ceiling for the entire voyage? "<br><br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 04:26:08</strong>
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				Mary gulped. They ertr taking her on this voyage against her will and they expected her to pay room and board?!? She had a little money at home, but because she was in debt so much she had little to spare, certainly not what the Captain would want for a voyage. She looked over at the Captain, "You have me taken at knife point to your ship and expect me to pay for the voyage? I do not carry such a sum of money on me. All I have with me is&nbsp; the clothes on my back, for I did not expect to going on a journey."<br><br>Mary did not really expect the Captain to let her go free so she could return with the money. But she wanted her to know before sailing that she could not pay.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 08:10:35</strong>
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				The Captain smiles slightly. "I am not the kid of girl that allows her toys to fall into disrepair... and you will be removed... from time to time... when you are to... pay your rent." She turns to Mary "Do you truly not understand the meaning of bed and board?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 08:35:24</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br>Of course the Captians meaning was Crystal clear, not Bed and board, but bed <em><strong>for</strong></em> Board. It was pretty much as she expected. "And when we're not earning our passage, presumably we'll be chained up?"<br><br>Catherine's resignation was plain to see, there was no hope for either of them until the Captain became bored and either put them ashore or threw them to the sharks. She showed no emotion, having long since given up any chance of escape and knew she would have no choice but to play the captain's games. But she would do so with whatever honour and dignity she could muster and the captain's empty promise of release at the end of the journey did nothing to raise her spirits.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 13:15:36</strong>
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				Mary was both alarmed and scared by the Captain's words. She seen how Catherine seemed resigned to her fate, but Mary wanted to at least protest, even if the protest would probably be for show. "Please Captain I don't want to be your toy and to have to earn my way using my....my body like a whore aboard a floating brothel! It is bad enough that we are kept in chains like this. Let us keep at least our dignity."<br><br>Mary was trembling as she spoke those words. She knew that from stories she had heard working in the ports that some Captains could be very cruel to those on their ships, and was hoping that this Captain was different, but only time would tell. Satisfying the carnal cravings of a band of pirates on a long sea voyage was not a fate even a whore would want.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 16:55:10</strong>
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				Once the last of the passengers arrived, many faces Valery had not seen before. The ship gave up<br>its rope lashings to the jetty and was under full sail. Minutes later they had entered the sea, where the phantomt<br>adopted a rythm of lurching slowly, predictably to long-slow sea rises and falls that it was designed for.<br><br>Once it seems ed that ship was settled Valery stretched then entered the Navigation room. Shortly after a stiffled yawn<br>Valery visited the maps and began scribbling notes.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 21:18:52</strong>
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				Bell let out a contented sigh as the ship pulled away from the shore, the sails billowing out around her. Back on the sea, now the real fun and adventure would begin. Rook settled himself into the crow's nest, The air around the ship eerily absent of other bird life. Now with little more chance of anyone new coming aboard Bell swung herself down off the topsail, climbing back down the rigging till she touched the deck. Sails full up, ship fresh out to sea, she approached the railing where a few others had gathered for a last look at land. The charming thief had made it aboard, the target, navigator, first mate and Captain, as well as a few faces she didn't recognize yet. All in good time, she kept her thoughts hopeful, with any luck, the voyage would give her an opportunity to take a prize from another, rival ship. And she wouldn't have the need to contemplate a systematically luring one crew member away at a time. Each time ashore, bringing a trusting -or un-trusting as the case may call for- would be crew-mate right up to the Bounty office. Sad really, but such was the price of reputation.&nbsp; The breeze warmed as the sun started to rise over the horizon, bringing strength to the gusts towing them out to sea.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 13:39:37</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br>Catherine watched the port disappearing into the distance through the large window in the captain’s cabin as the ship gently tossed her this way and that against her restraints. She was afraid to ask what Blood had in store for her, to keep her chained here for the captain’s own personal pleasure or throw her to the pack of dogs that barked just outside.<br><br>In her mind she wondered how long they would be at sea and whether she would survive to ever see land again. If she ever returned home, would the shame of what she felt was about to happen ever allow her to meet her father’s accusing stare?<br><br>Mary, she noticed, seemed to be having similar misgivings. “Captain, there is nowhere for us to go. Why don’t you release us from these chains? Or is it that the sight of a woman bound and helpless gives you a perverse thrill?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 13:54:37</strong>
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				Mary felt teh ship begin to move and she knew that their journey was underway. She gulped realizing that she had no idea to where they were going or how long, if ever, it would be until they returned to this port. A quick glance out the window showed that they had already distanced themselves quite a bit from the shoreline.<br><br>She listened to Catherine and then added her own request. "Please might I be spared these irons from my arms and legs. We are already so far out to sea that I can go nowhere."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 19:33:03</strong>
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				"But I like my damsels distressed... if you're good and you earn it then I'll let you roam the cabin, is that agreed?" She smiles slightly, gently stroking Mary's face with the tips of her fingers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 21:43:39</strong>
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				Mary smiled slightly, "Thank you Captain, I will behave. I certainly don't want to be in these irons for the whole journey."<br><br>Mary looked over at Catherine to see how she was reacting, now that voyage had begun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>11-06-2011, 09:26:57</strong>
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				"How are we to 'Earn' such freedom" Catherine's suspicion was no doubt well founded, but her arms and legs ached and she knew she'd not be able to stand much longer. She needed a rest and wanted to know what the Captain's price would be for a little sleep.<br><br>She smiled reassuringly to Mary; there would be rough seas ahead for both of them, but Catherine was relieved that she'd not be sailing them alone.&nbsp; "It seems that we have little choice in the matter Captain. Unshackle us and I will pay what you ask."<br><br>She held her head up, with what little pride remained in her. <br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 05:46:11</strong>
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				The ship eased it's way away from the harbor and into the open sea. Still too close to truly say she'd left land behind, but she was on her way. To her that was all that mattered. Except for a few others still loitering around she seemed unnoticed and in a rare break of form smiled her pleasure before the emotion was smothered once more.<br><br>The girl with the bell's tinkled as she landed lightly back on deck and Astrid was once more impressed by her agile nature. Another had come aboard as well moments before they'd cast off one she'd noticed bells talking to before she'd departed, besides the main crew they were the only one who seemed like they may have more then a passing acquaintance though she could be sure.<br><br>Frustration dug at the girl. It was impossible to learn anything if no one talked an no one seemed eager to bond. She didn't blame them but still she couldn't listen if they didn't speak. <br><br>The obvious answer came to her though she wished it hadn't. Her dark pitch colored eyes scanned the three who stuck out to her. Maybe it was a dumb call but Bells and blue coat didn't draw as much of her attention as menace man. Idle fingertips combed threw her curls that framed her face and tumbled down her back as she tried to take measure of the man and failed.<br><br>She was good at analyzing people and her instincts told her of all of them, her captain included, he was one to watch closely. He was dangerous of that she had no doubt but she was no stranger to danger. In fact it pulled her in like nothing else, spiked her curiosity and was why he eyes kept being drawn to him even as she scanned the rest of the crew wondering who he was.<br><br>With an ease perfected from years of faking it Astrid crossed the deck her head held high, chin lifted in an almost stubborn angle, and hair swishing around her shoulders, to where he seemed enraptured by the sight of the sea. She wasn't fooled. She leaned against the railing and looked out to sea a smirk playing on her full lips, "Quite a show you put on in the bar today." She said lightly turning her a fraction so she could see his reaction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 06:01:47</strong>
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				As the ship swayed, rising up and down with the waves, he felt off-kilter; first time on a boat, and despite himself, it shows through. But he pays attention to it; he'd adapt to it pretty quickly, maybe even as soon as the very next day, but for now, he was bothered by the rocking. At least he didn't feel ill.<br><br>As the woman with the bells came down from her high perch, he maintained watching her. However, he felt eyes on him; someone elses eyes, to be exact. He could feel the gaze on him, partly because he was a perceptive individual, but also because he never allowed his mind to roam away from his immediate surroundings; he was alert in addition to be perceptive.<br><br>He turned slightly, to more fully watch the woman as she approached him. He waited, quietly, sizing her up (physically, for now), looking for any weapons she might be wearing openly or small lumps or bulges that may be indicative of a hidden weapon. Judging people on the fly was second nature for him; he was also quite good at this.<br><br>He waited for her to speak, his eyes locking on hers as he responded. Despite his answer being rather care free and casual, she might catch the glint of malice in his eyes; not directed at her in particular, mind you. "Aye. I knew what I wanted, and I figured out how to make it happen. So I did it, aye?" He says with the flash of a sly grin. <br><br>"You're an interesting bird." He says, quietly, almost to himself. "Let me ask ye something, lass, if ya don't mind?" Though this is rhetorical, he gives her absolutely no time to answer as to whether she'd mind it or not. "Are you fond of violence?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 07:43:07</strong>
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				There was an almost im-perceivable twitch of a smile on her lips as he answered. Mentally she added the characteristic to the growing list <em>Doesn't take no for an answer</em>. It could be a very good trait or a very annoying one given the right circumstances. If nothing else it was something else to watch for.<br><br>At his question she raised a single eye brow and considered his question carefully. She knew she was odd being so detached, feeling nothing in taking a life. In blunt honest truth no she didn't like it, you couldn't like something you felt nothing for. But such an answer wouldn't do here. Men were too quick to assume her weak already.<br><br>She drummed her nails on the hilt of her rapier, one of only a few twitches she possessed. "I'm comfortable with it." She said off handedly, choosing honesty even if it didn't really answer his question. <br><br>Maybe it was an overestimation but she felt the need to tread lightly with him. Like he was probing her as completely as she was him. It was unnerving and she almost felt pity for those who squirmed under her steady gaze...almost.<br><br>&nbsp;"Why do you ask?" She asked pleasantly as if they were talking of gossip over tea, "Are you trying to incite some?" She asked head tilted slightly to the side, smirking lightly a hint of laughter in her eyes as she met his gaze steadily unflinching even with the edge of danger that clung to him, unseen but easily perceived.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 07:52:03</strong>
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				He watched her hand as it fiddled with the rapier she openly carried; it looked very much like a nervous tic. "Hmm... Good choice of words. You're cautious?" He inquired, a slight tinge of curiosity flavoring his usually flat, monotone voice. <br><br>"Why do I ask?" He chuckles lightly, though their's an oddity to it. It is not 'flavored', so to speak, with emotions; their's no happiness or bitter sarcasm. It's just a cold, dead, empty laugh, and their are many who may find that profoundly <em>wrong.</em>&nbsp; "Because when you're going to be fighting alongside someone, ya need ta know how they work." of course, you also needed to know that when fighting against someone, too; he picked his words carefully, even though their is no <em>apparent</em> forethought.&nbsp; He's tricky like that. <br><br>He's quiet for a moment, shifting a bit to cast his eyes out in the direction they were sailing in. "It's a part of team work, aye?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 08:17:26</strong>
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				His question made her think for a moment but in the end all she did was shrug. She'd never thought of herself as cautious exactly it implied fear. Careful maybe but the distinction was minor and too little to debate. Besides it would only serve her better if he under estimated her.<br><br>His laugh rolled over her skin and she almost smiled. She knew most would skitter their gaze away be more uncomfortable with him now but she wasn't. She recognized that complete lack of anything, that sickly grey emptiness that invaded her like dense fog when she fought and killed. That he exhibited it should have set her on edge but since crossing the distance between them the warning bells had quieted. He was younger then she'd guessed, probably younger then she and while he was steeped in danger he lacked that extra something that would have held her in check. <br><br>His eyes shifted to the sea and she considered his words for a second before speaking. He was probing her, she knew he was but it didn't matter, if they didn't know of her past now it was only a matter of time, besides she had nothing to hide. "I wouldn't hesitated." She said her voice her trade mark calm only the slightest glint of challenge in her gaze.<br><br>A surprised laugh escaped her that she quickly smothered at the mention of team work. Her gaze swept the rest of the crew, disjoined, old separated from new,&nbsp; the new scattered unsure what to do with themselves. "Team work?" She said as if tasting the term on her tongue for the first time. Another small chuckle escaped her as she shook her head, "hell of a team." she murmured more to herself then him.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 13:09:05</strong>
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				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br>"Hey Mary. It looks like&nbsp; the Captain's left her keys on the desk. I think I may be able to reach them and kick them over to you. It's too late to swim ashore, but it would at least give us a little freedom to explore the cabin or maybe go up on deck."<br><br>She looked questioningly to the girl.<br><br>"She was going to release us any way. What do you think?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 13:55:46</strong>
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				"I don't know, she just stepped out for a minute to check on something on the ship. I don't want to make her more upset at me."<br><br>The sound of footsteps is heard approaching the cabin. "That may be her now!"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 14:42:39</strong>
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				The Captain stalks back into the cabin, she stands with her hands on her hips, smiling slightly. "Where were we, my lovelies?" she grins slightly, sauntering over to Catherine. "Here's the deal, my lovelies... I let you free and take you to my bed... then you can wander around the cabin at your lesuire... refusal is fine, it just means I force it and you stay locked tight, any questions?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 14:50:37</strong>
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				"Captain, my legs feel so week, I don't think I can stand for much longer."<br><br>The lengthy spell in the cabin had all but broken Catherine’s spirit, but she would not give up hope of rescue and would do whatever was asked in order to stay alive.<br><br>“I will acquiesce to your demands, but fear I would not know what to do in a woman’s bed. “ <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 14:54:19</strong>
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				"No. You probably wouldn't.&nbsp; You haven't much bark, but I'm wagerin' your bite is somethin' fierce." This might very well be taken as a compliment, rather than insult. This should be...different for Henrik. Teaming up, even nominally, with other cutthroats. <br><br>"For our sake, then, we best not encounter any <em>teams</em> of warriors while we're about." He responded to her 'hell of a team' statement. "Strength in numbers, but greater strength in cooperation.&nbsp; Simple, really." If she knew anything at all about Henrik's history as a lone highwayman, this may seem like an odd statement, ,maybe even a trick statement,&nbsp; but as is, she has no real reason to know about him.<br><br>"So tell me, lass, how many years have you been havin' your way with merchant ships?" A round-about way of asking her how long she'd been a pirate, voice remaining as casual as if they were high-borns discussing fashion trends. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 18:09:02</strong>
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				Mary looked wide eyed at the Captain. "I... I...I never been with a woman like that." Then after looking at het chains and hearing the threat of being raped of she didn't "volunteer", she lowered her head and said in a quivering voice, "but I will do it."<br><br>Mary wiped a tear away ad she stood there looking at the floor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 03:39:27</strong>
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				His compliment earned him a cocky smirk. The sea breeze played havoc on her hair and she brushed it back with impatient fingertips as he talked of teams. Silently she conceded he was right. If a small group work together they would be far more successful then the same small group working in disjointed harmony for the same goal.<br><br>She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear as he asked how long she'd been doing this. It took her a few moments to answer, not out of hesitation but because she needed to count. She'd never known her real age she guessed about 22 but it was a guess. Thinking backwards she guessed herself to be around 13 when she snuck aboard the Sea Hawk so after a moment had her answer "Eight or nine years." She said easily.<br><br>Her gaze traveled over him in a quick assessing manner, "My guess is you've never been out to open sea before." She said with a half smile, "But your obviously used to crime and danger." She tapped her fingertip against her lips as she though. He wasn't a pirate though he looked the part, generally too big to be a thief. Wasn't charming enough to be a swindler. "I'd guess some sort of robber, highway man maybe or a window break. Maybe even hired muscle but you don't seem enough of a take orders type for that." She said a spark of interest in her gaze, "Am I close?" She asked a teasing quality to her soft voice.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 04:19:12</strong>
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				His attention focuses on the woman talking to him as they chat, though occasionally his eyes can be seen to drift away, elsewhere, whenever movement catches his attention.&nbsp; She was starting to make him feel good about his decision; perhaps this was one of those rare few people he could actually appreciate, and maybe even get along with (for a time).<br><br>As she begins guessing as to his occupation, he doesn't show any response; even when she correctly guesses 'highway man'. The unflappable facade he puts on is disturbingly good; she may note, correctly, that he will be hard to read, at least emotionally.<br><br>"Aye, lass. I was in the business of collecting tolls from the folk who trod on my road." He says with a wry grin. "But all good things end, sad enough.&nbsp; So now I'm seeing what a change of pace will do for me, aye?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 16:08:29</strong>
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				<div align="center">Valery &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=108424.msg4708817#msg4708817)<br></div><br>The navigator checked the coordinates with her readings twice. And again a third time. They had made in time thankfully. When the storm front hits it will be rocky but hopefully they could keep things in order. If all kept their wits about themselves they would make it to Moon-fish island in two days. The navigator rolled the maps up and placed them back in the scroll casings and secured them to the wall where they belonged.<br><br>The navigator then ruffled through a draw and produced an opium pipe. Her Smile beamed while she sat down and began to enjoy what it offered. Probably shouldn't really. It was the Captains personal mix, but the Captain had barrels of the stuff. No way she would notice. The navigator blew a whiff of it out the port window. As long as none could smell it surely none would be wiser. <br><br>Another puff. Hmm where WAS the captain though&nbsp; ? Oh well ... another puff. <br>She probably was busy with something. No need to bother her with such things.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 17:50:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bell started to walk along the railing marking out the out-lay of the ship the various crew member's were starting to bond and mingle. She'd get in on that soon enough, after acquainting herself with her new environment. Up side,&nbsp; Her target was no longer paying so close attention to her, she took the opportunity to move away to the other side of the ship. And, for the most part, out of his direct line of sight, he'd have to turn to watch her and make it known that he was. She investigated the supply barrels, extra lengths of rope and the spare boats, all in good repair it seemed, except that one was occupied.&nbsp; A boy, probably the cabin boy, hiding from his chores, slept in a half-stupor and smelled lightly of spirits. "Wakey wakey, Cabin boy." Bell tapped the side of his cheek, with the flat of her small wrist-blade. "We're away and I'm sure you've better things to do than sleep." She was grinning deviously, her experience with pirate ships said that he'd probably freak out more than a little at being caught like this. An occurrence she always found very amusing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 19:22:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Astrid nodded somewhat amused. He was a challenge that was for sure and she didn't particularly relish the idea of being on the other side of a conflict from him but the immediate feeling of danger had fled from him and she felt oddly relaxed around him though logically she knew she shouldn't. He in ways reminded her too much of herself and she was self aware enough to know people like her were some of the most dangerous, it was that lack of couscous that did it. <br><br>She shrugged the oddly deep thoughts away and focused once more on the world around her and the conversation, "In many ways I would think it was like your last occupation except where you took your victims by surprise our have at least a few minutes to prepare to meet us." She smiled as if she found it pleasing, "It makes things a bit more interesting in my opinion." She said with a smirk of amusement.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 19:42:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Aye, I imagine so. And maybe they'll fight back instead of being flustered." He says with a carefree laugh, his mouth hanging wide open; this was genuine amusement. "And hopefully no high-born fools, save for that pretty lass in the captain's cabin." He says with a grin.<br><br>He had watched Bell as she went off, atleast for a time, but when she was out of his sight, he didn't strain himself to watch; instead, he focused more fully on the woman he was talking to. "Here's a story for ya, lass. I see this one fancy lad, in all this dapper and dandy clothing, going for a ride. I do what I usually do, demandin' my toll so that he can pass through without any hasslin'. I tried to be nice about it, too." Though it's probably hard to imagine Henrik being nice. <br><br>"The only words out of that ones mouth was <em>Do you know who I am?</em> Ridiculous. Don't know, and didn't care to know. It's not who he is that mattered, aye? Just what he had on him. And that was a lot of gold." He shrugged his shoulders. "So I did things the hard way, and the entire time he's not even fighting back...just complainin' about how I'm a savage, and how he's so important and special. I ended up sticking him a few times in the ribs and throwin' him into a river." He admits this quite casually, as if he wasn't talking about murder at all.<br><br>"Got any stories of your own, lass?" Partly, this was posturing on Henrik's part, basically going 'see what I can do'; however, primarily, this was to get her to open up to him , and tell him more about herself. He'd be able to deduce things from her story to help him better get a feel for what she is capable of doing. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 20:26:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Astrid's eyes narrowed with curiosity when the man mentioned the high born woman on board. She flicked her gaze towards the captains quarters and knew she'd soon be dropping in for a visit. She needed to speak with the woman anyway find out a few details and her position here and such but now she was a bit more eager for the meeting.<br><br>As the man started talking, telling his story Astrid listened with a sonic mask over her features. A small smirk graced her lips when he said he'd tried to be nice, somehow she really couldn't picture the man being anything but a bit rough around the edges and gruff in general.<br><br>She didn't bat an eye lash as he admitted to cold blooded murder. Some might have been disturbed most probably, Astrid was not among their numbers. How many times had she killed? Too many to count. How many for an actual reason, to protect herself or others? A fair few but not the majority.<br><br>She smirked as he asked for a story from her, she never opened up about her past really, things were told about her mostly that she was a cold blooded, deadly, and a man eater, nothing overly endearing or flattering. "Nothing as...flashy as yours." She said modestly, "On the Sea Hawk I was in a good number of sea battles&nbsp; and the last two years there took care of all...punishments." She said offhandedly with a flip of her hair and a cruel twist to her smirk, "It was a very strict ship." She said putting a note of relish in her voice, an emotion she didn't feel but was perfectly appropriate.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>19-06-2011, 23:20:39</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Ahh. So you were the Bosun's Daughter." He says with a grin. Despite being land bound, he had done his 'work' and lived in this port city, so some sailor terms have stuck with him over the years. "I hope ye get the position again, lass. Their's nothing quite like watchin' someone be beat half to death, aye?" <br><br>He frowned momentarily as a shifting in the ship made him feel slightly off-kilter; but the moment passed, and so too did the frown. He'd get used to this accursed rocking eventually, but for now, he was showing that he obviously has never been on a boat before. While doing so, he made a brief mental note that Astrid did not seem fond of telling stories; perhaps she'd figured out that he was trying to dig up stuff on her. Or maybe she just didn't care. Either way, he's going to make sure to be keeping a particularly close eye on her.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 07:46:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Carter (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=108424.msg4708928#msg4708928) was passed out ...and engulfed in his dream , rather curled up and not a care to the world . Muttering in his sleep every so often ...though something was poking him . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Wakey wakey, Cabin boy." Bell tapped the side of his cheek, with the flat of her small wrist-blade. "We're away and I'm sure you've better things to do than sleep." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The young man jerked awake ...<strong>" I didn't do it ... "&nbsp; </strong>as he shoved himself back , using his feet to push himself back more . Though there really wasn't anywhere to maneuver ...<strong>" Where ....Where ..... " </strong> as he could feel the movement and nothing seemed all that familiar .... <strong>" I not no Cabin boy .."&nbsp; </strong>as he swatted whatever was near his face away . <br><br>His head was throbbing ...and his teeth felt like they had lost the top layer of enamel ...throat so dry its a wonder he could talk at all . Coughing a little as he attempted to get up onto his feet. He barely covered his mouth ...and his legs seemed a little weak . Glancing at whomever had spoken to him trying to focus some ...<strong>" I need some water ..."</strong>&nbsp; shaking his head ...still not quite getting the picture.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 08:44:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"So my lovelies... who's first?" Grins the captain, her eyes twinkling in the candlelight.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 08:50:45</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zame finished exploring the belly of the ship and wandered back on deck, returning the eye patch upon entering the sun. His back having been tucked away in an out of sight corner. Observing the deck and crew mates working, Zame sat down on a barrel and leaned back against a wall "I'm starting to regret leaving land, must come up with something to pass time." Zame moved his arms behind his head and crossed his legs as he sat there watching those on deck.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 09:02:05</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Catherine looked from Mary to the Captain and back again.<br><br>Release us and I shall do whateveryou ask.<br><br>Although her heart sank at her helpless position, she dreaded to think what fate may bring her way if the crew got their filthy hands on her.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 13:53:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary was encouraged by Catherine's words. "Yes, free us from these chains, and let us walk free. We are far from port and can go no where but aboard this vessel. It will give us some dignity. Then we can please you in....the manner you wish" Mary gulped just thinking about having to do that.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 14:56:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">Valery &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=108424.msg4708817#msg4708817)<br></div><br>Valery had soon gone through half the amount which was in the container<br>and was oblivious to have completely engulfed the navigation room with opium smoke.<br><br>Meanwhile the strange woman was staring out the window looking at other ships passing buy. Some could be attacked, sure but the Captain had not unleashed that command. Hmm. She must be occupied elsewhere.<br><br>Thinking it may be that the rest of the crew could be sleeping the navigator<br>rises from the chair and starts looking though a small library - mainly a mixed set of books hung from the roof in strange net-slings.<br><br>Looking through the spines shows most as fantasy stories. Occasional book suitable for academics. A dictionary and wait ... what's this ?<br><br>"How to truly own people" - hmm strange title.<br><br>With the book in one hand&nbsp; and a still smouldering opium pipe in the other&nbsp; the red-haired woman reads absent mindedly and walks the ship as if in a sleepwalk.<br><br>Minues later she arrives and sits nearby Zame .. offering him the pipe<br><br>"Some of this makes the land come to you. Any land you can think of petal"<br><br>after passing it to him she continues to read - engrossed with what the book reveals<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 20:20:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"No nothing" Astrid said a smirk crossing her face a cold gleam in her eyes. "People are never more...honest , true to their basic nature then when they think their life hangs in the balance." She said her eyes focusing on the passing ships taking note of colors and allegiances. She watched the man adjust to the rolling of the ship and smiled slightly, at least he hadn't gotten sea sick yet. She hated the sound of some one reaching over the side of this ship, it always put her in a foul mood.<br><br>"If you'll excuse me I think the captain and I have a few things to discuss." She said in way of parting before leaving the railing and heading to the Captain's cabin with a sure footed stride. She applied her knuckles to the wood of the door knocking loudly assuring the occupants heard her. She took a few steps back and with a hand resting with ease on the hilt of her rapier she waited for someone to answer the door.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 20:39:24</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The boy had started, though he wasn't entirely freaking out yet. Bell chuckled flipping back her blade, it disappeared into her sleeve and she was offering her hand down to the disoriented young man, "Up you get, boyo. And welcome to the good ship <em>Phantom</em>." he asked for water and she ignored him, she didn't have any on her anyway. Her flask held only her personal stock of red rum, a thing, she felt, wasn't what the whelp before her would need at the moment. "If you weren't the cabin boy before, you most certainly are now. I suggest you keep it that way, best way to stay in one piece." she hauled him from his hiding place. The young man was unsteady on his feet still, and looked to be in his mid-teens, "What's your name lad? And how came you to be in such a...<em>precarious</em> state?" She kept her tone light, no need to be unkind just yet. Rook landed at the edge of a barrel over looking the boy, temporarily fascinated by this unexpected creature.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 21:45:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Really? I find it turns most men into cravens, ready to sell their own parents for just a few more seconds of life..." He shrugged his shoulders, however, as she departed, leaving that last comment to hang in the air. <br><br>As Astrid left him now, he found himself without any task to deal with, so instead, he spent a bit of time looking around for that damnable girl that had been up on the top of the ship. And what do you know... he finds her, after she's already found someone else. <br><br>Because of the distance between them, which he was shortening by drawing nearer, he was only able to catch that last bit about the boy being in a precarious state. "Is it a stow-away?" He asks the girl, deadpan. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Morgana</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 08:34:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center"><strong>Lady Catherine Montrose</strong></div><br>The knocking on the door filled Catherine with hope, and with dread.<br><br>Clearly there really were others on board. She shot a glace to Mary who sat staring at the entrance.<br><br>She longed for the door to open so that she could see another's face in this social desolation, thrilled by the excitement of not knowing who stood beyond, but dreading what they would make of a half naked woman securely anchored to the ceiling.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>22-06-2011, 13:19:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Mary's eyes darted between Catherine and the door. She wondered who was on the other side of the door. Would they help them or make their fate worse? Mary knew that eventually they would meet at least some of the crew on the ship. A ship of this size needed a fair size crew to manage it, and some of the crew would need to come to the Captain's cabin from time to time. Still, the time seemed to slow down as she watched and waited.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>26-06-2011, 07:49:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Carter (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=108424.msg4708928#msg4708928) blinked ...<strong>." Cabin Boy ?" </strong> as he was being helped up by this woman ...still with a fuzzy head and the need for something to drink well playing on his mind .&nbsp; How did he get in this ...well now that was a long story .&nbsp; Leaning a bot more into the woman as his legs seemed a little weaker than he had originally assumed . That and or the rocking of the boat ...having never been on one before ..<strong>." I ..I ...me lady ...ummm ..."</strong>&nbsp; swallowing again . <br><br>His one hand seemed to of landed on her one breast not really intentionally ...but in an effort to straighten himself upright . Though he did manage to squeeze it . Then upon realizing it ...the boys eyes fell there and he could not manage to pull his eyes upwards . As he spoke in a stuttered speech ...<strong>" Not not..no.thing bu bbuut but&nbsp; a st stt street urchin , whip whiipping boy to moo oost .. "</strong> Leaning his head a bit to close as his face found an ample placement into those full breasts on display . As he whimpered and nuzzled in some before lifting up with a coy grin on his face . <br><br><strong>" Whhhaatt ....ddooes a ccaabin boyy do ..me ...Lady ?"</strong>&nbsp; licking his lips as he looked into her eyes the submissive part of him falling into play as he drew in a deep breath. <strong>" I be willing to ddooo dooo aannyyy thing ...ferrr sure ." </strong> drawing his hand back from her breast as he stuffed them into the pockets of his trousers . He seemed to of become a little aroused at a few images that were running through his mind . 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ZameRagues</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 06:18:31</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Zame took up the pipe after a moment of thought, taking in a deep breath, he sat with his eyes closed. Land did feel to return, upon opening his eyes he exhaled the smoke into a solid ring that hung in the air flowing with the wind before dispersing. "Thanks" Handing the pipe back, he stared into the sky. "Wonder when the captains gonna tell us where were headed?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>29-06-2011, 13:58:53</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">Valery &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=108424.msg4708817#msg4708817)<br></div><br><em>"Wonder when the captains gonna tell us where were headed?"</em> -Zame <br><br><strong>"No idea frankly. Even has the ships navigator I don't have much of an idea of her plans other than the very next destination. As far as the next leg after this ? Your guess is as good as mine... hmm"</strong><br><br>The navigator then took the pipe back draw another lungful then returned it back to Zame<br><strong><br>"Well actually I would have a pretty good idea as I do talk of plum trade routes closeby and weather that could see us to the next one - but she doesn't choose what is predictable - for good reason - we would be easier to hunt down if we cherry picked"</strong><br><br>The navigator then shrugged... and tried to blow out a smoke ring but failed dismally.<br><strong><br>"Damn .. I wish I could do that. By the way this is the Captains opium. We will get in trouble for this, unless we can talk our way out of it in a hurry. I was thinking of blaming you but I doubt she would believe me .. still ... I could say I believe doing so was inspirational for weather prediction. And the need immediate, she has a lot more than what I have taken. Still I guess we will wait and see.... "</strong><br><br>A calm silence was exchanged between then but when the navigator opened her eyes again a league away the seas had abruptly changed to stormy.<br><br>(http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xe8LExWYVuo/TM3qqSoniDI/AAAAAAAAAF0/aoXgup8E9l4/s1600/stormy+ocean+-+sarah.jpg)<br><strong><br>"Oh shit the fronts closer than I thought !! Skipper ! Captain we need you on deck !!"</strong> <br><br>The navigator cupped both her hands to her mouth and boomed.&nbsp; Indeed it did seem within minutes the storm front would hit them - and she wasn't hallucinating. <br><br><strong>"This is the storm front we need to ride - came a little sooner than I thought though ! All hands change to storm sails - brace for wild weather !"</strong><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Copycat319</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 07:27:04</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Bell looked up at the man who had been her target before getting on the ship and placed her finger square in the middle of the forehead of the boy before her, "What ever it is it's drunk and has never been on a ship before by the looks of him." She was more amused than angry at the young man's clumsy pawing. She held him with one hand and the other went to her hip, subtly covering one of her knives there. "But I believe he's the ship's cabin boy as I've yet to place anyone else to that category and he seems to fit."&nbsp; It occurred to her that really the Captain would be the one to place the hands about her ship, but other than a crude show of hands back at the tavern, there had been no signing on, or ships log to mark with a signature or X just who had come aboard. So who was to say the boy hadn't come on with her? The Captain had disappeared into her cabin with that pretty captive of her's and had yet to grace the rest of her bold crew with her presence. It would be a simple matter to 'help' the dear Captain in instructing the crew, and in doing so secure her own little aid in the coming subterfuge throughout the voyage. "You'll be doing just what any on the ship tell you to, running errands, scrubbing the deck and running line to trim the sails overhead till you learn proper seamanship." Bell put on her best happy-go-lucky smile as she slid her arm over the young man's shoulder's "The name's Bell. You don't have to go into all that 'my lady' formal crap, I'm the ship's JOAT, or jack-of-all-trades, you just stick with me I'll show you what you need to know." <br>The wind chose that moment to blow strong and cold. An Imminent promise of some serious weather. Bell dashed for the aft cover, going down to the kitchens, Rook flying high into the cold wind front to ride out the storm. She dragged her Boyo after her into the ship's interior, "We got a storm Boyo, you stay down here, you don't even have your sea-legs yet I don't wan't you getttin blown off just out-sight of land." She left him there with a friendly wink before dashing back up the stairs and back up into the rigging. Pulling down the sails to keep the ship from capsizing into the wind and tying herself off to the mast.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 07:46:10</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				The captain shakes herself as if waking from a daydream as she strides to the door. "Yes?" She asks, her eyes unreadable and hher hands on her ample hips. "There had better be a damn good reason for disturbing me..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 08:06:01</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<div align="center">Valery &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=108424.msg4708817#msg4708817)<br></div><br>When the captain's face appeared in the doorway Valery pointed towards the storm front.... only to realise it still held the Captain's smoking opium pipe ... a little too late. Crap. Still there was a larger issue<br><br><strong>"The storm is about to hit !"</strong> the navigator then looked to the heavens. Thick black clouds started to spear lightning.<br><br><strong>"I didn't realize it was a lightning storm, you know how some of the crew can be about such things. With you in sight they dont panic and do things that have us killed. Just for ten minutes, until the storm sails are up please Captain could you take the wheel. Once we are riding it they will settle."</strong><br><br>Sure enough many of the crew did look to the storm and were eying up the lifeboats nearby.<br><br><strong>"And um ... sorry for disturbing you and umm ... for um smoking your stash" </strong><br><br>The navigator looked down at the pipe now in both hands and bit her lip before looking up hopefully.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Xanthaine</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 08:43:24</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Punishment will be apportioned once we're out of this... don't run away sweetheart." The captain takes the helm, that fierce and manic look in her eyes as she circles it to position "LASH IT ALL DOWN! LET'S SHOW NEPTUNE WHAT WE THINK OF HIS STORM!" She laughs loudly and steels herself for the storm, grinning grimly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 08:54:20</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				<br><div align="center">Valery &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=108424.msg4708817#msg4708817)<br></div><br>The navigator braced herself as the first of the waves struck the ship ... rain came soon after. A moment later the deck was slippery as hell and many of the crew lost their footing as they scrambled to see to the sails being set for such things. Two Barrels broke from their lashings and tumbled overboard ... shortly followed by one crew member which was luckily seen by Valery. Screaming man-overboard wouldn't have helped for the thunder was far too loud to make out anything&nbsp; else.&nbsp; &nbsp;In quick motions the navigator found some spare rope and threw it to the man drowning at sea. A lucky throw .. close enough for the main to clasp it after a furious swimming effort. Minutes later he was on board ... and by the time the navigator turned about the last of the sail adjustments were being seen to.<br><br>By a miracle the ship was intact. The Captain may be bad at many things but she was damn good at that wheel during times like this. Quick reactions of the Captain's part ensured nothing more went wrong than two lost barrels ... small price to pay for such a risky effort.<br><br>With sure adjustments and a uncanny nack for knowing the Sea the captain had the ship in a state which managed to flow with the large waves perfectly. Still the rain was wild and the wind the same. But the rythm was now predictable, enough for others to be able to manage the wheel more or less comfortably. <br><br>Now the ship was moving at a blinding speed .. those silk merchants would be theres in days.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>TheHangedOne</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 16:53:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				As the storm comes in, and things start to become increasingly hectic, Henrik found himself weighing his options. Damn, the one good thing about being on land was that the threats there, you could run away from...not so out here, on the open sea. He listened to Bell and watched her take off, before moving off on his own; by the time she gets back up, he's making his way towards the center of the ship. <br><br>Realizing he's got to do something to prove his worth here, but having no idea how to do so, he ends up following along with Bell. He pantomimes her movements and efforts fairly flawlessly; tying himself to the mast like her, and following her leader, assisting her in pulling down the sails. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>subjuanita</strong> on <strong>02-07-2011, 18:58:02</strong>
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				Mary staggered to keep her balance as the ship lurched to and fro. " I hope this ship holds together Catherine, we seem to be in the midst of a large storm. But at least it is keeping us out of the Captain's bed, although I know the storm will not last forever...and we will soon be giving her pleasure."<br><br>Mary looked over at Catherine, her legs were unsteady as she spent her life in the port and not on ships.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Pirate RP</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LimitlessNikkie</strong> on <strong>03-07-2011, 00:10:17</strong>
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				The captain finally opened her blasted door only to have the storm that had been sulking along the horizon hit them like a hammer. Then everything started to happen very quickly. The Navigator called out and the captain took to action taking the helm and guiding the ship threw the storm. Astrid glared for a moment at the darkening sky before getting to it moving with sureness and a lack of fear as she helped with the sails. She climbed and pulled fighting against the driving wind and raging rain. Lightening tore threw the sky and Astrid heard a scream&nbsp; cut off quickly by thunder so deep it made her bones vibrate and she turned her head in time to see a man illuminated quickly by a flash of lightning tumble over the side.<br><br>No need to save him passed threw her, it was just another casualty to count, a damage the storm caused. But then in fractured moments caused by the lightening Astrid watch the navigator throw a rope and then the rope going taunt as the man managed to grab it and come back aboard. The storm eased by degrees, the sails got placed and the captain guided them out of the worst intensity of it.<br><br>The surge of adrenaline Astrid always experienced after a storm rushed threw her and a smile true and pure crossed her face for a moment before slipping away living only in the warm glow of life that lived just behind her breast. The captain was being relieved of her duty at the wheel and Astrid who'd caught a glimpse of the interior of the captains quarters knew she'd be in a bit of a hurry to return to it's entertainments. But Astrid had no intention of letting her. Astrid had seen Henrik intimidate Bells and knew there were other who were on the ship for the first time. No one yet knew what they were to do and if she expected her first mate to handle it all, he'd done a piss poor job.<br><br>It all had gone on far enough. One thing Astrid disliked above all else was a disorganized ship and it seemed Bloods was as disorganized as they come. Astrid set her feet wide apart for balance and waited for her dear captain just in front of her door arm crossed her chest pressing her chest forward though she didn't seem to notice. She didn't seem to notice how she looked period. She was soaked to the skin, the white of her top turned sheer and her pants clinging to her like a second skin. Her hair was wild around her, half dry half wet curling wildly around her shoulders and down her back. Eye bright with expectation she wore a slight smirk just waiting.
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