The Stowaway. (Tambit + ~AT~)
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 03:59:34</strong>
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				(http://data.whicdn.com/images/8715627/Susan-Coffey-in-a-Field-2_thumb.jpg?1302535098)<br>Viola wrapped the scarf around her neck and over her long dark red hair, she fastened her coat around her, sighing she grabbed her bag taking one last look at her bedroom. A room that was once filled with trinkets and jewels now bare, each and every item sold to saver her family from each and every bad decision they made. <br><br>Walking out of house she headed down towards the docks, she had not enough for passage but enough for food…she needed to find a ship and stow away. Viola was destined to the new lands to be in a new invention; moving pictures. <br><br>She moved quickly to the docks she had little time before the full moon rose up, and she was discovered. The men at the ship had left, there was no sentry, slipping on board was the easy part, she walked on her toes to stop the heel of her boot from causing a sound. She found the cargo hold, there was a gap behind the crate, a man could not get there, but a girl of 5ft4 and slender build might squeeze inside the gap. <br><br>Settling inside she pulled a blanket from her bag wrapping it around her as she slowly started to fall asleep. What would tomorrow bring…not a lot, she hoped.
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>27-04-2011, 20:57:47</strong>
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				Steam rose into the air as the ship, <em>Loki</em>, sprang to life.&nbsp; It was a clipper, built for speed, but to any who went below, it was not a normal ship.&nbsp; Crew members started running to and fro as orders were shouted from a strong, golden voice.&nbsp; In the center of the ship was a mast with large, billowy sails that were caught in the strong wind off shore.<br><br>By the time Viola awoke, the ship had snuck out of the dock and was out of sight of the land.&nbsp; She could hear a loud engine beneath the deck, likely the source of the white steam that trailed behind the ship from either side.&nbsp; <br><br>"I want those sails up yesterday, watchkeep!" yelled the voice.&nbsp; It came from a young man, clean shaven, who stood on the raised deck near the steering wheel.&nbsp; He wore a sharp uniform, deep blue with buttons along the right shoulder and leather trim.&nbsp; A pair of brass goggles had been pushed off his face into his hair, revealing his golden-grown eyes.&nbsp; He was handsome, but sea-worn.&nbsp; There was a burn-mark that trained like a gossamer scar along his right cheek and ear, but it only made him seem even more rugged.&nbsp; Before long, the sails were rolled up, yet the ship continued moving, even faster than before.<br><br>"Drop the colors!&nbsp; We're heading to the Lanes!" he yelled, getting a "Yes Cap'n!" from one of the crew.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 19:26:00</strong>
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				Viola woke to the sound of talking, she didn’t feel the ship moving as they pulled out, but she felt it now. “This was probably a bad idea.”&nbsp; She thought to herself as she shifted position.&nbsp; Hoping that no one was close by that she might have been heard.<br><br>She shifted again climbing onto a box to look over the one above it, the cargo hold seems empty. Taking her shoes off she slipped between the boxes she thought she’d have a quick look around. There were boxes upon boxes of cargo, she would have had a look was in there but the lids were too heavy. <br><br>She had wandered round the entire area when she walked straight into a rather large man. He was at least a foot taller then her, he turned looking at her, “You’re not meant to be here.” He frowned, he wasn’t the smartest man in the crew but he was the one who was more likely to take her straight to the Captain instead of having fun with her himself. <br><br>Reaching down he picked her up throwing her over his shoulder. Slowly he headed upstairs to the deck. “Captain?” He called out heading over to him, “I found something in the cargo hold.” He put her down.
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 20:21:34</strong>
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				As soon as she came above deck, every member of the crew fell silent and stared at her.&nbsp; It was well-known that having a woman on board a vessel like this was bad luck.&nbsp; And despite that, two of the crew looked like they would love to get her alone in the cargo hold themselves.&nbsp; There weren't many crew members, only 5 besides the captain.&nbsp; They were an able group, and all looked worn and strong.<br><br>The captain, however, looked at her differently.&nbsp; "Well, a stowaway... and a rather pretty one at that, he said with a smirk.&nbsp; "I take it you don't know what kind of vessel you snuck onto."&nbsp; He strolled up to her, a tall, handsome man with an edge to him.&nbsp; "Good work, Pug," he said to the large man who had found her.&nbsp; "Now.. EVERYONE!&nbsp; Get BACK to work!"<br><br>The crew grudgingly started moving again, but the captain turned to look at her closely.&nbsp; "I am Captain Stone, but you may call me Captain."&nbsp; He said softly.&nbsp; "Come with me."&nbsp; He didn't seem angry or mean, and in fact looked like he was about to offer her something.&nbsp; "Can you cook?"
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 21:10:17</strong>
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				She sighed not able to see much over his shoulder as she was carried like a sack of potatoes. She was set down on the floor, brushing her dress down. Turning round she looked over at the man who was speaking to the tall guy, he was handsome more then she imagined, blushing she looked over at him.<br><br>“I figured this was a ship...unless my idea of travel isn’t correct.” Biting her lip she looked over at him, he shooed the men back to work, she looked at him not wanting to see weak in his eyes. <br><br>She frowned as he said his names before making her follow him. “Um…I can just about boil and egg.” She said biting her lip. It was true her family might have lost most of its money but her mother did all the cooking, she wasn’t allowed it was unseemly for her to know how to cock when she was meant to be married off to someone with money.
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 21:50:45</strong>
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				The captain laughed a little as he lead her away from the other men and towards the side of the boat.&nbsp; "This, my dear, is not just any ship.&nbsp; English sails.&nbsp; French engine.&nbsp; Spanish instrumentation."&nbsp; He pointed at all the parts as he mentioned them.&nbsp; "This is a pirate ship.&nbsp; The Loki, the fastest on the water."&nbsp; He grinned with no small sense of pride.<br><br>"It takes a good crew to keep a good ship.&nbsp; We cannot afford to have someone on board who could jeopardize us.&nbsp; Why are you really here Miss...?" he asked, his inflection indicating that he demanded a name from her.&nbsp; He was looking over her more closely now, seeing her soft complexion, her red hair, her unyielding eyes.&nbsp; She seemed to have some fire in her, and that made him smile.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 04:13:30</strong>
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				She looked at him not sure what the meaning of the English sails, French engine and Spanish instruments, but she just nodded like she did. “Pirate?” She frowned, “I’m on a pirate ship?” She whispered. “I really am an idiot.” She sighed looking over at him.<br><br>“Viola.” She said not offering him a last name, “I didn’t mean to stow away.” She whispered, “I just had to leave home, I know that isn’t a good enough reason but it’s the only one I have.” She whispered looking over at him she ran a hand through her hair. “I didn’t know what to do.”
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>29-04-2011, 05:39:33</strong>
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				Captain Stone looked at her for a while as the wind whipped at her hair and clothes.&nbsp; After a moment, he took a deep breath.&nbsp; "I see.&nbsp; You're not the only one to have run away from home and stowed away on a ship."&nbsp; It looked as if his demeanor had softened for a while, but once a crewmate walked by, it hardened again.<br><br>"Alright, let me give you a chance.&nbsp; Everyone on board my ship works.&nbsp; We'll teach you, you'll do your best, and you'll get a share of any booty we capture.&nbsp; When we reach port, we may part ways, unless we both decide you should stay."&nbsp; He offered her a gloved hand, but from the way it moved beneath the white glove, she could tell that it was mechanical.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 00:04:32</strong>
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				She looked at him, she watched as he spoke to her and how his demeanour changed as one of the men arrived. She didn’t say anything about it, he carried on talking about how she needs to learn and that maybe she could stay. He offered her a hand she took it softly. “So you’re not going to kill me.” She whispered.<br><br>“That certainly is a relief.” She smiled softly at him; she was intrigued about the hand. “Can I ask you…what happened?” She looked over at him. “If it’s too much I’m sorry for asking..” She blushed.
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 03:16:10</strong>
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				He laughed heartily when she realized he wasn't going to kill her.&nbsp; "No, we do not kill unless we need to.&nbsp; Besides, I won't let any of these men lay a hand on you.&nbsp; Most of us pirates are made up of people just like you, given a chance."<br><br>He looked down at his hand as she asked about it.&nbsp; A smirk passed over his features, one that told her he was just telling a tall tale.&nbsp; "It was a shark that didn't want to die.&nbsp; I give it me hand, he gave me his life."&nbsp; He smiled wider as she blushed, but hen got a more serious look, especially when he saw how she was dressed.<br><br>"I'm fraid the only lodging on this ship that is suitable for you would be my quarters...&nbsp; Every else sleeps in the bunkhouse downstairs."
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 04:03:04</strong>
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				“People like me?” She ran her fingers through her hair, “You mean, bankrupt nobility?” She smiled slightly, wondering if she had said too much. “Someone who ran off before her parents sold her to the highest bidder.”<br><br>“You lie.” She whispered, the thumb is gripping too tight…perhaps you need it oiled or the bolt is broken you should get it seen to.” She smiled softly at him. She knew something of mechanics she would spend hours tinkering with clocks and little toys her parents gave her.<br><br>He spoke about sleeping arrangements, blushing she looked over at him. “Oh um…I suppose if you are alright with me taking over your quarters…I would prefer not to not be raped as slept.” <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>03-05-2011, 17:11:28</strong>
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				Captain Stone gave her a strange look as she admitted her history to him.&nbsp; It was a mixture of empathy and warning, warning that she shouldn't go telling people things like that.&nbsp; "Some," he said.&nbsp; "Others were captured by pirates and offered the choice, or left a wife and kids to seek a fortune, or were fooled by the government when the call for privateers went out."&nbsp; He gave her a knowing grin.<br><br>"You know about mechanics?" he asked as he tested his thumb out.&nbsp; It was, indeed, too tight and had lost some mobility.&nbsp; How she noticed it before he did was truly impressive.&nbsp; "Perhaps we can use you after all... Come with me."&nbsp; He started to lead her below deck and down a long hallway.&nbsp; At the end of it was a door labeled "Captain."<br><br>"Well, you won't be taking over, per se.&nbsp; But..."&nbsp; he opened the door to a good-sized room.&nbsp; It had a large bed in the corner, a desk for working, a table, several chairs, an armoire, and a huge window that revealed a scene of steam floating over the ocean behind them.&nbsp; "I think there's room.&nbsp; I can put a cot up in the corner," he said, not thinking about the logistics of bunking with a woman.&nbsp; He led her to the table and sat down, putting his arm out.&nbsp; With his other hand, her reached under and pulled up a toolbox.&nbsp; "Show me what you know."
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 02:22:30</strong>
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				She smiled at him, “I guess my story isn’t the same as most others.” She bit her lip looking over at him, “I’m guessing you were fooled.” She giggled slightly. “I know a little.” She whispered her fingers running through her hair, “What exactly did you want me to do?” <br><br>Walking into his room she smiled slightly. “Well good luck with the cot.” She smiled, knowing that he meant for her to sleep in the cot…she wouldn’t care where she slept her back was killing from being cramped in the boxes. <br><br>He sat her down she frowned as he pulled out a tool box, she pulled the glove down seeing the mechanics, leaning in close she could see that the screw holding the joint was bent slightly causing friction and making it stop working. She quickly unfastened it, replacing it with another and then oiling the joint. “How does that feel?” She smiled pushing the glove back over her hand, she held up the screw it was tiny that a man wouldn’t be able to pick it up she was lucky she had small hands she could work with tiny parts easily.
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>04-05-2011, 23:43:38</strong>
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				He stared at the tiny screw for a while, reaching out to hold her hand so he could bring it closer.&nbsp; He was squinting, but shook his head.&nbsp; "Is that piece broken?" he asked, not able to tell himself.&nbsp; He blushed lightly, something very unusual for him, when he realized he was holding her hand.&nbsp; His let hand was warm, though it did have some rough calluses on it.&nbsp; He let go and coughed a little, testing out his mechanical hand.&nbsp; "Mmm, that is much better.&nbsp; Perhaps you should check out the steam engine..." he said, looking up at her with his rugged smile.&nbsp; "So, what should we be calling you?" he asked, his tone having changed to something warmer.&nbsp; It seemed his entire demeanor was different when in private with her.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>05-05-2011, 00:17:10</strong>
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				She smiled as he squinted at the screw, he grabbed her hand pulling it closer to him. Smiling she bit her lip, “It has a hairline fracture down the side…its buckled slightly so its rubbing against the pieces they were together…Ideally I’d love to replace the pieces but its not going to happen so quickly.”<br><br>He let go of her hand she smiled looking at the screw herself, she watched as he tested his mechanical hand. “I could try but I’m not sure I’d be able to.” Running a hand through her hair she smiled at him. “I’m Viola…” She smiled, he was so kind to her so different from what he was before.
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>06-05-2011, 05:26:34</strong>
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				Captain Stone smiled at her and nodded.&nbsp; "You can call me Alex.... when the crew isn't around, that is."&nbsp; He smirked and scooted his chair back to stand.&nbsp; "So, Viola, we don't usually ask questions like this, but if you are nobility, wouldn't someone come looking for you?"&nbsp; As he talked, he headed over to a chest near the cabinet.&nbsp; Although Viola might have expected it to be full of treasures whose value would be beyond measure, its contents were actually rather mundane.&nbsp; It was filled with a few clothes, books, and ropes.&nbsp; He pulled out one rope which was connected to another, then another.&nbsp; Soon, all of the ropes were in his hands.<br><br>"Come here, help me put this up," he said as he took the ropes over to the corner which he had suggested would be the home of the cot.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 03:47:12</strong>
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				She smiled at him, “It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled at him, she watched as he stood up. “They might try and find me but they don’t know where I’ve gone. When I spoke about leaving I suggested it would be towards the mountains or to my grand parent’s house…not the sea.” She smiled looking over at him.<br><br>She watched what he was going to open the chest she frowned slightly as he grabbed some rope out. Walking towards him she took the end of the rope pulling it out the chest. “What no treasure? Or have you buried it all?” She giggled slightly. “What is this? Are you going to tie me up?” She frowned
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 05:33:25</strong>
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				Alex laughed as she mentioned his treasure, walking with her to the corner.&nbsp; "Oh, my treasure is holed away where most people can't get to it.&nbsp; Banks."&nbsp; He grinned wide, but it spread even wider when she mentioned tying her up.&nbsp; "Oh, I won't tie you up, unless you want me to," he said with a playful lilt to his voice.&nbsp; On one end of the rope, there was a large metal ring, which attached to several strands.&nbsp; He put the loop over a metal hook on the wall, the walked over to her side.&nbsp; "See that hook?" he asked, pointing to one that was rather far away. "We have to stretch it over there."&nbsp; He grinned, putting his shoulder against hers, and began to pull.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 05:47:27</strong>
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				She smiled, “Are you sure a bank is safe I’ve heard that bankers are more like pirates then you are.” She giggled slightly, she didn’t get what he meant be being tied up…she was a little naïve about the ways of men and women. “Oh…no I don’t want you to tie my up…why would I?” She frowned trying to work that offer out.<br><br>He attacked the ring to once corner, she frowned, “We have to stretch it?” She frowned slightly as she took hold of what he had pulling it as hard as she could. “My parents would find this sight very amusing…” She sighed, she was a little bit delicate at home, she would not do any manual tasks instead preferring dainty detailed things such as painting or needle work…or her hidden love fine machinery, she once crafter a song bird in a cage…not that she could tell her parents she said she found it in a shop, it was one of the first things to be sold.
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>07-05-2011, 05:58:39</strong>
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				He put his back into it, pulling until the metal loop hung limp before his hands and just inches from the hook.&nbsp; He motioned for her to hook it into place.<br><br>Once it was hooked, he leaned against the wall.&nbsp; The cot was up.&nbsp; He grinned at her knowingly.&nbsp; "Perhaps someday I'll get to show you why you'd want to be tied up," he said, then blushed.&nbsp; It was not like him to hit on a girl so blatantly, but he rarely had a chance to be near one.&nbsp; He stood there for a bit, looking down awkwardly before spalying open the cot.&nbsp; "This is where you'll sleep," he said, showing her how to open it.&nbsp; It didn't look as comfortable as his own bed.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 01:26:48</strong>
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				She hooked it into place, she frowned at it, and she was not impressed that he wanted her to sleep on. Biting her lip she looked over at him, blushing listened to what he was saying not sure what he meant about the being tied up, or why he was blushing.<br><br>She watched as he showed her how to sort the bed out. Looking over at him she smiled, “I think you mean that is your bed.” She giggled teasing him slightly, biting her lip she looked at him. “So um…what now?”<br><br>She looked at the tall sailor wondering what he was going to happen, would he make her work, she wasn't sure.
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 01:36:27</strong>
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				Alex smirked at her as she suggested he sleep on the cot.&nbsp; "We'll see," he said teasingly.&nbsp; "But don't count on it."&nbsp; To anyone who knew him, they could tell he was flirting at full force.&nbsp; It was not something he was used to.<br><br>"For now...&nbsp; come with me."&nbsp; He smiled and took her by the hand with his living left hand.&nbsp; Alex led her out of the room and down the hallway, turning down another set of narrow steps.&nbsp; She found herself in the bowels of the beast, standing before a large steam engine that turned a turbine, which in turn turned the shaft to the propeller outside.&nbsp; The engine shot steam here and there, but most of it escaped up several large tubes that ran to either side - the source of the steam that now shrouded the ship.&nbsp; The engine was German by design.<br><br>"This is Gertrude," he said, beaming as he showed off his pride and joy.&nbsp; "We took it off a German steam ship.&nbsp; It's too large for our ship, so things are constantly breaking.&nbsp; Your job will be to keep it working."&nbsp; He grinned as he turned to her, but the ship lurched and he stumbled on a rope, falling against Viola.&nbsp; He caught himself, but not before grabbing onto her breast and hip.&nbsp; He just stared at her, face turning red and not moving.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 02:58:40</strong>
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				She smiled slightly, he was so nice she wondered he was thinking, she wasn’t use to men flirting so she was taking him at face value and he wasn’t making much sense. As he took her hand she decided to let the strange behaviour off. Looking up at him she smiled slightly at him. They took her to the engine room, she frowned looking it over she shook her head.<br><br>“Well Gertrude definitely needs scrapping.” She frowned. “I can build something better…I actually have designs in my bag for a new engine but I’ll need sometime to build it and actually install it, I mean if you’re interested, it’s untested I could keep this running and build a miniature one.”<br><br>She looked at him wondering what he through as the ship lurched she felt his hand grabbing her breast and hip, looking over at him she ran her fingers through her hair. “Oh um…Alex are you alright?” She whispered, trying to right him.
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 03:33:30</strong>
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				Alex's cheeks were flushed red as he felt her hand run through his hair.&nbsp; She steadied him, but his hands remained holding onto her soft body.&nbsp; "I... I'm fine.&nbsp; Are you?" he asked softly.&nbsp; He hardly realized that he was squeezing her breast a little, his thumb firmly against her nipple.&nbsp; "A... miniature would work," he whispered.&nbsp; "We need this one....&nbsp; to keep running for a week or so."&nbsp; It had been ages since he had touched a woman before, and she was so innocent, soft, and cute.&nbsp; He couldn't help himself.
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				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>08-05-2011, 04:14:21</strong>
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				She blushed as she felt his hands holding onto her, “I think so.” She whispered looking down she felt his hand on her breast, her face was going red as his thumb was pressed against her nipple. “Hmmm.” She bit her lip hoping he realised what he was doing. “I can keep this working as I make a prototype, I don’t want to change it over if it will stop dead in the water.” She whisperd… “Can you take your hand off me?” She bit her lip using her softest voice, but she felt strange as he touched her, and his hand squeezed slightly
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				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 03:54:48</strong>
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				Alex blinked and turned red as she whispered to him, removing his hand.&nbsp; He gave her an innocent smile, scratching the back of his head as he stepped back.&nbsp; "Sorry about that," he said softly, then cleared his throat and adopted the demeanor of his captain self.&nbsp; "I trust her to your worthy hands, Viola.&nbsp; Keep her running, show me a prototype, and you'll definitely get your share of the profits."&nbsp; He hoped she hadn't looked down to see what touching her breast had done to him.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Stowaway. (Tambit + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 04:48:08</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She blushed heavily at the feel of his hand, she was relieved when he let go. Smiling slightly she looked over at him, “It’s alright.” She whispered. “I’ll have something ready soon.” She smiled, “I’ll be back in a few minutes.” She out the engine room to the cargo hold getting her bag. She got back to the engine room, pulling some papers out she got the blueprints for the new engine. She started to make the prototype, she hadn’t left the room for a few hours and no one had seen her in the galley at dinner time.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Stowaway. (Tambit + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 04:55:40</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Captain Stone returned to the deck for a while, joining the crew in a game of chance now and then and guiding them in the dos and do nots of having a woman on board.&nbsp; He told them what was expected of their behavior, and, in no uncertain terms, what would happen if they fell short of those expectations.&nbsp; The crew were a little apprehensive to have a woman on board at all, still stuck in their superstitious sensibilities.&nbsp; The ship was a woman, and everyone knew that no man could serve two women.&nbsp; But Captain Stone ignored their rumors and glances as he charted out their course.<br><br>At dinner, the men all laughed, joking that Viola was still not one of them, since she wouldn't eat with them.&nbsp; Many jokes were made at her expense, but Alex knew they were for the most part just that, jokes.&nbsp; But as dinner wound down and the crew all headed off to their night duties and bunks, Alex took a plate and descended the second set of stairs into the engine room.&nbsp; "Viola?"
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Stowaway. (Tambit + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 05:02:27</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She hadn’t been hiding from the men in the dining room, she had just been busy trying to sort this prototype, she was almost done when a valve broke. Quickly she took it off putting in a new washing before replacing it, she didn’t know what time it was. <br><br>She moved back to the small table, she was getting the tiny machine to work, it was much like a ships clock, instead of using power a spring drove cogs that wound the spring back up, it was so simple, no coal, no oil nothing, but she needed a great deal of strength to get it working in the first place, that would be hard but doable, even by hand.<br><br>She heard the door go and a voice call out her name, pushing her hair from her forehead she looked over at him. “A…Captain?” She frowned, “What’s wrong?” She asked, not realising that it was dinner time.<br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Stowaway. (Tambit + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 05:26:26</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				"Please, call me Alex when the others aren't around," he said, although he knew that it was unethical.&nbsp; He put the plate of food on the table for her,&nbsp; "You missed dinner,&nbsp; It is getting late,&nbsp; You can finish up later.&nbsp; You shoulder get some rest."&nbsp; He smiled at her admiringly, the sweat and oil on her skin making her rather attractive in an unusual way.&nbsp; But he could not ignore the strange device on the table.&nbsp; "So, this is it?&nbsp; Much more to do?" he asked, tilting his head around to see it from another angle much like a cat would.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Stowaway. (Tambit + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 19:42:48</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				“I didn’t know if there was someone behind you.” She smiled, her hair was falling out over her shoulder, her face covered in oil and dust where she had been wiped the sweat off. Her dress was torn at the bottom where it had been caught on a spring, she would have changed but she only had a few dresses she needed some britches instead of a full dress.<br><br>“I missed dinner?” She frowned, she pulled out a small pocket watch, “I should have realised that this wouldn’t work on a sea.” She sighed. Taking the plate from him she pushed the small machine towards him. “I just need to run some tests on it…but I’m pretty much sorted with the prototype.” She smiled, she turned a makeshift key to coil the spring before letting it go, it started to move. “It doesn’t look like much, but that little machine will give out almost as much power at Gertrude.” She smiled, she started to eat the dinner, not realising how tired she was. “I don’t suppose there’s much of a chance for a bath on the ship.” She sighed.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Stowaway. (Tambit + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tambit</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 19:55:05</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Alex looked over the prototype curiously, watching it spin a shaft that would have normally led to the propellers.&nbsp; "Really?" he said, noting just how fast it was spinning and how little steam came off of it.&nbsp; "Is there any catch?&nbsp; And... what if you make this... bigger?" he asked, nodding to Gertrude.&nbsp; "I can get you the parts."<br><br>He grinned as she ate hungrily.&nbsp; Apparently, she had also missed lunch and just worked through the day.&nbsp; "Well there's a washing basin but... it's in the common area."&nbsp; He narrowed his eyes in thought as he looked at the prototype, then over to Viola.&nbsp; He suddenly remembered that he was talking with a rather pretty girl.&nbsp; "Um....&nbsp; well, I suppose we could... move it..." he added.
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Stowaway. (Tambit + ~AT~)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Zealously Jaded</strong> on <strong>09-05-2011, 20:07:44</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				She smiled as she started to eat she wasn’t really tasting it she was so tired and hungry she hadn’t eaten for two days. Sighing she looked over at him “Yes but it’s running too hot perhaps of the coil is louder it wont be so fast. Either that or some kind of cooling system… That isn’t steam there’s nothing being burnt it’s the machine getting too hot.” She picked it up unwinding the coil with the key. “It works like a music box, you wind the coil to store the energy, but the cogs that move and retightens the coils.” <br><br>She smiled, “I can make a bigger one but for now, but I need&nbsp; way to drive the propellers independently and how to turn it off…you don’t want to be going full speed into port.” She giggled slightly. <br><br>“Oh…um…I don’t want you to treat me any differently, no doubt the men hate me as it is.” She sighed, “I guess I could just wash my hands and face…when do we next make port?” She whispered.
			</dd>
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