A Race to be First Mate (Antone and Oleander)
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				Title: <strong>A Race to be First Mate (Antone and Oleander)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>04-08-2009, 20:30:39</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;The Salty Wench.<br><br>&nbsp;One of the roughest tavern's in the docks of Port Ravenseed. Sounds of hustle and bustle could be heard from it halfway across the city. Fights, murders, prostitution, gambling.... all of these things were an everyday occurance at the Wench. It was to the point that even the local law enforcement were unable to do anything to prevent it. Though, in their defense, they managed to keep the majority of trouble in the city to the Wench, and the nearby area, leaving most of the rest of the city relatively safe and clean.<br><br>&nbsp;The Salty Wench from the outside looked like a decent establishment, building in good order. The sounds of laughter, arguing, and drunken conversation could be heard through the entrances on both side of the building. And it seemed at almost regular intervals someone was getting thrown out a window or a door. <br><br>&nbsp;The interior was what you might expect... the interior was much more dim, many candles lighting the common room, bustling with people from numerous walks of life. Serving girls, bartenders, prostitutes, sailors, young adventurers... and even pirates. The last seemed to make up the majority of the Wench's income. And there was currently a pirate game of cards going on, numerous men wagering fists full of coins, often distracted by the serving girl and prostitutes that were attempting to earn some of that used coin.<br><br>&nbsp;Through all the hustle and bustle, a single man sorta seemed to stand out in the crowd. He looked to be a man in his late twenties, of relative to do. He wore a typical pirate hat, which rested over a bandana that covered his head, lower enough to hide his eyebrows, casting a shadow over his gaze. His torso was covered in a simple loose white shirt, the neck unlaced a bit, revealing a bit of toned chest. A pair of simple breeches sheathed his lower body, as well as a pair of semi-shined black boots. A belt kept his breeches securely in place, and he wore a large jacket over the entirety of everything, one that hung down to his knees, with somewhat wide sleeves, and a large collar, like something a captain, or important seaman might wear.<br><br>&nbsp;His eyes would look around the tavern for a moment, his eyes falling on some random prostitute, currently being talked to by some burly looking sailor. A slight smirk would curve one corner of his mouth, and he'd move forward, easing through the sea of movement in the common room, coming to rest up beside her, one of his arms reaching over to wrap around her shoulders, left hand dropping to openly find one of her breasts, and gripping it securely. His eyes would simply look at the girls, completely ignoring the sailor, who was getting slightly red with anger.<br><br>&nbsp;"hey pal, I was here first... piss off!"<br><br>&nbsp;The man would turn his shadowed gaze towards the sailor, and a slight smirk would pass his lips, giving he subtle shake of his head, as if the man were a complete moron.<br><br>&nbsp;"She's a whore, not a princess... buy her services, or dont... but indecision is a rather pussy trait for one whose suppose to be a man of the sea... pathetic."<br><br>&nbsp;With each word, the sailor seemed to get redder and redder with his anger, and the shadowed man would turn, letting the sailor leave his sight, and would stare into the whore's eyes, squeezing her breast even harder.<br><br>&nbsp;"What do you think?"<br><br>&nbsp;The prostitute herself seemed indecisive, just worrying about her next source of income,&nbsp; not particularly caring from whence it came. But at the same time, the sailor, thoroughly enraged, would suddenly draw a knife, and yell "I'm going to kill you!" before stepping forward to attempt to put the knife quite firmly in the man's face... But he only took a single step, when out of nowhere, a rather large fatman would suddenly be standing there, as if appearing out of thing air, a large ham held in one hand, taking an obvious bite from it, even as his other lifted a pistol, and before the sailor even had time to register what was happening, the trigger was pulled, the shot ringing over the noise of the tavern. The sailor would of course crumple with his suddenly lack of life, the man groping the prostitute hadn't even flinched in the least, either utterly confident, or simply suicidal.<br><br>&nbsp;"... well, I guess he won't be needing your services any more. Thank you, Hiden."<br><br>&nbsp;The fatman would simply nod, and goes back to the card game... after a few minutes, activity would once more flourish in the tavern, a couple stablehands moving to carry the body out of the tavern. Almost at the same time, a teenager ran in, and found the man, who was still with the whore.<br><br>&nbsp;"Cap'n! Cap'n! The ships fully stocked, and ready to go!"<br><br>&nbsp;The man would glance to the boy, and nod, lightly patting him on the head.<br><br>&nbsp;"Alright Sam..."<br><br>&nbsp;Turning, he'd look around for a moment, and suddenly yell.<br><br>&nbsp;"Crew of the Ambrosia!!! Get off your lazy asses and get back to the ship! NOW!"<br><br>&nbsp;The words were a roar through the tavern, though almost instantly there was a return roar of 'Aye Captain!' coming from every corner of the Tavern, and after a moment, they would start to tunnel out the doors of the tavern... and when it was all done, it looked like easily half the Tavern had left, til only the 'Captain' was left there. He'd look at the whore a moment, and just smirk, handing her a gold coin, for no real reason, and would give one last grope to her breast, before letting her go, and starting to move out of the tavern himself, though he moved much slower, taking his leisure in his movements, as if in no hurry at all.<br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Race to be First Mate (Antone and Oleander)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 04:18:41</strong>
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				Oh the wench was the place to be for all sea-fairing beings. Those of military descent were few in population, whereas pirates seemed to dominate the threshold. Though one of the most uncanny sights were female pirates. Many of the women who frequented the wench were barmaids. or prostitutes. Maria Pita was neither. The savvy yound piratess made her way into the tavern, toying the tip of a blade against her finger as her full, lush lips curved into a delighted little smirk.<br><br>She'd heard far and wide the Ambrosia crew had settled into their quaint little port. The young woman was dress in a thin white dress that hung to mid thigh in front and graced the backs of her knees in the back. It clung to every fiber in her being. Outlining every contour line and finely carved curve in her body. The swell of her breasts and hung low on her arms, exposing a smooth expanse of collarbone and cleavage. Her torso dressed with a deek crimson and black corset braiser, riding just beneath her breasts and accentuating an hourglass waist. Ribbed up the front with a thick black ribbon.<br><br>Matching gloved resided upon her hands, cut to allow her nimble fingers to work freely without the hinderance of leather. The creamy flesh of her legs accented by opaque nylons that rode from her thighs down, laced with an offset gold, almost a champaign hue. Black boots cuffed her ankles and thudded quietly upon the wooden planks of the floor as she moved. Pale blue eyes stared up through a veil of thick lashes as she stood in the direct path of the slow moving Captain. Long obsidian curls were let down to frame her soft face, a long red scarf hung loosely over her shoulders, hugging close to the back of her neck. <br><br>What and off woman she was, but the look in her eyes screamed a very dangerous woman lurked within that body. A thick belt hung losely at her shapely hips, from it hung an ornate blade. One crafted in the eastern lands, its body started slender and grew bolder to a fine point, three rings lined its blade, wach a different colour. The ornate handle crafted to fit her petite hand, The guard represented by finely crafted angel wings. Quite and odd sword and a heavy one to boot. Not a sword you'd likely see a woman carrying. Not one as small as Maria. <br><br>She paused, blocking the path for the man before her, and when her lips moved a voice like silverbells rang forth. Accented heavily with the sweet purr of the spanish breed.<br><br>"Cap'n oh Cap'n. "<br><br>She cooed. Still toying the tip of the blade against her fingertip idly. Not a bone in her body presented a threat, but an oppertunity, one she knew he wasn't likely to turn down.<br><br>"My dear Cap'n... might you be interested in a new crew member?"<br><br>She'd been left at this port nearly half a year ago. Having been the sworn protector of the Spanish Pirate, the Captain of the Andromedeas and when she failed to bed him, he left her for dead in a place that wasn't kind to women of her likes. Women pirates..ha! The likes of the Salty Wench laughed at her kind. Women..pirates? Never.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Race to be First Mate (Antone and Oleander)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 20:58:31</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;The man would slowly ease forward, though when the girl blocked his path, movement would slow and cease, watching her as she spoke. Nothing immediately flared through his features, though he would give her a casual look over... taking in the unique sword, as well as her appearance. Quite a beautiful woman, really, though one that looked like she would be better suited at playing in a brothel than attempting to join a pirate crew.<br><br>&nbsp;"... and you think to come with me and play at being a pirate? Or is getting repeatedly raped on a pirate ship really that important to you?"<br><br>&nbsp;He knew that she wouldn't be carrying the sword around unless she could use it. It was odd looking, but could still be sold for coin... which meant she likely knew enough to keep it from any who tried to take it. And the fact that she still looked pretty meant she knew how to take care of herself as a woman. But he was testing her, to see how she would react to his words. He wasn't going to let some little prissy bitch who would fill the ship with drama onto his ship. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Race to be First Mate (Antone and Oleander)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 00:39:20</strong>
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				"Play?"<br><br>She mused. Giggling over the word. Oh, Maria Pita did not 'play' at being a pirate. She was as vicious and determined as it got. The man, just a quarter inch to the left of the Captain was snickering at her obvious defeat. She didn't find it funny. With a quick flick of her wrist, the man found the blade of her dagger dug deep into hus throat, he choked, gurgled and fell into a heap on the floor, choking on his own blood. She frowned, her eyes never leaving the Captains.<br><br>"Now, Now. That's quite unfair. I think a girl is just as good a pirate as any, infact, I think I could prove to be a better pirate than any of your men Cap'n." <br><br>She moved a few steps, her hips swaying as she walked, her boots thudding on the floor quietly as her sword bounced against her hip. Certainly it was an eye catcher, but alas, she knew its worth and she knew its destiny. She had the skill to wield it, no doubt about it, she just preferred to come off as a little less than impressive. <br><br>"Do I have to dress in buckles, and flowing skirts just to get some damn recognition? Should I put a feather in my hat and lower my vocabulary to the word " ARgh" and " Shiver me timbers?"<br><br>She was teasing, making fun of some of his men to say the least. She let that stone cold gaze meet his and her determination blazed right through. Maria was a hard worker, mean and to the point. She'd do whatever was necessary to get the recognition she deserved, even if it meant whoring herself out to the Cap'n, hey, atleast she'd be getting laid ontop of plundering. What a perfect little world right? <br><br><em> "Ay! Maria leave these boys alone, a lass like you dont need be meddlin with pirates!"</em><br><br>The man from behind the bar called to her, she smiled in his direction but kept her gaze on the man before her.<br><br>"Ey, Keep. You know me. I like Meddling with dangerous men." <br><br>This aroused a chuckle from the older man as he eagerly awaited to see if his Precious Maria met the Captains requirements. If not, he'd be a dead man walkin. And that was just if Maria found it amusing to act upon vengence.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Race to be First Mate (Antone and Oleander)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 01:24:58</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;For a few moments, he'd simply look at her, watching without reaction as she killed the man laughing, and as she swayed her way towards him. Truth be told, she did have a rather nice look to her... and being surrounded by men alone at sea was rather boring at times. He'd watch her for a few moments, his head tilting to the side momentarily in silent contemplation, though his gaze would flicker towards the barkeep for a moment. But when he looked back at the girl, whose name he didn't even know, he'd simply shake his head, as if deciding for the negative.<br><br>&nbsp;He'd step around her, and move towards the door, as if having no fear of her striking his back, but at the door, he'd pause, head half turning to speak back towards her.<br><br>&nbsp;"... you have 10 minutes to be at the ship, or your not coming... I'd recommend bringing some sexier clothing than that, but only if you want to risk the crew raping you."<br><br>&nbsp;And with that, the man would kick the door open, and slowly stroll out, making his way through the streets, towards the docks that held his ship. It was actually only like a 2 minute walk, but that gave her time to collect any valuables she wanted. Plus, with as slow as he walked, it would take him exactly 10 minutes to get there, so he would see if she kept to the time limit or not.
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				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 01:45:24</strong>
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				"Maria Pita."<br><br>She called over him, that spanish accent rolled off her tongue like liquid sex. She smirked lightly as he gave her a time limit of ten minutes. That wouldn't be hard, everything she owned was wound up tight in a moderate black bag. Sexier? Oh Marias clothes were a little less than scant. But alas, she carried herself well and could fend off a crew of hornballs. Nothing wrong with giving them a little show, besides. She figured she'd be the prettiest thing they'd have to look at for the next few months.<br><br>She moved to the keep and reached over the bar pulling her bag out from underneath it. Tossing it over her shoulder, a gloved hand holding firmly to the strap. The keep smiled and nodded to her, bidding her farewell and good luck. She'd found a new crew she had to work her way into. Nothing beat hard work. <br><br>She moved back over to the body laid upon the floor and she pulled her knife from his throat, wiping the blade clean upon the corpses shirt before sheathing the dagger at her thigh where it belonged. She then turned and headed out the door. The Salty Wench returning to its daily business. She closed the tavern door behind her and followed the slow paced Captain. Why did he walk so slow? It took her mere seconds to catch up with him.<br><br>"Are you sure it's your crew that wants to rape me.. and not you?" <br><br>She teased as she passed him, making her way towards the dock, and the ship that was undoubtedly the Ambrosia.
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 01:55:06</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;The man walked slow simply because he had no reason to rush. His men knew their jobs well enough that he ultimately had little to worry over. And why not? It was unlikely he'd back back to this port for quite a while, so why not enjoy the last few sights and sounds of it, before he traveled the seas for the next couple of months?<br><br>&nbsp;As she moved past, his eyes would momentarily travel to follow her ass, hearing her teasing words, and a slight curl would be seen upon one side of his mouth.<br><br>&nbsp;"I know my crew... besides, if I wanted to rape you, it would have happened already."<br><br>&nbsp;That was only a partial lie... he really did find himself wanting to rape her, though he figured if she was going to be in his crew, he'd have plenty of months at sea to see about doing it... assuming she proved worthwhile. He'd give her a couple days to see that... to see how she handled the crew, as well as the work. It was easy to say you were something, but much harder to prove it. And while it was true that he was Captain, and had a much easier job than any others, he had also earned the spot time and time again, defending his crew, dishing out gold, training them... and even spilling blood for them, both his own and others.<br><br>&nbsp;The Ambrosia would be floating on the docks, a beautiful ship indeed. The wood was a surprisingly dark color, almost black, probably the wood cured that color, or perhaps the coating for it... hard to tell. But it looked big enough to hold a couple hundred people, plus supplies. Then again, as a pirate ship, being out at sea for months at a time... there was no telling when it might pillage... and needed room to store everything, right? Plus, the large cargo areas left room for plenty of supplies, from food, to booze, to medical supplies.<br><br>&nbsp;Moving up to the dock, the closest thing he had to a first mate would be standing there, waiting. He didn't have a first mate, persay... just a next in charge, though without a title. Mostly, the man was his eyes and ears in the crew, letting him know of what was going on.<br><br>&nbsp;"The ships all ready to part sir! Just waiting on you..."<br><br>&nbsp;The Captain would simply nod, and pauses at the bottom of the plank of wood that led up onto the ship, turning his head slightly to look for Maria Pita.
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				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>06-08-2009, 02:08:51</strong>
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				Maria had been a few steps ahead of him. As he settled on the edge of the boarding plank, she stood centre of it, one foot resting upon the edging of the boarding hole. Her eyes focused up on the man standing infront of her, blocking her way through. Sure enough she waited for the questions, the mockery. None of these men knew her, or her story. But her tale had spread far and wide across many ports, from sea to sea. <br><br>Maria had been a captain once herself, more so in the Spanish Armada. Along side an Angel named Esmeralda. She'd fought many an enemy to prove her worth to the Spanish Queen, but when her ship had been bombarded and over run by pirates she had been the first to the sway the tides and turn a darker leaf. She'd taken on the life of a pirate, it's vicious, violent, free way of living had enticed her. With her military background it allowed her a bit of leeway, some leverage if you will.<br><br>She stood with that foot steady on the edge of the porthole, the skirts of her dress risen to high thigh, exposing smooth flesh but not in a way of which she was purposely trying to ensnare some roudy responses, but as she looked down at the Captain she awaited the final word.
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				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>11-08-2009, 15:52:52</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;The man would simply look at Maria for a few moments. She would likely feel his eyes resting on the flesh of her thighs, though it wasn't a leering kind of look like most other men might give. The crew of the ship itself were seemingly gathered on the deck, many looking over the side, as if trying to figure out what was going on. More than a handful gave whistles to her, though otherwise it was oddly silent... as if waiting for an execution order.<br><br>&nbsp;"Girly here thinks she wants to be a member of the crew, boys... so we're going to give her a chance. So say hello to the newest member of the Ambrosia. Her position is that of any normal new member... simple cabin boy, lowest on the totem. Make sure to make her feel welcome."<br><br>&nbsp;This of course caused quite a few smirks, chuckles, grins, and whistles to flow from the crew, before they dispersed, moving to ensure the ship was fully ready so that it could set sail whenever the Captain wanted. The man himself would step up, easing past Maria, and as he did, words would be murmured under his breath to her alone.<br><br>&nbsp;"Welcome aboard the Ambrosia, Maria Pita... hopefully you can keep that spirit longer than the last wench who thought to join..."<br><br>&nbsp;... before the man would move up onto the deck proper, and would move about, starting to inspect everything. Oh, he trusted his crew, no doubt. But he took nothing for chance... not when it came to his ship. He was the last line of defense to ensure she remained in perfect working order.
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				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>15-08-2009, 20:40:33</strong>
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				She could see it in their faces. The looks in their eyes. Oh this was going to be fun. The corner of her lips perked up in a pleasant little smirk. Even the Capt'ns little warning didn't spook her. Maria was strong willed, and fierce. A vicious woman at that. They may not know her story now, but, they'd know it soon enough. She followed up behind the Captain. Cabin boy? Humn.. this was going to be interesting.<br><br>She kept her bag slung over her shoulder, holding the single strap with a gloved hand as she other remained limp at her side. Fingertips brushing the beautifully crafted daggers tied in against the smooth flesh. Their cold steel pressed against her skin was often times arousing, but she was used to it. However, as she began to let her eyes run over the men of the ambrosia, she felt her self calculating defense tactics. Strategies of revenge, and safe keeping practices. <br><br>These men were going to give her hell. From torturous tasks, possibly on down to trying to rape her. She smirked at that.. there was a choice man she'd let do that, but would he stoop as low as his crew? She snickered to the thought. Oh this was going to be hell. She moved off to the side, giving herself a small little tour of the ship. She was going to learn this ships every little nook and cranny soon enough.<br><br>She moved with that little sway in her hips, long obsidian tresses tucked back behind her ears and she tied it back with the red scarf she'd been wearing loosely earlier, it was tied into a small free flow bow, not very pirate like, but she was a woman, and like any other woman she had her girly moments, but her attitude and ability to wield the sword on her hip labeled her as a prominent threat. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Race to be First Mate (Antone and Oleander)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>16-08-2009, 16:27:36</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;As Maria was browsing through the many decks of the ambrosia, the Captain was looking through the ship, finally having decided everything was good to go. And while she was below deck, the other members of the crew pulled up anchor, and she'd feel the subtle sway of the ship, a little different from before, speaking of movement away from the docks, heading out towards the open seas.<br><br>&nbsp;The Captain himself had moved to his quarters, a rather large room complete with all the perks of being a Captain. All the other sleeping quarters below deck were shared, a few actual rooms for some of the higher crew man, generally 4 to a room, the rest sleeping in open bays, pretty much throwing up a hammock wherever they can make it stick comfortably.<br><br>&nbsp;There was plenty to see upon the ship as well. The large storage areas that stored all their food and supplies, as well as a smaller, completely bare corner of the same area... obviously left for things they stole from other ships. There would also be a few cells, for prisoners that they took. They'd also have an area with cannons, the area for controlling the anchor, as well as what looks like a couple giant grappling hooks.... probably for shooting into the side of another ship, to ensure it didn't get away.<br><br>&nbsp;The Ambrosia really did seem like it was prepared to wage war with whatever vessel it came across.<br><br>&nbsp;And as Maria might make her way up through the decks, either to find someplace to put her things, or to go to the deck, she'd suddenly be stopped by two men who stepped in front of her. They were what your typical pirate scum might look like... large, somewhat muscular, unshaven, dirty, wearing simple pants and shirts, one having a bandana around his head.<br><br>&nbsp;"well, hello there girly... we thought we'd give you a proper welcome to the ambrosia..."<br><br>&nbsp;And both men would step towards her, rape obvious in their gazes. They were men that together could easily overpower her... assuming she let their hands find purchase upon her flesh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Race to be First Mate (Antone and Oleander)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>19-08-2009, 15:43:04</strong>
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				Oh she explored, manning her ground very easily as the ship took to the sways of the sea. A bright smile upon her lips as she drank in the view of the vessel. Oh the Ambrosia was a bveautiful ship. but as she began making her way towards deck, stepping just into the strand of light filtering from the open gate she was met with the burly bodies of two grown men. Their words barely phazed her as did the gleam in their eyes. She giggled lightly and reached up boxing both men in their ears, rather painfully. She was well aware of the "proper greeting"&nbsp; they were imposing.<br><br>"Well thank ye lads! I greatly appreciate ya welcomin' words. But I gots me a Cap'n to be after." <br><br>She grinned so viciously is was a look unbefitting of a woman as pretty as she. With practiced steps she danced around the two men, whom at this point would be faced with raging headaches and pranced her way up onto the main deck. The sudden rush of salty winds hit her face and the warmth of the coming open seas. This was going to be a very rough trip. She could feel it in her bones.<br><br>"You boys comin' up, or what?" <br><br>She called down to the two lackies whom had every intention of man handling her, but they didn't have that right. There was one man on this ship that even had a lickin' of a chance to touchin her silken flesh and that was the Captain himself. She was dead set on that gorgeous man being hers.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Race to be First Mate (Antone and Oleander)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>20-09-2009, 08:54:22</strong>
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				<br>&nbsp;The two men were easily taken care of, completely caught off guard by the boxin. But as she called out, they'd both growl, moving up onto the deck, as if about to give her that 'greeting', there if need be. But as soon as they were up there, both men were shoved off towards one end of the ship, away from the woman. They almost seemed like they were set on arguing, though when they saw it was Saleaz, the man in charge under the Captain, they just grumbled and set about work. Saleaz was the closest thing the ship had to a first mate, though the actual slot was currently open, the Captain not having decided yet who would get such a spot, as well as all the benefits that would come with it.<br><br>&nbsp;Saleaz, watching the two men run off would shake his head, and turns, regarding the female a moment.<br><br>&nbsp;"You'd do well to watch yourself, wench... Seems your already making friends, and there are far worse men here than those two bilgerats. But as long as your careful, I suppose you'll be alright."<br><br>&nbsp;Walking over towards the side, a mop and a bucket would be found, and quite forcefully shoved into the woman's arms.<br><br>&nbsp;"I dunno why the Cap'n let you join... but don't think you'll be garnering any special treatment from me just cause you've a pair of tits, and a hole between your thighs instead of a rod. You'll earn your way just as everyone else does. So get to work."<br><br>&nbsp;The man spoke as if expecting obediance, and unless she voiced up any questions, or comments, he'd suddenly look over, seeing another crewman doing something obviously retarded, and would yell, storming his way in that direction to obviously rectify the situation.<br><br>&nbsp;Meanwhile, the man who was Owner and Captain of the Ambrosia would be within his cabin, the door open, standing in front of a large table, secured to the floor, looking down at some rolled open parchment consideringly. It looked like a map of the coastlines, and it would seem he was pondering their course for the time being. They did just tend to wander until 'prey' crossed their path. And for the moment, he decided to just let the winds take them.<br><br>&nbsp;Chuckling slightly, he'd walk out into the doorway of his cabin, eyes moving over the deck of the ship, watching the flurry of activity, knowing Saleaz would take care of things for the moment. The man still wore his large captains coat, something he didn't get rid of until they were at sea. After all, his men knew who he was well enough, though he liked to keep it on when within sight of a port, just in the off chance someone would see him... to ensure they knew what and who they were lookig at.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Race to be First Mate (Antone and Oleander)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>22-09-2009, 22:45:38</strong>
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				Maria watched Saleaz with quiet concideration. By the way he held himself, and the way the other two had run off without another word, told her he was he competition. If she wanted to get anywhere, she needed his approval first. She smiled and took hold of the mop and bucket. And before he could say another word she'd set to work. She'd gathered the water and the supplies necessary to begin swabbing the deck. She controlled the mop with a swaying motion, obviously happy to do her work, whether it be dirty cabin work or not.<br><br>She swayed in the motions and hummed to herself. Stopping momentarily to take hold of her long gloossy curls and pull them back out of her face with a ribbon. She hiked up the skirts of her dress and fastened them to her hips, letting the skirts ring around her thighs, and expose the smooth expanse of her legs as she continued to mop. Making sure to use firm motions to get the grime, mud and salt off the wood. She knew very well how to keep a ship in tip top condition. She had, of course, been a part of the infamous Spanish Armada, alongside the legendary Angel Oleander. How, she missed Oleander dearly.. that woman had been sex on heels. <br><br>Maria hummed to herself and continued to mop, making her way from one end of the deck to the next. Being mindful of spiteful, childish men who would certainly be marching all over her freshly cleaned deck soon enough and yammer on about how she'd missed a spot.. oh she was waiting for one of them to spit upon her work. She brushed a hand across her chest for a moment, feeling the soft smooth skin to remind herself she was still a woman, no matter how sea worthy she was.. these men would put her through hell and back. <br><br>She looked up in time to see the Cap'n stepping out of his cabin with his Captains Coat on. She smiled to herself, a small little smile she was certain he couldn't see. What a beautiful man he was... if anyone one this ship was going to rape her, she couldn't help but wish it would be him.. then again, most women felt the same way. She shook her head and cursed at herself and reminded herself she wasn't a woman here. She wasn't worthy of such accomidations and she best roam through her belongings later and start wearing pants.. otherwise someone was going to start trying to toss up the back of her skirt. Ruthless.
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Race to be First Mate (Antone and Oleander)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Antone</strong> on <strong>08-10-2009, 23:53:34</strong>
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				&nbsp;The man who was the utmost authority on the ship stood there, in the doorway of his cabin, his eyes roaming over the deck of the ship, watching the movement of each pirate, eyes almost critical as he inspected what each was doing... and whether they were doing it to the standard he desired. His eyes would of course stray to the girl who would be pirate, watching as she swabbed the deck. He'd notice the skirt that was now high up on her legs, revealing the smooth, toned flesh that traveled between her skirt and the tops of her boots. Pulling his eyes away for a moment, they'd lift to catch Saleaz's gaze, and the man would give a slight shrug.<br><br>&nbsp;"... hm..."<br><br>&nbsp;He'd simply nod his head. Almost immediately afterwards, Saleaz made a silent gesture to about 5 men, all of which were relatively new as well, so they were looking to make good for themselves as well. Plus wouldn't be a big loss if something happened to them. This was to test her mettle more than anything else. Those 5 men would all seem to finish what their doing, or at least put the things to a certain point. All of them would pick up some bags of simple things, such as flour, sugar, or other things that would go in the scullery for the cook, and would walk across the deck where she was washing. And somehow, as they passed over the area, all 5 seemed to develope slight holes in their bags, which leaked numerous powders and substenances upon the newly swabbed deck. Of course, the men acted oblivious, not even looking back.<br><br>&nbsp;But Saleaz would look over, and arches a brow a moment. "It would appear you've missed a couple of spots, girl."
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				Title: <strong>Re: A Race to be First Mate (Antone and Oleander)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Oleander</strong> on <strong>13-10-2009, 04:59:52</strong>
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				"Ire! You mangy dogs! Look at the mess ye be makin! " <br><br>Her voice rang loud and clear with the authority of someone with noteable experience. Her tone was a bit rough, as if already sea-bidden but they hadn't even set sail. It was an unshakable trait from her previous experience aboard ships. She ignored the calling statement from Saleaz and made to mop up the mess the five men had made. A very tense air about her. If they dared to turn tail on her clean deck and do it again.. she hoped the captain had made them expendable for they'd be nothin but shark bait by the time she was through with them. <br><br>Or so said the dagger which glistened at her thigh. She swabbed over the mess and once the deck was once again spotless she set the bucket and mop aside and moved on to the next task. Her skirts still tied up about her thighs and her boots made an idle thud as she moved. She wasn't heavy footed but in a place where everyman was her enemy she felt no need for stealth. She hummed to herself and continued about the cabin boy tasks. Waiting for those mang dogs to start an insult at her.
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