The Red Storm (Cherri & Strangely Made)
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				Title: <strong>The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>07-09-2007, 09:36:40</strong>
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				Lucinda Alicia Rojas strode out on the deck, surveying the ship.&nbsp; Her ship, El Tempestad Roja, a sleek and bold ship, a trio of masts rising from her decks, now well trimmed as she lay to port off the shore of a small town.&nbsp; Smoke rose lazily from within the wall, earlier breached by cannon fire.&nbsp; She cut a fine figure, looking across the azure waters, right hand balanced neatly on the hilt of her saber, her left a single gleaming hook, taken in battle for sole propriety of the ship she now captained.&nbsp; Dark black curls framed her face, darkened by the sun, a single scar, standing out upon her left cheek.&nbsp; She smiled at the sight of her boys leading a small group of townsfolk, mostly boys barely grown to manhood and girls young enough to still be virgins.&nbsp; They would fetch a pretty penny in the slave markets.&nbsp; This trip had proven profitable, and soon, it would be time to set sail for home… <br><br>“A fine haul, Cap’n Rojas.”&nbsp; Alajendro, her first mate, started up the short wooden steps to stand beside her, towering over her lithe frame.&nbsp; She nodded, lips quirking into a smile.&nbsp; “I want an inventory taken.&nbsp; Oh, and while you’re at it, pull out a likely candidate for a new cabin boy.&nbsp; You know my tastes.&nbsp; And this time, Jendro?&nbsp; Make sure he’s hearty.&nbsp; The last one didn’t even last the week.”&nbsp; <br><br>She turned on her heel, knowing that he would fulfill her request before seeing to the other prisoners, and entered her cabin, pausing at the scarred wooden table that took up one corner, her finger tracing a route across a well used map, drawing a line from where they stood to their home in Pirate’s Bay, a trip of 7 days, if the wind held steady.<br><br>--<br><br>Alajendro watched his fellow pirates press their captives up the gang plank and towards the holds, his practiced eye quickly picking out a likely candidate for his captain.&nbsp; Stepping forward, he grabbed a handsome young man, his hands held by manacles before him, leg chains slowing his gait, and pulled him from the uneven line. <br><br>Without word of explanation, he shoved the bewildered prisoner across the deck and up the broad steps until he stood at the captain’s carved door, painted crimson, a small window breaking the surface.<br><br>“You, my fine friend, are in luck today.”&nbsp; He growled, menace in his voice.&nbsp; “Seems the captain needs a new cabin boy.”&nbsp; With that, he pulled the latch on the door and gave the young man a shove, sending him sprawling into the room....<br>
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-09-2007, 02:44:11</strong>
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				Kylemit landed on the wooden floor of the cabin with a thump, arms and legs akimbo. His long black hair over his face meant that he couldn't see where he was very clearly. Carefully he stood up and immediately regretted it, at 6'3" with the build of a blacksmith he wasn't built for life on board ship.<br>Brushing his hair aside so that he could see revealed the peculiar eyes he had inherited from his mother, one hazel the other blue. This anomaly had caused him all sorts of problems from being accused of witchcraft to being called a freak by any girls he had been interested in.<br><br>Most young men his age had known at least one woman but even at 18 Kylemit was still a virgin; in fact he had been talking to a woman of questionable virtue to correct this when the attack had happened.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>08-09-2007, 09:06:29</strong>
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				Lucinda muttered under her breath, hearing the door to her cabin open, then close again, and sensing the presence of someone new... Without turning, she knew it was her first mate making good on his promise of finding her a new 'boy' to play with.&nbsp; A cruel, yet playful smile, lifed her right cheek slightly as she ignored him for a moment, charting the course the Red Storm would take over the next few days.&nbsp; Finally, she straigtened, facing the lad for the first time...<br><br>She looked him over, noting that Alajendro had chosen well... perfect to her tastes, tall, yet not so old that he'd lost his youthful good looks.&nbsp; She stepped forward, her hook rising to sweep the hair from his face, her gaze lingering on his strangely mismatched eyes, then she stepped back, arms folded across her chest, a tightly laced leather vest hugging her shape and a Crimson blouse of silk flowing down her arms.&nbsp; Pantaloons of deepest green were tucked carelessly into her boots, as well as a slim dagger.<br><br>"Well, well, well."&nbsp; she announced, done with her appraisal.&nbsp; "Looks like today is your lucky day."&nbsp; She stepped forward once more, her good hand upon his chest, pushing him back against the wall, locking her gaze with his.<br><br>"My first mate has seen fit to spare you from the slave block, boy.&nbsp; Really, someone has been looking out for you.&nbsp; A pretty speciman such as yourself would fetch quite a tidy profit.&nbsp; We'll have to think of some way for you to repay me the money I will lose, should I decide to keep you, hmm?"&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-09-2007, 13:20:14</strong>
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				He took in the sight of this woman and went white with fear, never in his young life had he seen such a fearsome yet strangely alluring visage.<br><br>If he could have with ease he would have turned and ran out of the cabin, the crampedness however precluded this, instead he stood as proud as he could he chest thrust out as his father had taught him to do in the face of danger.<br>"Please M'am I'm not a rich person but what wealth I have I will gladly give to regain my freedom"
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>08-09-2007, 13:52:12</strong>
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				She laughed at that, a rich laughter that tumbled from her throat as she shook her head, sending her curls swaying back and forth.&nbsp; "Amusing.&nbsp; Perhaps you missed you calling as an actor, hmm?"&nbsp; She tapped him on the chest with her hook, turning it so that it's point rested gently beneath his chin as she pushed her face towards his, her voice low and menacing.&nbsp; <br><br>"Your father most likely lies dead, and his riches have already filled my coffers.&nbsp; If you wish to buy your freedom, then you'll have to think of a better way then to bribe me with my own gold."
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-09-2007, 14:25:43</strong>
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				With a gulp Klyemit lifted his chin up away from the cruel point of the hook.<br>He remembered how his father had looked as he fell beneath the sword blows one her crew hand delivered.<br><br>" I don't know what else I can offer m'am, I am a hard worker though"<br>He hoped his offer would be favourable to her as the thought of ending up a slave working for some rich lord drove fear into his heart.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>08-09-2007, 23:57:50</strong>
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				Lucinda turned her back on him, her hips swaying as she crossed the comfortable cabin to settle on her daybed, legs resting one booted ankle upon her knee.&nbsp; Dark eyes drank him in from head to toe as a hard smile played over her full lips.<br><br>"Oh, I'm sure we can work something out... the question is, how much would you be willing to trade for your freedom?&nbsp; Is it so precious to you, boy?"
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>09-09-2007, 00:05:19</strong>
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				The hip swaying caught the young mans eye, if it had been a differant situation his friends would probably be teasing him on how much he was blushing right now.<br>When he saw that she was looking directly at him and smiling his face took on an almost beetroot colour.<br>"I'm...not..used to..ships m'am" He stammered, shyness was his curse when it came to talking to beautiful women and Lucinda was beautiful in a strange way. "But I'll work hard....I can cook..if that helps "
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>09-09-2007, 00:45:30</strong>
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				A genuine laugh bubbled up and burst out of Lucinda's chest, making her breasts heave pleasantly beneather her crismson blouse.<br><br>"My, you are slow, boy.&nbsp; I'm not interested in how well you cook..." once more, her eyes traveled over him, not bothering to hide her interest in his physique.&nbsp; "What I am interested in, is someone to serve my needs.&nbsp; You'll be running errands for me, fetching my breakfast, keeping my cabin in order.&nbsp; My own personal servant.&nbsp; And, if you do a good job, I can make life... pleanant for you."&nbsp; she smiled, giving him a sultry wink.<br><br>"And if you don't..."&nbsp; her eyes turned hard, glittering obdisean against her brown skin.&nbsp; "I will make your life a living hell.&nbsp; Understand?&nbsp; Now... would you prefer that, or would you prefer to spend the rest of the voyage in the cargo hold with the rest of the chattel?"
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>09-09-2007, 00:50:51</strong>
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				Trying desperatly to ignore how well her bluse filled out when she laughed he nodded quickly.<br>"Yes m'am....I mean no ma'm..I don't want to be in the hold....and I can do what you want, I used to look after the house when my mother died ..dad was to busy"<br>He shuffled his feet slightly when he thought about how the wink made him feel, he knew it was perfectly natural to feel this way but women had always made him feel awkward.
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>09-09-2007, 01:19:51</strong>
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				She was enjoying his discomort.&nbsp; Yes, this one was going to be a treat.&nbsp; A slow smile pulled at the corners of her lips, softening her eyes only slightly.&nbsp; <br><br>"Fine, then.&nbsp; It's settled you're mine."&nbsp; She stood lazily, her hook resting on her cocked hip&gt;&nbsp; "Rules.&nbsp; Listen carful boy... you have a name?"&nbsp; she paused, looking at him expectantly, on slim eyebrow raised.
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>09-09-2007, 01:29:27</strong>
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				" yes m'am, my names Kylemit m'am " He looked down at the floor as he spoke any where rather than look at the woman in front of him. She was the reason his father was lying dead and why he and the rest of the captured were doomed to live out the rest of their lives in slavery.
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>09-09-2007, 01:37:55</strong>
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				Lucinda nodded curtly, before going on. "From now on you will answer to Kyle, or boy, understand? Good."&nbsp; she wasn't interested in his answer.&nbsp; He either would or he would be punished.&nbsp; Simple as that.&nbsp; "Now, Rules.&nbsp; First off, I don't want to hear your sorry little tales of how your mother did this or any other drival.&nbsp; You're life in the crummy little town is over.&nbsp; Second.&nbsp; You will address me either as Mistress or Captain.&nbsp; Always.&nbsp; And third, and most importantly..." <br><br>she advanced on him, her speed almost cat like.&nbsp; It was easy to see how she had earned her position amongst her pirate breathen.&nbsp; "You will always do as I tell you.&nbsp; Any request, order, or suggestion, <em>will</em> be obeyed without question."&nbsp; She bared her teeth in a fierce and feral smile.&nbsp; "If you do not, punishment will be immediate and harsh.&nbsp; Do I make myself clear, boy?"
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>09-09-2007, 01:49:53</strong>
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				He listened intently to the rules, how ever when she advanced on him he almost fell backwards with shock. he had never met any one as frightening as this Pirate. His fear was obvious in his eyes as he mumbled "yes m'am...i mean Captain" he hoped his slip would cause her to be angry with him.
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>10-09-2007, 01:05:12</strong>
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				Lucinda could practically smell the fear on this one... good.&nbsp; Just perfect for what she had in mind.&nbsp; By voyages end she'd have him jumping everytime she cleared her throat.&nbsp; <br><br>"Good.&nbsp; For now, get out of my sight.&nbsp; Go find Alajendro, he's the one who brought you to me.&nbsp; Go tell him I want to speak with him.&nbsp; And you'd best find him in a hurry."&nbsp; she carressed her hook along the line of his jaw. "And ask him to find you something suitable to wear.&nbsp; Really, you look like a... peasant."&nbsp; <br><br>She gave him a shove towards the door.&nbsp; "Go!"
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>10-09-2007, 01:12:40</strong>
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				Looking momentarily down at his clothing Kylemit wondered what was wrong with his attire and was about to say something.<br>Instead he found himself heading towards the door, opening it quickly he stepped out side of the cabin and lent against the door after closing it.<br><br>His eyes closed for a few seconds as he held back tears of grief for his father. <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>10-09-2007, 01:50:12</strong>
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				Outside the cabin, the ship was beehive of activity.&nbsp; The erstwhile slaves had all been stowed below decks, but still there was plenty to do.&nbsp; Room had to be made for fresh water, textiles taken from the small town, fresh fruits and vegetables, silverware... anything and everything of value that could be easily moved as stored.&nbsp; On shore, several rough looking pirates were busy butchering cows and, from the look of things, the ship woulnd't be weighing anchor anytime soon.&nbsp; <br><br>Fortunatley for Kylemit, the first mate was easy to find among the crew, his tall dark figure standing out, the glitter of golden rings on his ears making him look exotic and dashing.&nbsp; He was calling out orders for carefully stocking bottles of wine taken from the vineyard on the hill above the town, his back to the boy. 
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>10-09-2007, 02:19:21</strong>
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				Kylemit had to side step several times as he made his way across deck, the sound of the ship was a deafing caucophny of wood creaking, ropes being tightened and the general talking and shouting of the crew as they went about their buisiness.<br><br>Upon spying the first mate Kylemit started to walk to him before he stood still and wondered briefly if he would be able to get off the ship. He decided how ever that simply walking off was not an option with the docks being thick with crew loading the ship and since he couldn't swim jumping into the water wold mean certain death.<br><br>Reluctantly he continued to the first mate and with a cough tried to get his attention.
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>10-09-2007, 02:25:16</strong>
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				Alejendro say the boy as soon as he exited his captain's cabin, keeping a subtle eye on him the entire time, wondering what he was about and if he was stupid enough to try to jump ship... Captain Rojas wouldn't appreciate that, much to the boy's chagrin.&nbsp; <br><br>"Careful with that, lad.&nbsp; Those bottles worth more then you are." he called out to a rough looking pirate stowing a carefully labled box before turning, peering down at his captains new cabin boy, one dark eye brow cocked.<br><br>"You've my attention, Boy.&nbsp; Don't squander it.&nbsp; What is it you want?"&nbsp; His accent was strange.. spanish, perhaps, but there was a strange lilt to his words as well.
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>13-09-2007, 11:25:11</strong>
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				Trying to take it all in at once Kyle watched as the men struggled with their loads, yet more were almost running up and down the rigging of the ship trimming sails and replacing rope and wood as needed.<br><br>At the sound of the first mates voice Kyle snapped back his attention. " Please Sir, the Captain said she wanted to see you and that you were to sort me out some differant clothes to wear sir....if you don't mind"<br>The young man blurted the words out in a verbal shower he was so nervous of the intimidateing man in front of him.<br>
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>14-09-2007, 18:47:22</strong>
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				Alejenadro nodded, expecting as much.&nbsp; The Captain would want her new... plaything to look his best.&nbsp; A breif flash of pity filled his eyes before nodding.&nbsp; <br><br>"Calisto!"&nbsp; He shouted out, his voice carrying through the riot of noise on the busy pirate ship.&nbsp; An older woman, perhaps in her early forties, dresses in a simple green cotton dress, her waist cinched by brown leather corset that pushed her breasts upwards until it seemed they might burst forth at any moment, came forth.&nbsp; Brown hair fell to her shoulders as she approached the first mate, a pleasant smile on her face.<br><br>"You bellowed, Jendro?"&nbsp; she quipped, her eyes full of mischief.&nbsp; <br><br>The first mate lips turned upwards in a lusty smile, his eyes sparkling as he grabbed Kylemit's bicep, pushing him towards the woman.<br><br>"The captain wants this one.&nbsp; See to it that he looks presentable, Cal."<br><br>With that, he turned and left the two of them together, his footsteps leading him towards Rojas' cabin.<br><br>Cal nodded, watching his retreat, her smile sly and satisfied before turning to the matter at hand.<br><br>"Well, well, well.&nbsp; So you've caught the Captain's fancy, have you?&nbsp; Poor thing.&nbsp; What did she offer you, I have to be wondering."
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>15-09-2007, 01:08:45</strong>
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				He watched the interaction between the two ship mates and it reminded him of how his father had used to talk to the people who he traded with, Kyle sensed that these two were close but maybe not as close as Jendro would have wished.<br><br>At her question kyle looked confused "I guess I have ma'am but I don't know what she offered me except to not make me a slave if I did as I was told"<br><br>He looked around at every one working and the villagers who were being taken down to the hold "I don't want to be a slave ma'am but she scares me and I know I'll make a mistake" He finished, his face bright red because he had just blurted that out to a complete stranger.
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>15-09-2007, 11:23:58</strong>
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				Callisto nodded at the boys words, her eyes full of pity.&nbsp; <br><br>"You've every right to be scared of her, lad.&nbsp; And none of this Ma'am.&nbsp; It's Calisto.&nbsp; Ma'am makes me sound old, which I might be, but I'm not wanting to be reminded of it by the likes of you."&nbsp; Her voice was tart, but a hint of a smile belied them somewhat. <br><br>"Now then, I'd reckon that, if you do what you're told and stay out of trouble..."&nbsp; she shrugged, turning towards the stairs that led to the hold.&nbsp; <br><br>"Follow me, boy, and watch your step.&nbsp; We'll get you properly outfitted and fed, even.&nbsp; Then it's back to the Captain with you."&nbsp; <br><br>She led the way, into a hold filled with the treasures of Balant, the town where Kylemit had lived out his entire life, as well as several others that had also fallen prey to the pirates. Trunks and crates and barrells and all manner of odds and ends filled the hold.&nbsp; Callisto made her way to the far end, opening trunks up one at a time, murrming to herself, before finally selecting a pair of leather breaches that buttoned up the front and a blouse of blue silk and ruffled sleeves and silver buttons.<br><br>"Here, lad.&nbsp; Put this on.&nbsp; Should fit you well, but if not, we'll find something else suitable."
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>15-09-2007, 14:41:06</strong>
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				Kyle nodded, "Food would be good" He hadn't eaten since the evening before and now his stomach was starting to tell him he was hungry.<br>Holding up the shirt he looked at it unsure if he liked it or not, but he shrugged knowing it didn't matter anyway. He would have to wear it as it was the only clothes that he had been given and he didn't want to cause any prblems for him self.<br><br>"Errrrr could you turn around please?" he asked holding up the breaches indicating that he wanted to put them on with a little privacy.
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>18-09-2007, 09:08:42</strong>
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				Calisto's eyes rolled, accompanied by a slight shake of her head, but she did as the boy asked.&nbsp; "Be better off getting over that shy streak right now, lad.&nbsp; Our Captain's not big on patience for such.&nbsp; You'll learn that in a hurry."&nbsp; <br><br>Busying herself about the hold, sorting through an embarrassment of treasures, she managed to spy on Kylemit, careful to insure that he was none the wiser.&nbsp; &nbsp;A nice looking lad, she thought.&nbsp; Very nice.&nbsp; She might even fancy him herself if Rojas hadn't already claimed him, speaking of...<br><br>"Hurry up there, will ya?&nbsp; The lady Captain'll be wondering if you've skipped off, we take too long.&nbsp; And you really don't want her coming to fetch you, trust me on that."&nbsp; The words were meant kindly, if a bit tart.&nbsp; After all, there was always the chance that she'd have her ear chewed off for taking too long as well, not something she'd welcome.
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>18-09-2007, 10:16:41</strong>
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				Dressed Kylemit turned round, he stood looking very uncomfortable in his new clothes and constantly fidgeted with the collar of the shirt.<br>"Aren't these girls clothes?" he asked trying to see how he looked , with out the use of a mirror it was pretty difficult.<br>Giving up he finally acknowledged Calisto "Well I guess I'm ready, do you think the captain will be pleased" he asked even though at the moment he didn't really care.
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				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>18-09-2007, 10:28:48</strong>
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				Calisto took a few moments to admire him before straightening his collar, and then stepping back again, her head bobbing slightly.&nbsp; He really was a bit of a looker, although it was obvious that he was oblivious about it...&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>"No, lad, proper pirate clothes... well..."&nbsp; she broke into a grin, unable to contain her mirth much longer.&nbsp; "Don't worry your pretty little head about it.&nbsp; Captain Rojas will like the look of you, and that's really all that matters, right?&nbsp; Right."&nbsp; She said it with some finality.&nbsp; "Now, turn about a bit, let me see..."&nbsp; She took one shoulder, giving him a push round, admiring how his breeches clung to his young through and firm buttocks.&nbsp; <br><br>"Perfect, boy.&nbsp; If you were a proper scoundrel, I'd give you a bit of gold, but I'm sure the Captain will want to take care of that her ownself.&nbsp; Now, up the stairs with you."&nbsp; Giving him a gentle push, she guided him back up the stairs to the deck once again.<br>&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>18-09-2007, 10:55:40</strong>
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				He blushed profusely at her attention and gladly scuttled up on deck.<br>A few deck hands wolf whistled and he went even redder. With his head down he tried to walk as casually across the deck as possible, a plan that didn't quite work out as he bumped into several people busy about their work. With mumbled apologies he was grateful when he could disappear below decks again and headed straight for the captains cabin via a few other rooms as he got lost on the way.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>18-09-2007, 11:05:12</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Calisto did her best to guide him, one hand planted firmly between his shoulders, but his longer stride made her work for it and eventually, she was content to let him blunder where he may, sighing with exasperation as he made apology after apology to her fellow crewmen, men who would have, had she not been present, likely taken exception to being bumped and jostled by the dandified looking youth.<br><br>Finally they arrived safely outside the Captain's door, and Calisto took a moment to once again straighten Kylemit's blouse.&nbsp; <br><br>"There.&nbsp; You're a handsome lad, now."&nbsp; She was about to turn to leave, when she took his hand and pulled his ear to her.&nbsp; "Be careful, boy.&nbsp; The captain can be generous when she's in the mood, but there's a darkness to her that puts the worst of storms to shame at times.&nbsp; You tread lightly about her and do your best to please her, and stay out of her way when she's a brewing.&nbsp; Now, go on in, and keep your mouth shut, less'n she asks you a question.&nbsp; Good luck."<br><br>With that, she gave him a friendly swat across the behind and sauntered across the slightly tilted deck, her skirts sweeping the sea stained wood.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>20-09-2007, 12:46:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Blushing slightly when Callisto whispered in his ear Kylemit tried to ignore her hot breath caressing his neck, but when she playfully slapped his backside he almost jumped out of his skin at the way his body responded.<br><br>He watched her disappear across the deck, trying not to stare at the way her skirts accentuated her rear. With his heart in his mouth he took a deep breath, gulped and then after knocking lightly on the door entered the captains cabin.<br><br>He stood still, his head held high "I'm dressed Captain, I hope you approve ma'am" He waited for her reply trying to forget how Callisto had made him fell.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>23-09-2007, 01:40:11</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				&nbsp;Inside the Cabin, Lucinda was busy slowly rolling up the last of her charts, one eye on the blurred glass pane of a small window that looked out on the sea.&nbsp; It would be good to be out there again, on the open waves, out of sight of land.&nbsp; It was a nessecary evil, having to lay anchor so close to land.&nbsp; Out there... out there was freedom...&nbsp; she heard the light knock, scattering her thoughts like gulls on a winters wind, a scowl forming upon her lips.&nbsp; <br><br>"What are you waiting for?"&nbsp; A strong voice carried from within the cabin, a touch of irratation colouring it.&nbsp; "You've got to the count of 3 to get your ass in here, boy.&nbsp; One..."&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>23-09-2007, 01:56:09</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He stepped into the cabin as briskly as he could, almost forgetting how low the ceilings were. At the last second he ducked and just missed hitting his head.<br><br>Standing smartly, Kyle was silent. Not sure what to do or say he began fidgeting. He looked around the cabin and tried to stop thinking about Callisto.<br><br>A vain hope, as every time he focused on something else something brought her back to his mind. Kyle hoped the captain wouldn't notice as he was having to stand quite awkwardly as it was.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>23-09-2007, 02:04:46</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucinda didn't even bother to look up as she heard the door open and close behind her, not ready to relinquish her glimpse of heaven out the portside window.&nbsp; She was aware of his presence, her finely honed senses hearing his footsteps faltering on the hardwood of the cabin floor, finally coming to a halt on the expensive spanish tapestry that she was currently employing as a rug.<br><br>"Two.&nbsp; Good lad.&nbsp; Saves me the trouble of giving you a beating."&nbsp; Finally she turned, eyeing her new cabin boy from head to toe with a growing amusement that translated itself to her dark eyes.&nbsp; "Well, you look the dandy.&nbsp; More to Cal's tastes, then mine, but it will do.&nbsp; Turn around.&nbsp; Slowly, so I can admire her handy work."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>23-09-2007, 02:25:40</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yes captain" he said as he began to awkwardly turn around, it wasn't easy for him as he had to keep bent down so the effect was more of a boxed bear than a lithe boy.<br><br>But he tried his best and completed a full circle before he stood still once more, then he began to notice the effect that being on board ship was having on him. While he had been walking about the movement had affected him but now he was below decks and after having turned around with his head bent he felt decidedly seasick.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>23-09-2007, 02:37:25</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Not bad, she thought, admiring the way his breeches clung to him a like a second skin.&nbsp; Not bad at all.&nbsp; She'd have to make sure the he spent a lot of time bending over.&nbsp; Probably be better for him as well, seeing that his head wasn't going to clear the ceiling of her cabin.&nbsp; &nbsp;When he came to a halt, she noticed the slightly pale palor of his skin, tsking out loud.&nbsp; So, sitting here in the relative calm of the bay was making him ill?&nbsp; She wasn't about to have him spewing all over her cabin, that was for sure.<br><br>"Never been on a ship before, have you boy."&nbsp; She shook her head.&nbsp; She couldn't even envision such a thing.&nbsp; After all, she'd been born to a fine and mighty vessal... the thought softened her features and she decided to take pity on Kylemit.&nbsp; At least for now.&nbsp; <br><br>"I'll have Doc bring you something to ease your stomach.&nbsp; Probably wouldn't hurt to get some&nbsp; food in you too.&nbsp; When was the last time you ate?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>23-09-2007, 02:42:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He tried to stop him self from swaying and managed quite successfully he thought although he soon discovered that fighting the roll of the ship made him feel worse.<br>He looked at the captain, his face pale and washed out. Thinking about food wasn't such a good idea either he found out but he answered her anyway "Last night ma'am " he replied forgetting her order about calling her captain.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>29-09-2007, 23:12:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucinda hid her grin and didn't voice the first thought of that came to mind, that if emptied his stomach in her cabin she'd take it out of his hide.&nbsp; Instead, she simply sighed to herself as her boots rang a heavy staccato on the planking of the floor, walking purposefully to her Cabin door and pushing it open, eyes targeting the closest crewman to her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Lazlo!&nbsp; Take a moment and run me up some medicine.&nbsp; We've got a landlubber here with a weak stomach!"<br><br>Kyle could hear laughter and derisive comments from outside the door amongst all the activity, mostly aimed at him, before the door slammed shut and the Captain gave him a gentle push, aiming him for the wide bunk that graced one wall, piled with silk pillows and sheets, a light quilt laying haphazardly upon it.<br><br>"Lie down for now.&nbsp; No good to me sick, boy.&nbsp; Don't worry.&nbsp; You'll get used to it.&nbsp; And if you don't, well, I can always sell you to someone land locked."&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>30-09-2007, 02:56:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Even in his sea sickness Kyle could appreciate the luxury of a good bed and this was a very good bed.<br>He let himself sick down into it&nbsp; but her warning that she might sell him was a threat he did not want to contemplate. He might have been young but he was wise enough that he would have a good life if he kept his nose clean and did what ever menial tasks the Captain set for him.<br><br>"I'm sorry Captain " he mumbled "I'll be better soon" 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>30-09-2007, 19:21:54</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lucinda went about her business, ignoring Kyle for the most part, sparing a glance at the boy to make sure she wouldn't have to push a bucket over to her bunk for him to use.&nbsp; &nbsp;If he soiled her sheets, she was going to take it out of his hide.&nbsp; That brought a smile to her face, and not a pleasant one.&nbsp; One that faded quickly enough.&nbsp; There was a lot to do before she'd have time to indulge her whims.&nbsp; Until they'd set sail she'd be busy. Once out on the open sea, however...<br><br>"You had better be, boy."&nbsp; She shot back, but there was no sting in her words.&nbsp; "For now, get some rest and drink whatever it is Lazlo brings you.&nbsp; I've got a ship to oversee.&nbsp; We'll be sailing at sunset."&nbsp; <br><br>With that, she strode out of the cabin, hitching her saber on her hip, one hand settling on it's hilt.<br><br>Not too long after she'd left, there were a pair of raps on the door after which it swung open.&nbsp; A wiry man with thin mustachios and a goatee strolled in.&nbsp; Beaten hoops of gold hung from each ear and a yellow scarf of sild hid his hair.&nbsp; He was dressed like most of the pirates, a mismatch of expensive finery, some worn, some looking fairly new.&nbsp; A bandolier crossed his chest, several daggers snugged in it, as well as a flintlock pistol.&nbsp; More importantly, though, he held a small bottle of what looked to be a thick pink substance. <br><br>"Good day, Senior."&nbsp; he said, sketching a bow and grinning.&nbsp; "Dinner has arrived."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>30-09-2007, 22:56:41</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle watched her leave and wondered what she would do to him if he did lose his stomach in her cabin.<br>Deciding it would be best not to find out he rolled over and tried to think about anything except food, or the sea or...well anything really.<br><br>He closed his eyes for a split second and had to open them quickly, the sickness got worse if he couldn't see anything.<br><br>Then Lazlo walked in and Kyle felt even worse as he watched the man almost stroll across the cabin floor. When the Spaniard addressed him Kyle made and effort to sit up.<br><br>"Hello" Kyle said in return "I'm ...not feeling very hungry though" his eyes drifted to the bottle that the man had and thought the contents didn't look appealing at all.<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>30-09-2007, 23:06:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lazlo grinned widely, showing off a perfect set of ivory teeth set with a single gold one. <br><br>"Aw, so the pretty boy is feeling ill.&nbsp; Wait until we are properly at sea instead of in the midst of such calm."&nbsp; The pirate hooked a chair with his toe, settting down, one elbow on the table, as he regarded Kylemit with shrewd eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>"It may not be too your liking, but your better off then most, and if you want to stay that way, you'd best listen to some sound advice.&nbsp; Take you medicine.&nbsp; It won't cure what ails you, but it will make you well enough to keep your lunch down.&nbsp; Drink lots of water, too.&nbsp; There's a small keg of it over there..." he motioned with one hand and Kyle couldn't help but note the array of gold that covered his fingers.&nbsp; Silver, as well.&nbsp; <br><br>"As long as the Captain doesn't grow tired of you, or think you're more trouble then you're worth, you're safe.&nbsp; Soon as she does?"&nbsp; He shook his head, and shrugged, tossing the bottle on the bunk beside Kylemit.&nbsp; "Now drink, senoir. All of it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>01-10-2007, 02:00:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kyle listened to the Spaniards words of advice carefully and nodded that he understood. Callisto have given him similiar advice and he was smart enough to listen when people told him to tread carefully.<br>"I'll go carefully with the captain and my thanks for the advice" he said in a slightly weak voice.<br><br>swinging his legs around Kyle would have dangled them off the bed, but with his height his feet were flat on the floor. taking the stopper out of the bottle Kyle drank the draft straight down and then almost brought it straight back up again.<br><br>"Gods that tastes fowl" he said in between chocking coughs. With red eyes and unsteady legs he made his way to the water cask and drank heavily before returning back to the bunk. He was surprised to find he actually felt better already and looked at the Pirate properly "Is ..... Callisto...... is she married?" he asked shyly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>05-10-2007, 08:11:57</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The Spaniard nodded.&nbsp; "She's a hard woman, but not without reason, lad.&nbsp; Still, she's bright and true, like her ship, and if you watch yourself, and earn your keep, you'll come to see that."&nbsp; The laughing gleam had disappeared from his eyes, replaced my a solemn regard as he watched Kylemit drink, laughter spilling out at the boy's reaction and even more at his question.<br><br>"Callisto?&nbsp; You've set you sights on that one?"&nbsp; Slapping his hand against his knee, he shook his head, his gold rings glittering in the muted light of the cabin.&nbsp; "Might as well lust after me, for all the good it will do you.&nbsp; She's got her sights upon finer fish then you, lad, not to mention she'd never cross the captain.&nbsp; No, you forget that one, lest you wish to have your heart and all your fingers broken."<br><br>Lazlo stood, shaking his head, a mirthful grin on his face.&nbsp; "Now, I'm off for some grub.&nbsp; Tail along if you wish.&nbsp; Might not feel like it, but a bite's the best thing for you right now."&nbsp; With that, he took a step towards the door, holding it open, one brow raised in Kylemit's direction, giving him the impression that it was more of a command then a request.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>05-10-2007, 09:28:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kylemit looked a bit crestfallen when he was told that Callsito had her sights set on some one else but he understood it should have been obvious to him that she wouldn't have any interest in him.<br><br>So reluctantly he stood up and immediately cursed, holding his head where he had hit on the cabin ceiling he made his way following Lazlo. He was surprised to find out he really did feel better and thought that some food would be a good idea. Walking out of the cabin behind the other man he wondered briefly if he could get used to being on board ship. Maybe if he kept his head down , Literally and figuratively he would find that being a cabin boy wasn't so bad and besides there might be the chance of promotion one day if he done his job right and the captain thought he was worth it. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>05-10-2007, 10:16:21</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Even though the ship was anchored in relative calm, the deck still rolled slightly, something Lazlo had become acustomed to, his body swaying automaticly as he covered the short distance to the stairs leading down into the galley. Around them, there was a frenzy of activity as the last of the soon to be slaves as well as anything of value was secured in the hold.&nbsp; From somewhere on board, Kylemit heard the unmistakable voice of Captain Rojas.&nbsp; It carried through the breezy air, like Steel cutting through paper.<br><br>"Put some arm into it, Cortez!&nbsp; I want Her out before sunset!"&nbsp; <br><br>Her comment was met with laughter from several voices and a wry chuckle from Lazlo.<br><br>"Looks like you'll be able to test your sea legs soon, Lad.&nbsp; Captain sounds in a hurry to be away from this..."&nbsp; He glanced back at Kylemit, his eyes shrewd, shaking his head and shrugging before disappearing into the dim light of the stair.&nbsp; <br><br>"Watch your head."&nbsp; he called out as the smell of something rich and wonderous assaulted Kylemit's nose.&nbsp; Something sweet and salty, pork most like.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>05-10-2007, 10:32:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He envied Lazlo being able to walk so easily aboard ship, still he was sure he would get the hang of it eventually. Right now though he was torn between sadness that he would soon be leaving his home and hungriness at the smell of freshly cooked food.<br><br>His stomach rumbled audibly and that decided it for him, he ducked straight into the galley.His mouth watered at the sight that assailed him, roast pork, fresh bread, fruit and various vegetables were all ready to be served.<br><br>"Errrrr.. Lazlo?" he said to the pirate and nodded to the food asking if he could have some.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>07-10-2007, 06:33:16</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lazlo turned, noting the question in the lad's voice, the corner of his lips quirking beneath his mustache, then chuckling richly.&nbsp; "I didn't bring you down here to torment you, lad.&nbsp; Grab a plate and dig in."&nbsp; <br><br>He motioned to a small stack of mismatched plates, some of which looked as if they'd come from a Lord's china cabinet, taking one himself and marching past a pair of servers, one pot bellied and one short and stocky, pausing long enough for them to laden him with grub.<br><br>Setting his plate down at a small sturdy table, he motioned for Kylemit to join him as soon as his plate was full, leaving the seat empty as he rescued a pair of mugs beside a small keg.&nbsp; These, he filled, returning to the table with the same, confident grace that had served him well above board.<br><br>"To our Captain."&nbsp; He raised his cup, his eye upon the cabin boy expectantly.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-10-2007, 18:00:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kylemit sat down as soon as his plate was full to over flowing. the smell of the cooked meat and vegetables had driven any feeling of seasickness away and he found himself ravenous with hunger.<br><br>At Lazlo's toast he picked up the mug and with a nod upwards repeated the toast adding " and may she treat her cabin boys kindly" then with a slightly embarrassed smile took a gulp from the tankard before coughing and choking. he had expected it to be filled with water, the smells filling the room had disguised the aroma of rum and the large gulp of intoxicating liquor brought tears streaming from his eyes.<br><br>He sat there trying to stop the coughing as several of the crew laughed heartily at his predicament.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>08-10-2007, 18:58:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lazlo managed to keep his laughter in check, barely, as he dug in.&nbsp; You could say a lot of things about the Captain, but she always kept her crew well fed and well paid enough to over look her... rather unusual tastes.&nbsp; He glanced over at the latest, a touch of sympathy in his eyes.&nbsp; Best keep out of it, he thought.&nbsp; The boy would either survive on his own merits or not.&nbsp; <br><br>He took a hearty swig of rum, enjoying the burn as it made it's way down his throat, filling his belly, following it with a slab of beef, freshly butchered, if he knew the cook.&nbsp; Freshly 'appropriated' as well.&nbsp; He gaze travelled the room, marking his fellow crewmen.&nbsp; A good lot, they were.&nbsp; Many of them he had known for years.&nbsp; Oh, sure, there were some bad eggs thrown in as well, but those, he mainly steered clear of.&nbsp; They'd make their own beds sooner or later.&nbsp; The Captain would tolerate them as long as they stayed in line.&nbsp; The captain... she was a strange one.&nbsp; Not many that he would lay his life down for, but for her, he would.&nbsp; Cruel as she might be, she was deserving their loyalty, repaying it in spades with her own fierce devotion to those who stood by her side...<br><br>"Well, boy."&nbsp; He said with a chuckle, the sight of food quickly disappearing from his plate making him smile.&nbsp; "Seems you've got your appetite back."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>09-10-2007, 01:58:17</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Yef..it's fery goob" He said with his mouth stuffed full of food. using his knife to point down at his plate he smiled at Lazlo and decided he like the flamboyant pirate.<br><br>He took another gulp of his drink and now he knew what to expect he didn't cough. His father had let Kylemit drink during festivals and this was the best he had ever tasted. No doubt it came from some lords private cellar, Kylemit was surprised that he feel a little glad that the grew had stolen it.<br><br>Looking around the Galley as he ate the young lad took in all the sights and sounds, from the laughter of a group of sailor sitting over in a corner to the sound of the waves lapping at the ship on the other side of the Hull.<br><br>His mouth finally empty Kyle looked at Lazlo "Can you tell me what my duties will be ? I've not done this sort of thing before and could do with any help you can give." He took another sip of the rum before continuing "I guess I'm to bring the captain her food and clean her cabin? make her bunk and things like that?"<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>10-10-2007, 09:38:20</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Lazlo nodded, one shouder rising in a nonchalant semi shrug.&nbsp; "I imagine she'll have you keep her place tidy, run messages, fetch this or that..."&nbsp; A frown creased his brow and it seemed there was more he would say.&nbsp; Instead, he speared a slice of roasted potato, heavy with garlic butter, popping it into his mouth, his eyes seeking out one of the portholes to his left, unfocused as if he gazed upon a different setting...<br><br>"A life time ago, I began my trade as such... Not so long ago, really, 4 years, perhaps?&nbsp; I served her for 6 months and a day before becoming part of this crew, and now..."&nbsp; <br><br>His words, softly spoken reminisces were interupted by a shril whistle and a sudden clanging of a high pitched bell sending the gallery into a flurry of motion and Lazlo pushed his chair back, hauling Kylemit to his feet by the sleeve of his blouse.<br><br>"That'll be a sighting, lad.&nbsp; Make haste back to the captain's quarters and for the love of god, stay out of the way.&nbsp; Most like we'll be raising sail, and in a hurry. Go now and be quick about it."&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>10-10-2007, 12:06:29</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Managing to grab a slice of meat off his plate just as he was hauled up Kylemit shoved it in his mouth and rushed out of the galley. Jostled by crew as they rushed past him he banged into walls and beams and he hurried to the Captains Cabin.<br><br>Every where people were rushing about as the bell clanged it's warning sound around the ship but he got to the cabin as quick as he could. Pushing open the door he rushed inside and slammed it shut.<br><br>Something about the way Lazlo had said to "stay out of the way"sent a chill down the young lads spine and he wondered what on earth was going on. Something about a "sighting" had been mentioned and he wondered if it was another ship coming to the towns rescue of maybe another Pirate ship on it's way to steal the plunder from The El Tempestad Roja.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>12-10-2007, 09:31:49</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The deck had been in a state of controlled chaos, everyone rushing around with a purpose, the sails unfurling as the last of the bounty from the village was stowed safely away.&nbsp; Kylemit caught a glance of the Captain, telescope in hand, looking out over the relativly calm waters of the bay, Alajendro by her side calling out orders.&nbsp; And then, he escaped into the relative quiet of Roja's quarters...<br><br>Looking around, her realized that, if he wished, he could make a bid for freedom.&nbsp; a pair of rapiers crossed blades on the far wall and a wicked looking cutlass hung from a belt on the back a sturdy looking chair.&nbsp; Whatever it was that had caught the captain's attention, if had been strident enough that she'd also left a chart of her proposed course laying upon the table, it's edges curling&nbsp; towards each other.&nbsp; As he gazed about the room, the ship gave a small lurch and he could feel it begin to move slowly beneath his feet. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>12-10-2007, 16:09:37</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The sudden movement of the ship threw him off balance and as he grasped for something to steady himself his hand fell onto the hilt of the Cutlass. For a while he stood there, pulling the curved blade out of the frog slightly, his hands wrapped around the leather grip.<br>Kylemit stood the contemplating laying in wait for the Captain and then running her through before making his escape over the side of the ship, only the fact he couldn't swim held him back and reluctantly he he slid the sword back home and moved to the desk.<br>Sitting down in the chair he looked out of the window for a minute or two and watched the waves break around the bow as the ship started to move quicker through the surf.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>14-10-2007, 09:41:59</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				The relative silence of the room was suddenly broken, the door slamming open with a sudden crack of wood upon wood, the captain announcing her presence with a string of curse words that would make a sailor blush.&nbsp; Pinning Kylemit with her gaze, she nodded once as if reminding herself who he was and what he was doing in her quarters, before standing beside him at the window as well, her sharp eyes on the distant horizon.&nbsp; <br><br>She stood like that for several moments without a word, tension fairly rising from her, dark eyes narrowed as if searching out something that lay just beyond the curve of the sea.&nbsp; Finally, she broke what threatened to become a companionable silence.&nbsp; The too of her head come barely past his shoulder, yet her presence loomed large beside him.&nbsp; <br><br>"Spanish warship.&nbsp; Four master, with the wind at her back.&nbsp; We're faster on the open water, once we get up to full sail, but it'll be close.&nbsp; She takes us, you'd do better remembering you've been taken captive, shed the borrowed finery.&nbsp; &nbsp;Don't put up a fight, whatever you do, or they'll hang you with the rest of us.&nbsp; Do I make myself clear?"&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She took a moment to sip from the flask she held tucked away in her belt, not offering to share, before wiping the persperation with a swipe of her forearm upon her brow, looking troubled. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>16-10-2007, 00:28:34</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He listened carefully to Roja as she explained to him what the furore was all about. Most of what she told him about the other vessel was beyond his undersatnding but he kept his mouth shut. He didn't think it was wise to say anything to her when she seemed to be highly strung.<br><br>When she mentioned he should hide if the were boarded however he found it impossible to hold his tongue.&nbsp; Even though he found her intimidating and the whole experience of being captured had terrified him beyond measure he felt as if he should at least try to fight. Even though he had no knowledge of fighting on board ship he at least wanted to help in some way, not because of the captain but because he was alive now and if the other ship captured them he was not sure that he would be allowed to live.<br><br>"But captain, I can help" he looked over at the cutlass "I may be your captive but if the ship is taken who is to say that I will not be taken captive by them, and they might not be so willing to allow me what little freedom you have"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>17-10-2007, 19:20:51</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				His out burst earned him the hint of a smile and a shake of the head, sending her dark ringlets swaying.&nbsp; "While I applaud your enthusiasm, boy, last think I need is someone who doesn't know which end of the sword to hold wandering about my deck and getting in the way."&nbsp; <br><br>She started to step past him, but paused, her one good hand cupping his chin, drawing his eyes to hers.&nbsp; "You've got courage, I'll give you that, but it's misplaced.&nbsp; Right now, I need you to stay here, out of harms way.&nbsp; If it makes you feel better, you can arm yourself, but stay out of the way.&nbsp; If I catch you leaving this cabin for any reason..." her eyes flashed with a surge of barely supressed anger.&nbsp; "Any reason at all, I'll tie you to the mast and whip you until the skin hangs from your back in ropes, do you understand me?"<br><br>She held his gaze, wating, expecting an answer, her grip frim on his face, his lips pursed with it.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>20-10-2007, 02:41:35</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kylemit had started to feel quite pleased that the Captain had said he had courage but then he saw the look of anger in her eyes.<br>His feeling a pleasure quickly turned to one of fear and trepidation. Even though she was a good deal shorter than he was, Rosa somehow seemed to make him feel small and even insignificant. it was as if she could control him with just a word, it was a feeling that he found disturbing and yet at the same time alluring. he had never met anyone with this much sheer presence before and he had to admit he actually quite liked being at her centre of attention.<br><br>The feeling of her strong hands as she held his gaze and the mention of tieing him to the mast caused a new and confusing feeling, a feeling that began to express it's self inside of his breeches. Fear suddenly became embarrassment as his young shaft hardened quickly. <br><br>He quickly nodded at her , in acknowledgement that he understood completely, "Yes Captain" he said as best he could with his mouth crushed tight and he hoped that she would now leave him alone in the cabin with out noticing his obvious erection. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>24-10-2007, 09:19:42</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				"Good.&nbsp; I'm glad we understand each other."&nbsp; She realeased him, her eyes flickering downwards for the briefest of moments, her expression unchanging, save for a slight upwards curve of on lip which he may or may not have imagined.&nbsp; Planting her hand flat against his chest, she pushed him away, turning on her heels and pushing out of the cabin door, her bottom swaying as she walked, reminding him that she was unmistably a woman.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Even from outside, her orders could be clearly heard within the confined of the cabin as she called for more sail.&nbsp; Soon the ship began to push through the calm waters with a gliding motion, cutting through the bay bound for the wide ocean.&nbsp; Just beneath the decks crews manned a brace of 16 pound cannon, swabbing their barrels and setting fuse carefully.&nbsp; They all hoped that they'd not have to set light to them.&nbsp; Against the heavy arms of the warship, they'd have no chance against a full broadside.<br><br>Captain Rojas Climbed the short stair to the port rail, watching the Spanish vessal change course, heading for a point that would bering her across the Storm's bow.&nbsp; If they crossed before the pirates, all would be lost.<br><br>"Alejendro!"&nbsp; Rojas called to her first mate manning the wheel.&nbsp; "Cut her to starboard, just 2 degrees.&nbsp; &nbsp;She's got a full wind... it's going to be close!"&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>27-10-2007, 01:27:14</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Kylemit blushed furiously as she looked down at his breeches, his was sure that she had noticed the bulge in them and looked away quickly. Looking up again just in time to her her backside sway out of the cabin. Gulping at how the sight of her shapely rear made him feel even more uncomfortable he turned and moved to the desk. If he had been able to, the young man would have sat down , but in his condition he found it almost impossible.<br><br>Instead he concentrated on listening to the orders and instruction that Rojas shouted out to her men up on Deck.He did his best to try and remember all of the words, but most of them were beyond his understanding particularly the ones referring to the sails.<br><br>As she shouted out her orders to the first mate, Kylemit looked out of the window and his eyes shot wide open. The other ship was so close he felt that he could just reach out and touch it. he saw the determined faces of the other crew, saw the cannon that they had pointed to the ship he was on and he could have sworn that he could hear the creak of the Spanish vessels deck as it moved so close to him.<br><br>In panic, he forgot the Captains orders completely and rushed out of the cabin. Almost tripping over one of the crew as they Carried a bucket of water from the store room to the Gun Master. The young man mumbled and apology as he carried on along the passage way and headed up the steps.<br>When he reached the open air, Kylemit spotted the Captain straight away and with out think rushed over to her side "Are we going to escape Captain?" he asked at the same instant he remembered that she had ordered him to stay below.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>31-10-2007, 09:02:26</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Captain Rojas was busily calling out orders when Kylemit approached her.&nbsp; She'd had her gun crews prepare for a broadside, not that it would do much good against the warship. They were out gunned and outmatched in every way, save the Tempestad was quicker and more manuerevable... on open water, that was.&nbsp; Right now, whether they'd make it out of the mouth of the bay was debatable.&nbsp; The Spanish ship had the wind behind her and it was going to be close.&nbsp; <br><br>"12 degrees starboard!" She called out and the ship's prow shifted soon after.&nbsp; "Going to be close..." she muttered under her&nbsp; breath, just loud enough for the cabin boy to hear.&nbsp; "And I thougt I told you to stay clear from my deck.&nbsp; If we make it out to open sea, you'll be sorry you were even born, that I promise you. In the mean time, you can make yourself useful.&nbsp; Go fetch me my spyglass and bring it here and be quick about it!"&nbsp; <br><br>She let loose a swift swat upon his bottom to send him back to her cabin, her grin feral, a cunning look in her eyes as she turned her attention back to the larger ship.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>02-11-2007, 00:33:07</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				He blanched as she threatened his punishment. He didn't what she was going to do but he was certain it wouldn't be anything pleasant. The look in her eye and the tone of her voice made that plain enough.<br>The young lad was just about to say something in his defence when to his relief she ordered him to fetch her Spy Glass. With a yelp as she slapped his backside hard, Kylemit rushed off. Dashing across the deck as quickly as he possibly could, jumping over deck hands and ropes trying to take the shortest route possible. He made the stairs in record time and headed straight back down to the Cabin. <br><br>He crashed in through the door and grabbed at the telescope just as the Spanish vessel turned sharply to run parallel with the Tempestad. The lad looked up out of the cabin window at the same time as he meant to pick up the telescope, he wasn't watching what he was doing at all, Kylemit's eyes went wide at the sight of the larger ship gun ports, his gaze only broken by the sound of something rolling off the desk and glass shattering. He looked down at the floor, fear and shock in his eyes as the sight of the broken spyglass greeted him. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>07-11-2007, 17:17:55</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Cpatain Rojas was swearing under her breath while her first mate, and several other crew members were holding theres... just a little bit more wind and they'd be clear, all she had to do was catch a little more in the sails... even then, it would be close...<br><br>god or providence or lady luck was with them that day as a strong gust rolled around the corner of the bluffs they had just fled from, filling the Tempestads sails out and giving her a much needed push.&nbsp; Not that they were out of danger yet, but she could see the prow of the warship slowly falling behind...&nbsp; Toro Dorado was her name, and it fit her.&nbsp; From where she stood she could see the captain of the warship urging her on, not ready to give up the chase, turning slightly.&nbsp; A shrewd man, she thought.&nbsp; He was going to let the faster boat run, hoping to send off a round of cannon fire to take out her sails and still her.&nbsp; And it might just work, if they couldn't get out of range in time... it wasn't over yet...<br><br>She turned to search the deck, wanting her spy glass and wondering why her cabin boy wasn't making due haste to her side, foot tapping against the deck.&nbsp; If he didn't make an appearence soon... 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>08-11-2007, 09:54:58</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				He knew he couldn't hang around, the Captain was already annoyed with him. He also knew that he would be in more trouble if he returned with out the spy glass. Kylemit sighed and resigned himself to a dressing down from Captain Rojas when he returned to her side. Picking up the battered and broken telescope the young man raced out of the&nbsp; cabin, slamming the door shut as he left.<br><br>remembering this time, that crew would be rushing all over the ship as the did as the captain ordered the young man wound his way through the hubbub of men rushing around as they attempted to out pace the larger ship bearing down on them.<br><br>Taking the Steph up to the main deck two at a time, Klyemit rushed over to the Captain side and skidded to a halt. Holding the broken glass out in his hand "I'm sorry Captain, I found it on the floor. It must have rolled off of the desk somehow" he said lying for all his worth, hoping that she would believe him and not take it out of his hide.<br><br>
			</dd>
			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cherri Tart</strong> on <strong>12-11-2007, 20:01:51</strong>
			</dt>
			<dd class="postbody">
				Captain Rojas shot him a quick look, more of a glare really, but it was decidely distracted. Obviously she had better things to do then question him on the subject at the moment.&nbsp; Taking the glass in hand, she held it up to her eye, swearing as she did so, unable to see anything of value through the cracked lens.<br><br>"Usless!" she spat, throwing it towards the bigger ship, watching it plummet into the water, her face a dark storm cloud yet unleashed.&nbsp; Turning, she paced along side the rail, ignoring Kylemit, striding the deck until she stood by the wheel, arms crossed as she waited for the Tempestad to either out run the Bull or take cannon fire from her big guns.&nbsp; <br><br>On deck, the crew went smoothly about their jobs, strangely quieting as if everyone was holding their breath as the smaller ship inched it's way ahead... it was going to be close...<br><br>"10 degrees to port."&nbsp; Rojas commanded Alejendro calmly.&nbsp; He moved the wheel precisly, an eye brow cocked in question, to which the captain just shrugged, a tight smile on her face.&nbsp; Bit of a reef up ahead if i remember right.&nbsp; we're just light enough in the water to clear it... a bigger ship?&nbsp; Well, maybe, maybe not."&nbsp; <br><br>She clapped the bigger man on the shoulder, leaving him to his job and strode back down to her look out, a cocky smile slowly growing on her face as she watched the Bull turn with them.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Red Storm (Cherri &amp; Strangely Made)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>strangely made</strong> on <strong>23-11-2007, 12:19:50</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				Not sure what to do, Kylemit stood at the rail for a moment watching the larger ship as it travelled towards them. The slight turn of the Tempestad taking them gradually away from the Spanish vessel. The ordered way that the ships crew went about their duties impressed the young man; his eyes followed them as they clambered up the rigging like so many monkeys, loosing sails, repairing rips. Strapping up beams and spars to make sure they didn't break while the ship ran from the large Galley.<br>Each man did his job with neat efficiency that showed they had worked together for many years. Each of them was easily larger than the slight Captain and yet she could command them with a simple word or look.<br><br>He had never known a woman with such power before, even the local Lords wife didn't have the power or authority to order so many about and to have them obey with out question. Kylemit had to admit that he found the Captain strangely exciting and not a little attractive, yet he reminded himself that he was but a captive and virtually a slave. Even though he was dressed in finery and had almost the freedom of the entire vessel he was still her property or at least that was how the Captain saw it.<br><br>When she came back to the rail he stepped sideways so that he was next to her, keeping his eyes on the vessel that was not chasing them he said in almost a whisper "We're going to make it aren't we" It wasn't a question and he was really addressing the Captain but he glanced at her quickly in case she had an answer for him.
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