The Eye of Chac Xib Chaakh {Neroon and Leighdy}
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				Title: <strong>The Eye of Chac Xib Chaakh {Neroon and Leighdy}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leighdy</strong> on <strong>06-03-2011, 03:54:54</strong>
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				The sun was just starting to peek up over the horizon as the ship neared the Polynesian islands, Alisi DePaul standing on deck at the stern, overlooking the vast ocean behind them in a silent farewell for now to the sea. The soft pink hues of the sunrise were breathtaking, and she had always thought even more so when looking at it with nothing but clear skies and calm waters surrounding her. It was in these moments of quiet solitude that Alisi would take the time to reminisce, thinking back on her childhood and other moments of time that she chose. Other times she would day dream, wondering about the, of ‘what ifs’ and ‘what would happens in life’, and this morning had been one of those times. Alisi couldn’t even count the times anymore that people all around her would say how much she looked like her mother. It saddened her to think on it and have no memory of her. She had passed during the birthing of Alisi, and she never even got the chance to form a memory in the first place. She believed everyone’s words though, the only significant similarity between her and her father other than personality was her deep blue eyes that looked like a clear midday sky. The rest, she assumed and had been told was all from her mother, dark thick hair, bronzed skin, even her features looked nothing like her father. Having been raised only by her father though, she took to his personality like a kitten took to milk, acting and thinking very much the same as he. As she pondered and watched the sun lift up over the line of the ocean she pushed herself away from the deck’s barrier, and slowly started to make her way around front to the bow. Someone rushed past her in a blur, and then another and she didn’t pay any mind thinking they were probably making port right about now. Her thoughts were snapped back to reality though when she heard shouts, distant shouts that seemed to be coming from the island. Walking a little faster she made it bow side and looked curiously at the thick dark plumes of smoke that seemed to be filling the sky. Blinking curiously she looked, oblivious now to anyone around her, or the shouting that seemed so close and yet so far, and by the time they reached port and were connected to the dock she began to realize the direction the fire seemed to be in, coming from her home, her father’s home, and as soon as the plank hit to she was racing down it, breezing faster than anything she had run before towards her home. <br><br>There was confusion and shouting everywhere, and in the midst of all of it they seemed to miss Alisi, not having thought about her coming home due to the urgency of the matter at hand. No one had noticed her rushing off the ship, or racing down the road that lead to her house, nor did they notice as she slipped swiftly past them after frantically asking for her father. Once she had figured out that he was not outside the home she was too quick for them to stop her, rushing past until she disappeared into the open front door. “Father!” she called out, coughing and choking on smoke as she searched the lower levels. “Dear God please be down here, please don’t be upstairs,” she whispered in desperate prayer flinging open door after door haphazardly, lucky she wasn’t burned with any backlashes as sudden gusts of wind flowed through the home from each now opened door. Opening another door she found him, finally and within his study. She should have known, she thought dismally to herself, he was almost always in his study now days. He was bent over his desk coughing and she rushed to his side in a heartbeat, looking at him as he startled a bit in surprise. “Alisi you should not have come in here!” he reprimanded sternly, shaking his head and falling victim to another coughing fit. He had blood on him, so much blood and this scared her witless, her eyes glancing from his midsection to his already paled face in concern. He shook his head again, and pushed her towards a bookshelf that now stood empty, the books strewn about on the floor. In reality her father knew she would come, knew that she was too much like him not to put herself at risk for the sake of someone else, especially when it came to their own flesh and blood. Running a shaking hand along one of the built in book ends he pushed, and Alisi heard a click and a swish as the bookshelf unhinged and opened a little in the back. With her help they managed to push the shelf open the rest of the way, shoving and kicking books out of the way. She put herself under her father’s arm in support and they walked down the hidden corridor till they reached a section that contained a small room, with the corridor continuing across the way where a wall would have normally been. In the small room was a table, a bench and another smaller bookshelf. Her father pushed from her and walked over to the bench, pushing it back against a wall despite his obviously dire state. He spoke quietly as he pulled back a rug that was beneath and revealing yet another secret compartment that lay in the floor. Pulling up the lid he pulled out the contents hidden inside. ”I had always been afraid that this day would come Sisi,” Alisi blinked a bit shocked, her father hadn’t called her that in years. “..that my past would come back and put you in harm’s way.” Her curiosity took over, an adventurous nature that she had never been able to explain and she watched and listened to her father transfixed. He lifted a box and several fist sized pouches that jingled and chimed as they moved. “I have devised an escape plan for you, and the means for you to seek out what I had previously been seeking and keep it from Barbagris’ hands!” He then went on to open the box, the velvet lining in stark contrast to the silver and creamy white mother of pearl pistol that lay inside. Next to that was a piece of parchment, rolled and tied off, and as he untied the twine and unrolled it she was a little surprised to see that it was a map, that appeared to be mostly blank save for three marks on it. He spoke again telling her what seemed a tall tale, of mysterious islands and great and ornery beasts that lived upon them, of an ex-partner, Captain Barbagris, a pirate of the worst degree, and of a fantastic but dangerous&nbsp; treasure, The Eye of Chac Xib Chaakh, a diamond said to be of such powerful clarity that the holder could control all of the seven seas on their own. Her father then told her of how Captain Bargagris had made plans to steal the diamond for himself, to use it to control the oceans and everthing therein. He explained how he had turned Barbagris in in exchange for his freedom and the governance he held over the island here, and how now Barbagris was out and in search once again for the diamond. “This,” he then finished, “is the map that will show you the way, this is what Barbagris had come here in search of. Together he and I had unloced two other portions of the map, as each artifact was found, a new portion of it becoming visable to our eyes.” He then unbuckled his short sword from around his waist, one in which she had never in her life seen him without. At the swords handle he twisted a latch, and the top popped up so that he could pull it off and when he did he tipped the sword, dumping out two small objects that seemed utterly insignificant. “These are the two artifacts we had already found, without them you would not be able to see what the next mars would be,” he went on showing her the small charms before putting them back in the handle and locking it back in place. He pushed the sword to her hands, looing her dead in the eye, “you will need these and more to make it to the diamond, I am sorry to thrust such a responsibility on you, I should have finished this 25 years ago by killing Barbagris, but then I would be the one in jail and you would not be here my dear, for that I am not regretful.” He said this all to her with both a sadness and a sense of bewildering pride in his eyes that it made her cry and though she did nod sob aloud, tears did flow freely as she took the short sword from his hands. He gave her the rest of the items from the hole in the floor, a warm fur lined cloak just in case, several pouches that contained anything from gold to silver to precious gems that could sustain her for the rest of her life, the pistol and a holster for it as well as another two pouches that contained powder and bullets. Within the hole in the floor was also a satchel that held a canteen of water, dried meats and fruit, and a piece of dried bread that appeared rather questionable to her. After going through all the items and belting them in appropriate places, pouches now tied hidden within her garments they talked a bit more, things of which were not related to her new predicament. Her father had laid out on the ground by then, his wound as severe as she had initially feared, and he then told her of a man, another pirate that he believed she could trust to some degree. Richard Bowditch was his name, but everyone apparently called him Dick, and he owned a ship called the Weazel that was almost always up for employ. When she went to inquire about the ships he owned and he cut her short saying they had more than likely been destroyed. She nodded softly and looked away as he coughed again and blood came from his mouth. With his dying breaths he warned her of Barbagris, saying that he would stop at nothing to obtain the diamond, even if that meant finding and killing her. Then he told her how proud he was of her, and how much he loved her, and as she wept above his form he passed, leaving her to hold him and weep some more.<br><br>She buried her father that night, alone and without help, and though she knew she had not done the best of jobs, she had at least done her best under the circumstances. She took two more days of preparation and hiding, somewhat worried that Barbagris was still on the island looking for her. She took only what she could carry, the supplies her father had provided as well as two extra change of clothes, one that was much like she wore now, a long and bright red skirt with a white frilled top that hung off her shoulders and something that was for cold weather, as her father had instructed her. Most times she walked around barefoot, but her father had warned that she would need warm shoes that wrapped up to her knees in order to keep her legs. She followed her father’s instructions to a T, and in two days time she felt she was ready, and began her search of this Captain Bowditch. After an afternoons worth of inquiry she finally found him, he was sitting at a table gambling with a few others, and walking up behind him she cleared her throat a bit before speaking, “Are you Captain Bowditch?” <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eye of Chac Xib Chaakh {Neroon and Leighdy}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>09-03-2011, 00:45:51</strong>
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				The captain of <em>The Weazel</em> looked up from his charts and frowned.&nbsp; Polynesia was not where he wanted to be; all those tiny islands, coral atolls and volcanic outcrops packed together in archipelagos of varying size separated by large expanses of ocean were fertile ground for a privateer but, unlike the Caribbean, there were no Spanish ships ferrying looted Aztec gold to Europe for him to raid.&nbsp; In short, business was much less lucrative but, given the price placed on his head by Jabar, the warlord of Aruba, it had been necessary for Captain Richard Bowditch to navigate his vessel around Cape Horn into the Pacific Ocean.<br><br>There were opportunities in the Pacific, and so Bowditch now found himself in Polynesia, in search of opportunity.&nbsp; The question that faced him was, however, where to find that opportunity.&nbsp; He sighed and leaned over his map table in search of inspiration.&nbsp; There were plenty of places to go, but where could he go to start up once more?&nbsp; And then he had a stroke of inspiration.&nbsp; Hadn't Captain DePaul retired to one of these islands as governor, a station granted him as a reward for selling out the infamous Captain Barbagris?&nbsp; Yes, he thought, there it was.&nbsp; After a few moments of calculations, he straightened and went up on deck to give the new heading to the mate.<br><br>The sky was burning crimson with the light of the setting sun as <em>The Weazel</em> finally approached DePaul's island.&nbsp; After docking, Bowditch dressed in a clean pair of breeches and a fresh shirt: both black as was customary.&nbsp; He carefully combed his short black beard and pulled on a black frock coat.&nbsp; It was as well, he thought, to make an effort, after all, he was hoping to use DePaul's influence to get some form of living here for him and his crew, hopefully enough to pay off Jabar and return to more familiar waters.<br><br>Bowditch's hopes proved unfounded, however, for as soon as he had set foot upon the quay, he heard tales of DePaul's murder and so, rather than going to the governor's residence, Bowditch made his way to the nearest tavern, "The Admiral's Daughter", in search of decent ale, the possibility of a game of chance and maybe even a whore that wasn't too lice ridden.&nbsp; Taking in the tavern's interior and noting it's clientele of heavily tattooed nautical types in various degrees of insobriety, Bowditch decided that the hostelry's name was well deserved: it was none too clean, smelt of fish and was full of washed up seamen.<br><br>Taking his tankard to a table where there was a lively game of dice going on, Bowditch bought himself into the game and was pleased to find himself ahead after about an hour.&nbsp; Perhaps the ale was less than impressive but the gambling was exceeding his expectations.&nbsp; All he needed now for a perfect evening was a moderately comely whore.<br><br>"Are you Captain Bowditch?" The feminine voice cut through Bowditch's reverie and he turned and smiled.&nbsp; Moderately comely did not do this wench justice and so Bowditch's smile widened even more.&nbsp; Two out of three on his list for the night wasn't bad at all.<br><br>"Yer a bit classy for a dive like this, lass," he said, his eyes twinkling. "Still, if ye want to spend a little time wi' me, we can always go back to <em>The Weasel</em>,&nbsp; for in seeking me, ye have surely found me."&nbsp; He reached out and took hold of the wench's arm and pulled her into his lap.&nbsp; "So what's yer rate, lass?&nbsp; I bet it's too steep for most o' the lads here.&nbsp; Still, I've the coin, if ye have the inclination."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eye of Chac Xib Chaakh {Neroon and Leighdy}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leighdy</strong> on <strong>22-03-2011, 10:45:57</strong>
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				Alisi was caught off guard momentarily, his swift actions pulling her to his lap fluidly. Recovering quickly though she grabbed his hand on her arm and twisted a little, slipping from his lap almost as soon as she touched down and pulling his arm up behind his back. Leaning close to his ear she smiled, “You know, in some countries, when a man puts his hands on something that does not belong to him, he would lose his hands.” <br><br>Letting go just as quickly, she pulled an empty chair around and sat back in it, kicking her soft booted feet on his lap instead. Smiling still she spoke clear and low, not wanting anyone else to hear her next words. “I am no common whore Captain Bowditch, my name is Alisi DePaul, daughter of the late Governor DePaul.” Carefully she pulled a small pouch from between her breasts that contained a medallion sized amount of glittering gems, the small amount still worth a sizable little fortune. <br><br>She eyed the sack for a moment and then looked back up at the Captain before tossing it to him, the captain catching it easily. “There is more where that comes from,” she said solemnly, “though there would be a bit of actual <em>work</em> for you should you be interested,” she finished with a coy smirk as she grabbed a half filled mug from the table and drank. <br>She picked up the die sitting on the table and tumbled them about in her hand. She may have been a bit on the ‘prim’ side, but she was no fool, and she smirked a little at the slightly ‘extra weight’. “I shall be ready to leave at sundown so I will meet you on the docks in one hour. Once there we can find someplace a little more, secluded to discuss the minor details.” <br><br>With that she kicked her feet back down to the ground and stood, letting the die go over the table. She smirked at the captain as she pondered a little game of get back, and spoke again a little louder this time. “You may want to check your game fellows, these die may be a bit on the gaffed side.” Before anyone could remark she turned and was out of the tavern just as quickly as she had come. She took her time to make it to the secret place her father had made, careful no one saw or followed her. Gathering the rest of her pouches and a satchel filled with some personal effect she strapped herself quickly and then threw the cloak over her shoulders, despite the warmth of the island. <br><br>She was sitting quietly on a cargo box at the docks within the hour, her hood pulled low and waiting hopefully, though hiding it well. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eye of Chac Xib Chaakh {Neroon and Leighdy}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>02-04-2011, 21:43:23</strong>
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				So this was DePaul's daughter, Bowditch thought, his lips twisting in a rueful smile.&nbsp; Pretty thing that she was, a roll in the hay was not on the cards at the moment.&nbsp; However, she did want his other services, so there was chance that he might be able to part her legs at a later date.&nbsp; He looked her up and down appraisingly as she swayed away and decided that should the opportunity arise, he would take full advantage of it and her.<br><br>He hefted the pouch of gems in his hand and opened it to peer inside and nodded.&nbsp; It was a reasonable fortune there and, given her late father's position and more importantly his previous occupation, Bowditch had no doubt that Alisi would have access to more money.&nbsp; Indeed, he might well be able to get access to the late governor's money himself,, he thought.&nbsp; Before he could pursue this line of thought, the damn wench dropped her little bombshell about the biased dice and Bowditch's brain immediately swung into self preservation mode.<br><br>"You think to cheat me? Me?" he roared, surging to his feet, almost overturning the table in the process. "What kind of a welcome is that to an honoured guest in your town?"&nbsp; He swung his musket from his side, uncaring that every eye in the tavern was now on him.&nbsp; "I see what's going on here, let me win a few, let me get overconfident and then, switch the dice and fleece me."&nbsp; He swung the musket around making sure all of his erstwhile companions were in the firing line for at least&nbsp; moment before snatching up the gold- and the rigged dice- from the table with his other hand.<br><br>"If I hadn't just been hired by yonder wench to avenge her father," Bowditch said, nodding his head back to indicate the direction in which Alisi had departed. "I would kill the lot of you for trying to trick me.&nbsp; Instead of taking your lives, I'll settle for your gold."&nbsp; He backed away and then stepped out from the tavern and returned to the <em>Weazel</em>.<br><br>All in all, he reflected as he sat on deck waiting for Alisi to arrive, things had worked out well.&nbsp; He had a potentially lucrative commission and had made a killing at dice.&nbsp; Indeed, the victory was all the sweeter because he had turned a potential disaster, with Alisi's revelation that the dice were rigged, into an even greater success with his quick thinking.&nbsp; It was unlikely, thanks to the size of his outburst, that any at the table would remember he had supplied the dice.&nbsp; Moreover, in acting as he had done, he had hauled away half as much gold again as he had already won.<br><br>"So, you have a job for me, do you?" Bowditch said, as Alisi finally arrived on deck.&nbsp; "Come to my cabin, where we can discuss matters privately."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eye of Chac Xib Chaakh {Neroon and Leighdy}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Leighdy</strong> on <strong>28-04-2011, 09:58:14</strong>
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				Alisi nodded casually as the captain escorted her to his quaint cabin on his ship. She glanced around a bit before taking off her cloak, the heat of the island too much for her to bear anymore. Draping it across the back of a chair then settling in it, kicking her feet up once again, though this time on what seemed to be a small stool or footrest. Her short sword rested at her hip and her hands rested on the handle of her pistol in its belt, her eyes watching the captain carefully. <br><br>She waited for him to sit before she started to speak, selecting her story carefully, so as not to deliver more information than he needed to know. “My father, it seems, unbeknownst to me, was at one time a pirate, much like yourself, before he became the governor of this little island I like to call home. Now I am sure, that being a pirate, or a private contractor as my father had so eloquently put it, that you have more than likely heard of my father’s partnership at this ‘past’ point in time with a Captain Barbagris.&nbsp; I’m sure you’ve also heard rumors as to how my father came to become governor of such a paradise and of his recent murder at the hands of this now, escaped convict, and if you haven’t, well you have now to some degree.”<br><br>Leaving her left hand on the pistols handle she move her right to the satchel on the same side, reaching in and pulling free the map her father had given her. “This apparently, is the cause of my dismay, the reason for my father’s death,” she continued as she let her feet drop back to the ground. Unrolling the map she spread it out upon the table within the cabin, allowing the both of them to look it over. “According to my father, this map shows the way to a particular treasure,” she paused a moment, thinking her next words carefully. <br><br>She did not want to divulge too much to the captain, but on the same token she had to make this a worthy enough expedition to keep his attention for it long enough. “The treasure is said to be a diamond, a rather large and special diamond though my father did not go into much detail of it. He said that the map broadens as you reach each location on the map and reveals a new location until one finally reaches the diamond. At each location are surmountable jewels and gems and gold of all sorts, which is where that nice little pre-payment has come from. What I want is to finish the journey my father had started so long ago, in hopes of finding this Captain Barbagris so I can return the favor he so thoughtfully bestowed upon my father. In the mean time on our voyage, there will be more treasure than I'm sure even you have seen in your lifetime.” <br><br>Alisi stared at Captain Bowditch carefully, studying his features as he peered over the map, a steely resolve evident in her bold blue eyes. She had left out the part of the charms she had dangling from her short sword being connected to the map. Without the being very near, though she admittedly did not know exactly how close, the map would go blank from what her father had said, wiping clean the parchment until the charms were close enough again. She did not want him to be able to just take her map from her and get away with it. If he did intend on stealing the map he would be in for a sore surprise, and she smiled a bit at the thought of him having to come back to where ever he may strand her because he can’t get the map to work. <br><br>She decided then that she would move the charms from the sword later, and tuck them away somewhere where they wouldn’t be seen. Leaning back in the chair she put her feet up again allowing the captain to study the map as he wished, and as he would look over he would see three locations revealed, all of them on different plains on the earth, obscure and remote, the newest of which was not marked on any other map she had ever seen or gotten her hands on before. He might also see a small pictogram with each location, and image of some sort of object perhaps, though it wasn’t exactly clear. If and when they got to each next location, while the captain busied himself filling his pockets and vessel full of trinkets and such she would inconspicuously search for each object as it was revealed adding them to the collection. <br><br>“I will not promise you that this voyage will not be dangerous, if fact my father accounted great and mysterious beasts and creatures unimaginable when he reached the first two locations, not to mention the fact that we would have Captain Barbagis to worry about, so Captain, what will it be? Will you take on this employment, with the promise of first choice at whatever we may find? Or should I just gather my things and seek out someone else?” She would have mentioned the fact that she’d be picking up the tab of their first voyage, but she bit her tongue, wanting to come across as if she had other potential privateers she could employ, and not as if he had been specifically recommended by her father’s choosing.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Eye of Chac Xib Chaakh {Neroon and Leighdy}</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Neroon</strong> on <strong>02-05-2011, 23:44:25</strong>
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				Bowditch sat down watching Alisi closely as she made her pitch. Most of what she had to tell him, he already knew.&nbsp; The history of DePaul's rise to power in the isalnds was well known.&nbsp; Indeed, had there been such an institution as Pirate Academy, DePaul's progress would be part of the final year courses as an object lesson in how to get out of the game and retire prosperously along with such important piratical skills as advanced pillaging, drunken brawling and rolling one's "arrrrr!"s when speaking.&nbsp; The details of DePaul's demise were new to him- not brand new to be sure- but new that day from what Bowditch had learned during the dice game.&nbsp; To hear it from one so closely involved was worth some time, even if the wench's propsal was nowhere near as profitable as it might seem.<br><br>As Alisi unrolled her map, Bowditch listened closely to her, his eyes never straying from the details of the map as it was laid out before him, committing it to memory.&nbsp; His recollection of the details would remain good for some half an hour or so but that would be enough to get most of the map down.&nbsp; With each viewing he would get more of it down.&nbsp; It was something that the landbound never thought of, the need to keep charts safe.&nbsp; Yes, the wench had a chart, a magic one if her words were true.&nbsp; Should anything happen to it while they were in waters uncharted save on her map, they would be in trouble indeed.<br><br>"I've seen a lot of treasure, Alisi," Bowditch said, his eyes still fixed on the map.&nbsp; "However, I'll be happy if I end up very wealthy out of this.&nbsp; As for danger, well, that's part of life.&nbsp; Barbagris is no doubt a fearsome opponent but he'll have lost his edge in gaol and that will mean we'll have more than a fair chance against him.&nbsp; As for the other beasties of which ye speak?&nbsp; I don't know if they be real or fantasy to embellish a tall tale.&nbsp; If they can be cut by steel, I'll not fear 'em.&nbsp; If not, then the <em>Weazel</em>'s as fast a ship as there is afloat, and we can always turn tail till we figure out how such... obstacles might be overcome."&nbsp; He lifted his eyes to look in hers.<br><br>"I'll take yer job," Bowditch said and rolled up the nap and handed it to her.&nbsp; He opened the cabin door and called the first mate over.&nbsp; "Master Bates," Bowditch said, adressing the narrow faced hawk-featured man who had answered his summons.&nbsp; "Please show Lady DePaul to the guest cabin."&nbsp; He thought for a moment and added, "The real guest cabin, that is, not the brig, got it?&nbsp; She's going to be sailing with us so ye'd best be polite and then get things going so we can sail with the next tide."<br><br>And as Bates led Alisi away, Bowditch pulled out a roll of paper and swiftly set to recording on to it the map he had memorised.&nbsp; The first step was simple, to get out to see and head North, to the archipelago and then to plan where to go from there.&nbsp; First, however, once they were under sail, he would have to dine with Alisi.&nbsp; He sighed; he'd better remember to use clean cutlery.
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