Rain silently drizzled from the heavens and kissed Altaya's face. She gazed out at the open sea and could feel the goosebumps on her arms rise at the sudden temperature drop. Fog was the only thing visible. Never before had something seemed so beautiful and eerie all at the same time. The water came down harder now and began pelting the ship deck, soaking her to the bone.
"Sweet rain, huh?" A voice called to her. She was snapped from her reverie so abruptly she turned and had her pistol out of it's holster and aimed before another word was muttered.
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"We've hit the gold mind, ladies and gents!" Ellisa called out, pleased with her work. The rain pounded all around them, but Ellisa forced her crew and first mate off the ship into a small raft. They'd quarrelled (mostly Ellisa and Annelise) along the way, but finally they reached shore.
They hiked themselves up the hill of a distant island, and soon found themselves standing knee-deep in musty water in an abandoned farm house's cellar. "Grab those bags!" she pointed to the sacks sitting on the wooden cases.
Annelise picked one up, sceptically holding it before her. "These are potatoes."
Ellisa hid her surprised well. "Potatoes, you say?" She stroked her chin.
"I thought you said there was money," Gustav said, his voice calm and collected. "Now, now," Ellisa tsked, hopping up onto the top of a case lithely, "when the potatoe famine comes, we will be rich with potatoes!"
"But its not money!" Annelise yelled. "Disrespect to the captain? You should walk the plank for that! Now, carry the potatoes back. We'll find ourselves some more treasure!"
"Tomorrow?" Annelise asked, hoisting a bag onto her hip. "No. Today!"
She whistled. Her dog, Mutt, came bounding into the house, his tongue hanging from his mouth. He was happy to see her again. "Mutt!" Ellisa squealed as she crawled up the stairs. Mutt shied and bounded into the house. Ellisa heard to gunshots, the the dog whimper. The pirate stopped. "The ship!" Ellisa whispered loudly under her breath.
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Meh... you can continue if you like.
~Rei
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
I sat in the crowe's nest, my hat over my eyes. The rest of the crew was scattered below, hauling and towing stuff on and off at the dock. I was not needed and Morgan hadn't said anything to me, so i was perfectly fine where I was. I tryed to pour the slush of water and ice into my mouth and failed epically.
"God Damn it!" I sat up and my hat flew off on to the deck.
I slowly climbed down the mast and began to watch the rest of our large crew haul our crap on and off the boat.
"MAribel!" Captain Morgan called
"Yesh Mam?"
"What on earth are you doing?"
"Nothing mam!" I smiled
"So whats up?" I asked slyly
The one who smiles the most has something to hide.
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A crashing wave against the boat sent it rocking knocking Leon right out of his small hammock that lay in the corner of the small Crew Cabin. He fell hard onto the ground and smacked his head against the wooden floor. Man, he had a splitting headache. Leon did not even bother to move. He just laid there sprawled on the ground contemplating on if he should get up and sleep on the hammock, or just stay there and sleep on the floor. The floor was looking pretty good right now.
Leon sat up and scratched his head slowly as he dazedly looked around the room. The other sleeping crew seem undisturbed by the constant rocking of the ship. Leon grabbed the brown back from the floor beside his hammock and pulled it back revealing a green bottle filled with watered-down whiskey. He took a swig and spit it out. Man, he needed to get a job. This one wasn't paying. There seemed to be barely anymore whiskey for him.
"I hate the world." Leon got to his feet clumsily and tried to sit back down of the hammock but it ended up shifting sending him back right to where he started, this time, the whiskey staining his ragged cloths. "Screw the world. Screw this ship. Screw my life." Leon cursed almost silently. He had a goose-egg growing on the back of his head, he had a horrible head ache, and he was hopelessly hung over.
"This world would be better if there was girls around. Maybe then I would get some sort of pleasure these days..." he muttered and he grabbed his boots to put them on to check out what was going on on deck.
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~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
Gustav dropped his sack of potatoes and looked out the door towards the ship. Their sentry had fired a round as a signal. I small Navy ship was on approach from the horizon. "Alright, everyone, pick up the food and head back to the ship. Move it men move it!"
Ellisa came up and stood beside him, "What is it Gustav?"
"Enemy ship is approaching, we have to get back." He shouldered his bag of potatoes and ran for the ship, Ellisa right behind him.
"Enemy ship, did you say?" She wiggled her eyebrows questioningly at him. "Well, what are we waiting for? Move, move, move!"
She sprinted towards the ship, awkwardly kicking her feet high, mud flying everywhere. there was a hole in her potatoe sack (yes, she only grabbed one. It was pointless anyways to grab them, but captain's orders!) and potatoes tumbled down the slight slope after her as she hurried towards the ship. She heard Annelise groan.
"Shut yur gob!" Ellisa commanded, grabbed a line and swinging herself onto the ship, an empty burlap sack in her hands. She threw that arm in the arm. "Drop the potatoes. I have no idea why you're even carrying them!" She chuckled. "Hurry to the cannons. Make sure they're loaded and ready. We want to make sure they sink on first shot so we can keep the deck clean!"
Ellisa swung off the line. "But, it doesn't matter anyways if brains are spewed on the deck! Gustav here is cleaning them anyways!" Ellisa patted his back, and fluttered to the steering wheel. She commanded everyone to get moving. Soon the ship was pushing off, gliding effortlessly with the immaculet winds off the ocean.
The ship fired another round. "Fire!" Ellisa called to the cannons. Gustav repeated her command. The cannons fired, angry, with the intention to kill.
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~Rei
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
And then it happened as he climbed of the starts clumsily, ready to trip at every shift of the sea. Leon heard the steady whistle at first but then he heard the loud snapping crack of the towering mast being b=plowed over an falling. The boat shifted to the side and Leon fell against the railing.
"Shit." Leon cursed. He stepped onto the deck, the rain almost instant drenching him. He saw the wheel unattended. Nobody was driving the ship and it seemed apparent that there mast was down. Leon ran toward the wheel and grabbed it briskly and veered it to the right. "Where is the rest of crew at this time of night?! Where is the Captain of all people!"
Then a responding whistle came with the sound of crash and rushing water. the ship tremored. Leon did not even need to know what had happened. The boat had been hit. There was someone shooting at them. "Damn it!" He shouted hoping to wake some of the crew so he could have any assistance. He wasn't even a proper crew member.
The water filled quickly with water almost steadying in the churning wake. He look to the left trying to see through the rain in frustration. There, sitting a little while off, close to shore, was another vessel. It was a colossal ship, three masts and glorious poise. It seemed to be moored, but not for long.
Leon, the coward that he was, let go of wheel and ran toward the railing. He tried to wave his arms around wildly and scream to try to make them stop but then he realized that they were hundreds of yards off. He was screwed. His brain pounded with his headache. He really wished he had no drank the night before. He slipped over the rail and jumped. Davy Jones would be more welcome than actually trying to survive on a doomed ship.
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~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
He raised his hands a little as he suddenly found himself staring down the barrel of Altaya's pistol, "Whoah, hold on. I'm on the crew as well, remember?"
Altaya kept the pistol trained on him for a few moments, then returned it to its holster, "So is Serrino, but I get the idea the captain wouldn't mind shooting him from time to time."
Samuel laughed, walking forward to lean on the railing beside Altaya, "But as I was saying, this..." he swept his hand in front of him, indicating the fog and the rain, "It's amazing, isn't it?"
Serrino Fortner, Crew
Serrino was sulking below decks. Unlike some crew members, he hated the rain. And he hated the fog even more. It was wet, it gave you a cold, and it was damned eerie on top of that. Why that superstitious fool Barker was up there was beyond his understanding. All he knew was that because of it, he had no one to play cards or dice with.
He had decided to live forever or die in the attempt. - Yossarian, Catch-22
Wide-eyed stupid.
If you're gonna rule the world, you've gotta get up early! - Joel S. Dickens
She saw a body jump into the water after the cannons had been fired. No one was even waking, it seemed, to steer the boat. "Cease fire!" She raised her hand, and sent Mutt into the water. The dog hurriedly paddled towards the body gurgling and flailing in the raging waters.
Mutt snatched up their collar and pulled them over to the ship. Ellisa helped to pull them on. "Get this man a blanket!" Ellisa told someone, who hurried off, their feet clanking on the deck's boards.
She stared down every inch of the man. Mutt's tongue was hanging out of his mouth. "Good boy," Ellisa patted Mutt's head. She grabbed a rope and swung up onto the rope ladder leading to the crow's nest.
"Poor captain, aren't you? I've never seen someone man a boat so badly! You don't just give away your ship so quickly!"
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~Rei
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
The rain pounded relentlessly on the deck of the ship overhead as I tossed and turned restlessly in my hammock, unable to find sleep in the never-ending noise. One room below mine, the soft groaning from the sick and wounded wafted upwards, and up on deck I could hear the murmurs of conversation over the sound of the rain. The creak of the ship as it rocked over the choppy sea ground into my head, and the faint scuttling of Gulliver running along the floor reached my ears.
With a groan of defeat, I swung myself out of my hammock and stood up, pulling on a dull red, loose-fitting shirt and fitting my dagger into its holder on my waist. Then I opened the door to my quarters and padded softly, barefoot, into the hallway stretching ahead. I would check on the sick first, and see if I couldn't do anything there.
To my relief (and perhaps slight annoyance, I admit), the sick and wounded were all sleeping peacefully, more or less. Not wanting to return to my room yet, I turned my steps upwards, heading up onto deck despite the rain. It had been too long since I had been thoroughly soaked by water that wasn't salty.
There were a total of three people on deck, that I could see. The watch in the crows-nest and two others that I instantly recognized as my first mate, Samuel Barker, and a crew-member Altaya Monroe. The two were talking quietly.
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He stumbled onto the deck and looked around. The mast was broken he scratched his head under his captains hat "Well would you fancy dat, the mast is down."
He turned to the cabins "Oi! Collins com' up 'ere!"
A sleepy man walked to the deck and looked at the captain, "What is it?"
"Would ye please tell me why the mast is broken?"
Collins looked past the captain at the mast "Well fancy dat, wonder why no one woke up."
"Well damn well no one woke up half of 'em ar' drunk," said carl. He looked at collins "Well what ar' ye waiting for? Saint patrick's day? Go and get the men! We are being shot at!."
Collins snapped awake and ran to the cabins. Soon the deck was full of men.
"It seems as though the enemy has stopped firing´... Now I want you to steer us very slowly towards the enemy ship, and everyone else ready the cannons and stay hidden, I don't want the enemy know we are planning something."
There was a agreeing murmur amongst the men. Carl looked at the enemy ship "I wonder where tht lazy bum of mine is now?"
To copy reality is good... But to create reality is much, much better. -Giuseppe Verdi-
Leon look startled at the woman standing there above him. He golden hair was damp with the water from the rain and her hood on her cloak had fallen back perfectly revealing her beautiful face. She was like a light shining in this horrible dark night. He automatically felt his lips curl into his crooked smirk. He had dimples and he knew it. He hated them. They made him look boyish. Not like a pirate. The savage of the high seas! But anyways, here was a pretty girl, just what he had wished for.
"Poor captain, aren't you? I've never seen someone man a boat so badly! You don't just give away your ship so quickly!" She said. It was quite clear that she was amused at my horrible efforts of saving myself. I felt a flush to my cheeks. How odd of me.
"You don't have to worry about me, honey." Leon shifted up onto his elbows. He knew his hair was raggled, the stubble on his chin growing plentiful and untrimmed, and certainly his clothes were not very pleasant smelling, but he knew he had some physical attraction to the ladies, and he planned on using it. "I certainly ain't a captain. That was only me trying to save my ship."
"But jumping off of it when it was in trouble! Some crew member you are!" She started to laugh. She had a pretty laugh. He liked it. It was pleasant to the ears.
"I jumped off just because I knew it would stop your pillage on our ship. I so valiantly jumped ship, even though I do not know how to swim, to save them all." Leon smiled mischievously. Maybe this girl liked heroes. This only made her laugh even harder.
"Yah Right."
Leon turned his head to look out to sea, and then he saw it. His ship was veering towards them. Leon automatically got up and started jumping up and down frantically trying to signal to them that he was there. "I am here! God damn it! Send a boat to me!"
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~Incognito
'Everyone is entitled to be stupid, some just abuse the priviledge.'
Ellisa slapped his face. "Are you barmy!" She pushed his roughly into the room beneath the deck. "Stay here!" She growled, locking the door closed.
Ellisa began waving merrily. "Nothing to see here, boys! Don't let the siren's catch ya!"
"Siren's aren't real," Annelise said wryly, swabbing the deck. Ellisa grabbed the mop. "Stop mopping you imbecile!" She smacked Annelise over the head with the wet mop. "Can't you see its raining!"
"What are you planning on doing with that man? Gettin' lucky?" Annelise wiggled her eyebrows mischevously.
Ellisa blushed. "Silence, you fiend! I am not planning on 'getting lucky' for your information. What rude comment. I'll probably shoot him or something, and make him serve the ship! You can have him if you want him."
"Tough luck!" Annelise said, snatching back the mop from Ellisa and swobbing again.
"It's raining for heaven's sakes!" Ellisa yelled after her. On the other side of the desk two members were jabbering on. They were both rather tubby. one had a false eye. "You two! Quit your jibber-jabbering and get working!"
"Yes Ma'am!"
"Gustav!" Ellisa called.
Gustav appeared before her. "Yes Cap'n?"
"Go tie that prisoner up."
"Prisoner?" He asked scetpically.
"Yes. Prisoner. Our very first prisoner!" She jumped into the air. "How exciting. Now, off with you!"
Gustav nodded and stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. Ellisa, however, went to begin steering the boat-- something she should've done long ago. She hoped they wouldn't decide to climb aboard!
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~Rei
"Man is least himself when he talks in his own person.
I could here sloshy footsteps behind us and I turned to see Doc come on deck. Finally he was awake. I mean he was a good captain, once he'd had at least a few hours more then necessary for sleep.
"So why are you out here in this weather,"Samuel asked, regaining my attention.
"If you haven't realized yet, you're out here too," I countered. Samuel wasn't the type for good small talk and I was quickly bored. In the distance nothing was quite visible and the fog we were stuck in didn't show any signs of letting up. Something caught my ear at that moment. An explosion? I regognized it as cannon fire.
"Cannon fire!" I heard myself shouting before I had time to think. All eyes were on the captain, as the rain endlessly danced around us. Another shot was fired and we all waited, motionless. There was a pause and no more cannon fire was audible.
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