The Curse of The Repaza Veleno

Sirena, tapped in a closet on the Cuervo

I eye her, not sure of I can trust her. She seems nice enough, but she's a also a pirate. I look up into her eyes, my jaw clenched hard. "Sirena," I say, my voice clipped. She nods. "And I appreciate the offer, but I'm not a cook. I don't do... Kitchen stuff so well. Sorry." She nods again. "I'm sorry to hear that," she sighs. " I can't tell you we'll find anything better for you." She says. She didn't say she'd try, and it certaintly wasnt a promise, but it was decent enough for how she had behaved. I nod to her, giving up my escape plan. It would have been too tricky anyway. Too many acrobatics and guns involved.

Arabella >->

Arabella and the girl seemed to be locked in a stareing contest. She looked the girl up and down and sighed once more. "I'll ask the captin if anything comes up that you may be better at, I'm sure it won't include rigging though." She said with a chuckle. Sirena glared at her. Arabella shrugged. "Sorry, but I want you to know, we're not all bad people, we're trying to not only protect ourselves but you also. The Bodlina's are a tricky group and they'll do anything to get their man."

Suddenly, the boat lurched slightly forward and the Sirena flew off her small straw bed onto the floor, she looked up eyes alarmed. "Whats happening?" She gasped. Arabella looked toward the door and shrugged. "Leaving port I suppose, its about time too. We'll have to make a plan soon and we'll need to be as far away from here as possible when we do."

Isabel,

I run to the nearest pub, ask for three barrels of rum, pay, steal wagon, and run the barrels back to the Cuervo. I get them up the gangplank just as the captain yells to leave port. I leave the barrels in a locked closet, and go to find Arabella. She has locked herself in her kitchen again. I roll my eyes. I knock on the door.

"Arabella, it's me. I got the rum," I yell through the door.

Moira, Cuervo

I'm done with this rich brat! ruining my life! Might as well do my job, I got up and proceeded to make my way to the captain to ask where I should take the ship...........

Vailea, bodlina (Captive)

I sit in the corner waiting for them to choose where to put me. Why does this stuff happen to me? They finally decided to put me in a cell. I was shoved in there and all I could hear where the the voices of those above.

(Hope this is ok.......can't really tell what's going on with Vailea)

It's fine, Puffy! By the way, I did NOT appreciate you tackling me in the middle of class!


Love you too,
^.* Nutty

Isadaemus, Captain of the Bodlina,

I stand at the bow, thinking, and staring into the black, reflective waters. I see myself staring back, tired looking and morose. I sigh. Sometimes piracy just seems like a wrong choice. And then I remember that I'm useless at anything else. I start to turn away from the side when I see something that makes me stop. A ship baring down on us. I pull out my spyglass. Sure enough, the name on the side reads, Cuervo.

"All hands on deck!" I yell, reaching for my cutlass and pistol. Time for battle.

Brightie, newest member, Bodlina >->

I hear the captins yell and then the pounding of my shipmate's feet on the deck. Quickly I follow the sound, unsure of whats happening.

Then I see it.

The massive Cuervo baring down on us. Our captin turns toward us, his face impassive, he raises a hand and quietly yells. "Weapons!"

The crew quickly reacted shouting and running to their cabins, I stood paralyzed watching the giant ship floating toward us, suddenly Vincent thrusts a sword in my hand. "Its time to settle this account Brightie. This is how real pirates get things done."

Birdie, Bodlina

When I hear Capt'n shout "Weapons!", I unsheathe my pistol, a smile spreading across my cheeks. This is what I thrive for. The storms, the fights, the ale, the thrills of life on the sea. Now, time to get ready for a fight.

Arabella, cook, Cuervo >->

A frantic knocking came on the door of the kitchen, Arabella walked toward it cautiously, her every sense telling her that something was wrong. She opened the door to an exasperated shipmate, his face red, "The captain..." he huffed, "wants to see everyone on the deck....now!" Arabella quickly threw her rag onto the floor and darted after the man.

The rest of the ship was already on deck when they arrived, and that captain looked at them, his face pale. "We have come across the Bodlina ladies and pirates. Our vessel is headed straight for theirs, and we shall meet them with a brutal force! A forced to be reckoned with! Grab your arms men! Load your guns! Now is the time for fight!"

Arabella's breath caught in her throat, a fight and a bloody one at that. She ran for the kitchen where her best dagger lay hidden beneath her pillow and her shining broadsword lay ready to defend her, ready to be a part in this sure to be bloody battle.

Jimmy, Cuervo

At the sight of the Bodlina cruising straight towards them, Jimmy dashed into one of the cabins, grabbing his rapier and a pair of pistols that probably weren't his. The Bodlina wasn't even turning for a broadside, which meant they intended to board them. And if they were boarded, then there would be at least one person out for his blood exclusively. And that was assuming that Vincent was the only one on the Bodlina who was still sore about his desertion.

He stood there in the centre of the deck for a few moments with the other crew members, wind howling about their ears, feet firmly planted and mouths set just as firmly in expressions of grim determination - or perhaps resignation. And then he realised he was still wearing all the commodore's finery he picked up. Wouldn't do to get any blood on this...

He dodged around crew members, finding his way into the kitchen. Who'd look for anything in there?

"Jimmy! What're you doing in here?!" Arabella shouted.

He flinched. Having thought she was out on deck, he'd believed that maybe, just maybe, he could slip in and out of the kitchen without arousing her ire. "I'm guessing you wouldn't believe for a second that I'm just looking for a place to hang my coat." He replied, starting to search for an appropriate place to leave it, "But that's the fact of the matter." Before she could reply, he craned his head a little, seeing the hostage sitting on the corner of a mattress. "Point of order. What're we going to do with her?"

Jarrod, Bosun, Bodlina

The Cuervo's unstopable charge through the waves, bowsprit aimed straight towards them like a knight's lance, Isadaemus still managed to seem completely unshaken. Instead, he simply called for them all to ready their weapons with that quiet, assured charisma of his. That was why Jarrod admired him - for keeping his head cool in a situation that seemed utterly uncontrollable.

A low, slightly menacing voice caught his attention, and out of the corner of his eye he sword Vincent pushing a sword into Brightie's shaking fingers. "It's time to settle this account, Brightie. This is how real pirates get things done."

"Vincent, guard duty, now!" Jarrod's sharp-tongued order set the man on edge straight away. "You brought this mess down on us, you oaf, now you're paying for it!"

The fact of the matter was that Jarrod was glad to have an excuse to move Vincent out of the direct line of battle. The man had a penchant for not paying proper attention to the battle around him - and therefore a tendency to wound his own shipmates. To his relief, the man trudged off to guard the prisoner, grumbling to himself about the unfairness of his situation.

Brightie, newest member, Bodlina >->

I watched Vincent trudge off to obey his orders from Jarrod, slightly grateful. The blood lust in his eyes frightened me, and I had a feeling that he wasn't a person you were safe from, even if you were on his side.

Jarrod walked toward me, his face impassive. He glanced at the sword and shook his head, handing me a bow and a quiver. "I think you'll do a little bit better in this battle with this one Brightie." I nodded, again grateful.

"Yes sir, t-thank you sir." He nodded and turned away to watch as the Cuervo came closer to its impending doom.

Arabella, cook, Cuervo >->

Jimmy looked to the prisoner that they had just let back into the kitchen for a moment so Arabella could feed her and tend to the nasty bruise on her forehead. "Point of order. What're we going to do with her?" He said.

Arabella looked to her and shook her head. "Not sure, the captin didn't say anything about it about where to put her." She slung her broadsword scabbard around her waist, "Perhaps we should just put her back in her closet with a guard on it?"

Diciding at once that it was a good idea, Arabella walked over to Sirena and grabbed elbow and lead her down the hall into her small closet with a small piece of bread, and a cup of rum. "Sorry about this girl," Arabella said, she hated to lock this poor girl in such a small place but she needed to be kept out of this fight, she was already in way too deep. "but we need you to stay out of this."

She shut and locked the door quickly and turned to Jimmy, "Guard the door until I send someone else to do it, I'll hopefully be able to find someone before the Bodlina boards." And with that she ran for the deck.

Sirena, trapped in a closet AGAIN, Cuervo

I gulped down the rum and threw the bread on the floor. I would NOT be shoved in a closet like some dusty old crone who needed to be put away. I kicked to door, ignoring as pain shot up my leg and nestled in the pit of my stomach. "Lemme out, you jerk!" I yelled, knowing there was someone out there. "Lemme out to fight!" There was a banging on the door, and someone said "Shut up and settle down." I clenched my teeth and started kicking, punching, and ramming myself into the door. I would not be kept quietly, if that's what they thought. "I'LL GUT YOU FOR THIS!" I screamed at the man on the other side of the door. "I will! I swear on Poseidon, I'll gut you for this!" I tried to get the door open by many other ways, including clawing at the corner, looking for a doorknob, trying to squeeze my fingers through the sides, and spitting on it. None of them worked. Finally, sitting on the floor, I noticed a rope sticking out from under the door. I grabbed it and pulled, only to hear startled shouting from outside. The man banged on the door again, trying to tug the rope out of my grasp. I wrapped the rope around my hand and pulled harder. I didn't know what I was doing, but I knew I was getting revenge.

Isabel, Cabin Girl, Cuervo,

I grip my bow and ready an arrow. I narrow my eyes at the approaching Bodlina, and my heart races. As adrenaline floods my system, I grin. I haven't gone into battle for a long, long time.

"All weapons at the ready!" The captain is shouting commands to the crew manning the cannons, and then he's yelling for the archers. In other words, me. I run over.

"Flaming arrows, Cap'n?" I ask.

"Oh, yes. Let's get this over with quickly," He says, grimly. I go to douse my quiver in tar, and then I light a torch. Arabella is organizing a boarding party, and everyone is running around hectically, so I go and sit on the barrel of rum that I bought.

Jimmy, Cuervo

Arabella pushed the girl into the closet, locking her inside. "Guard the door until I send someone else to do it, I'll hopefully be able to find someone before the Bodlina boards." And with that she ran for the deck." With that, she headed out to the deck, that wicked broadsword of hers in hand.

A thudding sound soon came from in the closet, then shouting. "Lemme out you jerk! Lemme out to fight!"

Jimmy leaned against the door with a sigh, slammed a fist against it. "Shut up and settle down." Great. On the one hand, his former shipmates were going to have a little trouble finding him. On the other, he had to guard one of those rich girls who thought they could fight.

"I'll gut you for this!" She screamed through the wooden door. "I will! I swear on Poseidon, I'll gut you for this!"

Jimmy whistled. Strong words. He wasn't exactly well-educated, but he knew quite a bit when it came to sea superstitions. That was a pretty big oath to be swearing. Suddenly, a rope that led out of the cupboard started to jerk a little, the girl obviously pulling on it. Jimmy's eyes followed the rope, trying to see where it led. He uttered a curse when he saw - it was coiled about on the table, amongst a number of dangerous-looking cooking implements, as well as most of tonight's dinner. If she kept pulling, she'd bring the whole mess down on him.

He grabbed the rope and started pulling it away from her, wincing as it rasped against his hands, sending a burning feeling through them. "Hey! Hey, quit that!" He shouted, "You're going to ruin all the dinner, and then you think Arabella'll feed you?" He drew a knife, starting to saw through the rope. Jesus. Why are the pretty girls always the most trouble?