Aboard the Petrel

umm I am going to ignore the last post because there isn't any "girls" on the ship. Also, my stowaway Andrew isn't in the hold he is in the bread room right now. Carla is a prisoner. You can find out Andrew after a while, but please take your time Andrew is the one that is 12, Saul is 15. Sorry I know it is confusing.

Saul
As Fonzo turned back to her work her jaw Saul realized he said the wrong thing even if it was true. He turned back as well, but went at a normal pace. After a few minutes the boatswain’s mate walked up again. While he commanded Saul to work harder he let Fonzo go up in the rigging! Saul sighed. Life was never fair on this ship.

He was about to turn back to his work when something fell out of Fonzo’s pocket. Saul picked up the paper about to call her when he saw it was a picture. There was a man and a woman hugging in the back ground and a little girl in dressed in holiday best. The woman had the same brown almond shaped eyes as Fonzo and long wavy black hair. The man had brown hair. The little girl was a mixture of both and looked exactly like Fonzo expect the girl had beautiful long hair.

Saul only glanced at the picture a moment to take this all in then quickly tucked it in his pocket. Could this be Fonzo’s family? But, where was he? Saul mulled it over in his brain until he couldn’t think about it anymore, but still nothing made sense. He would have to catch Fonzo alone and ask him.

Allison's a girl.

Kaysie (Fonzo)

Kaysie, once more in the riggings, tied the snapped ropes together again. These ropes surely weren't good for sailing. She'd have to mention that to the captain, casually of course, to avoid being punished. Maybe mention that the rope he had was a rip off, considering that the town he bought it from claimed it was high class rope and sold it off for three shillings a yard when really, it was barely worth ten farthings.

With a sigh, she dropped back to the deck, turning out to the open sea before them. The sun was beginning to set, but obviously, their day was far from over. This just meant, they'd have to work faster. "Aye, ye there lad, come 'elp me wit this rope, my fing'rs are too big." A gruff, bearded man yelled, Kaysie turning to him and nodded.

"This one here sir?" She pointed the the one hanging limply.

"Aye." The bearded man replied, then grinned toothily, his front two teeth missing. Kaysie, in the spur of the moment, smiled back, despite the grime on her cheeks, and quickly tied the rope together, using a series of slip knots in case the mast had to be taken down through a rough storm. When Kaysie turned around, the man was staring her in the face. "Ye seem to be comin' a man. Got yerself a little lip har'" Kaysie's hand flew to her mouth in horror. "I'm jus' kiddin' lad, calm yerself. You'd prolly be lookin like a woman before you get a beard." With that, the man laughed, rather loudly, drawing attention from the whole deck.

"Well, I'll be off now, must tend to other things." Kaysie blushed and ducked under the man's huge arms, hurrying back to the deck, where she, and Hooke, grabbed a rag once again, beginning to scrub furiously. They'd kill her if they found out the truth, she just knew it!

Yes, there are girls, but no one is supposed to KNOW except for them themselves.

Nick,

After relievin' meself, I goes up on deck again, an' looks around. Ah, the sea. Always wanted to see that. An' 'ere it is, right as rain. I'm jus' standin' there, soakin' in the sunlight, when I hears an angry voice.

"OI! You there! Git yer arse over 'ere!" shouts a heavy man, who looks to be the Bo'sun.

"Uh...Yes, sir, I'll be right over there, sir!"

I goes to see whats I needs to be doin'.

"I needs ye up in the riggin'" the Bo'sun says, not unkindly, "Think ye can 'andle, sonny?"

My hand snaps to my forehead, "Yes, sir! I most certainly can! What's it that needs to be done, exactly?"

"Oh, jus' general stuff. Sail maintenance. Workin' the ropes. The like. Now git! Up the ropes with ye!"

Never mind, i am just going to David.

Name:David

Gender:Male

Age:17

Appearance:Tan skin, Black dreadlocks.

Personality: He is angry all the time and bullheaded, never admits that he's wrong.

Post:Where ever he can get a job(has sailed a ship before)

Background: Has a been a pirate ever since he was 14 and quit when his father died.

Secrets:His past

Other:Up for love if he can find a girl worthy enough for his love.
David is held captive in the pirate ship.

**HEY! Someone needs to post, like really really bad!**

KADEL
I sit at my post on the stupid crows nest. looking throught the scope when i see it. its another ship, sailing a black flag, its to far away to see whats on the flag but i dont have a good feeling about this. i scream to the captain.

"Captain! Another ship, she flies a black flag!"

Saul

"Captain! Another ship, she flies a black flag!" Came a cry from the crow’s nest. Andrew stood up and looked to the south with everyone else. There was a fleet, coming quickly, the wind filling their sails. There was a loud boom then 5 Cannonballs hit the ship.

“To your stations” the captain yelled.

Joseph:

I was trying to listen to what the prisoner and the other young boy, when I heard a distant notice that sounded like a cannonball. It was. The ship rocked back and forth so hard that I fell into the light.

~Clara~

I jumped up in excitement as I heard the cry that there were black flags approaching. Pirates. Maybe I'd know some of them, and they could get me out of this dull hellhole. I mean, I'd ran out of rum.

I shouted loudly, so I could be heard on the top deck. "HEY! What's going on up there?!" Maybe they could use a pair of extra hands, anyway.

Andrew

Sweat poured off the surgeon and everyone else in the room. It smelled of blood and gunpowder. Moans filled the air with an occasional scream. Andrew had been trapped when the surgeon came in with the first patient. Now he was systematically going through the motions not even looking at the man. Andrew couldn’t bear to watch, but couldn’t tare his eyes away.

A man was lifted onto the table, and given a swig of brandy. Then as a gag was shoved in his mouth the surgeon began to cut. All the skin, muscle, and ligaments sliced through just like that. Yesterday those muscles had been hauling in rope, and now they were never going to be used again. When they got to the bone they were switched for a saw. At least now the man had fainted and wasn’t feeling the pain. But, his jaw still clenched when the stump was dipped in boiling pitch.

That was when Andrew turned tucking his head to his knees trying not to gag.



Saul

Sweat poured off Saul as he worked as fast as he could. He mindlessly turned the cannon barrel the way he was directed. He glanced up a moment as someone was thrown overboard still
screaming, but too badly wounded to live. Bile rose in his throat.

But, then cannon there was a sudden jolt. Splinters hit him. Then everything went black.

Kaysie (Fonzo)

Kaysie screeched involuntarially as a cannon ball flew right over her head. She ran down below deck, quickly helping the men down there turn the cannon the right way. The fuze was lit, and the cannon shot in a matter of seconds, sending itself back into the oppisite wall. Kaysie heard a groan, and pushed the cannon back towards the men, looking to see what poor soul was withering with splinters impaling him. She refrained from gasping after realizing it was Saul.

With a shout to the men, that she was taking Saul to the surgeon, she lifted Saul up, the barely consious young man hardly putting any weight on his bleeding legs as Kaysie drug him up to the main deck, and then back towards the surgeon's room.

Nick,

I was being all quiet like, mindin' me own business when the bleedin' PIRATE ship comes out o' nowhere, and starts tryin' to blast us all to Kingdom Come. Before I knows what's happenin', a barrel o' powder's been thrust into me hands, and I'm instructed to run between cannons, fillin' 'em and doin' whatever maintenance needs doin'. Seein' hows I has no idea how to work cannon I don' see hows this is gonna work. But I does it anyway.
All the cannoneers seem to need powder every other minute, so soon I'm workin' up a fine sweat. I've had some narrow misses with them cannonballs, and they're still comin'. Jus' when I realize I needs more powder, a sailor points to something behind me, like.

"Go help your fellow with that man over there," the cannoneer shouts, "We got more cannon-boys. Help with the surgeon!"

"Yes, sir!" I hollers, and scurries away to where another ship's boy is haulin' a bleedin' sailor towards the surgeon.

"Let me help, like," I says, puttin' the injured man's arm around my shoulder, "I be Nick, in case you were wonderin'."

Saul

I felt myself being dragged. Then lifted, I tried to open my eyes. They were so heavy. I didn’t want to go to the sick ward. I wouldn’t get my rum ration. He tried to get away, but he was weak and quickly subdued.

Andrew

Andrew watched as injured men were brought in. A new face appeared. He had dark wavy brown hair and brown eyes. Andrew turned red. Sweat had made the boy’s shirt stick to his skin and this defiantly wasn’t a boy. Andrew glanced around no one else seemed to notice the girl amongst them. He looked back at the surgeon embarrassed of his discovery.