Aboard the Petrel

Kaysie (Fonzo)

"I'm Kaysie," she frowned slightly, as the weight of Saul was half way off her her shoulders, the boy, Nick, helping her drag him into the sick ward. She heard the surgeon groan something like, "Not anotha' one." He handed Kaysie and forceps and nodded to Saul.

"Start pullin' out the splintahs." He growled, going back to his sawing of a mans arm. Kaysie swiftly tilted Saul's head back, pouring some rum smoothly down his throat.

"Do you wanna help?" She looked over at Nick. "There's another set of forceps over there." She pointed to the forceps on the ground. Only reason she knew all of this was that once upon a time, a man she'd stayed with had been a surgeon, and he taught her all he knew for a year, before his passing.

A young man, hiding almost in the shadows, stared at Kaysie, and she stared back, realizing that he had noticed her sweat-drenched t-shirt, which was sticking to her skin. She pulled it away from her soft, supple skin, and went back to pulling the splinters out, carefully, but swiftly.

Saul

Rum slid down my throat. It tasted good. I could feel I was lying down, and there was voices all around me. I ignored them. I opened my eyes just a crack and there was Fonzo standing above me. I remembered the picture. I opened my mouth to tell her about it when she pulled out one of the splinters (though I didn’t know it at the time.) Pain shot through my arm.

I tried to sit up. My head felt like the whole sea was sloshing about in it. Fonzo pushed me back down so she could continue. I felt so stupid. While the ship was being attacked some wimpy kid was pulling splinters out of my arms.


Andrew

The girl met my gaze. I couldn’t look away, but she turned pulling her wet shirt away from her body. Fear hit me as she turned to the boy. I ran across the room. Someone saw me and yelled, but I ignored it. As I flew past the cannons a plan formed in my head.

I ran to the hold. Like I expected the prisoner was there. But, I ignored her. There wasn’t any way I could break those chains. I opened a barrel. Salt pork. I took a bundle. I took three bottles of rum.

“If ye don’t tell nobody I’ll get ye out-a-here” I said to the prisoner scurrying off. There is only one place lower than the hold. The Lady’s Hole. It was across the ship in the stern. I started to run. I held the rum and food under my shirt. Hoping no one would notice.

David

David stood by the bars of the cell, wondering what was going on up on deck.
"Whats going on up there?" he yelled at the top of his lungs. He could hear the canon going off. The waves were bashing against the ship. "Help!" David screamed.
Suddenly he saw a pair of boots coming down the stairs. As soon as his face appeared, David realized that it was one his ship mate, Rex. His was rushing over to the cell door.
"I thought ye hated me!" David said with rage but was still thankful that he came.
"I couldn't just let ye die, mate" As he said flipping the keys around, trying to find the right one.
Just then a cannon shot right past David and hit Rex, leaving a hole in the wall and splinters in David's back. David yelled out with pain, and stumbled backwards falling out of the hole.

If someone could find me flouting in the water or something like that, it would be great!

Saul

I sat feeling stupid. While I was in the sick ward we were being attacked. My attention was caught by a black man being pulled in. He was soaked and looked dead. But, then I saw his chest move just a hairs breath. The surgeon hurried over and I took my chance I bolted out the door. I realized things were worse than I thought.

There was too much to do. I jumped in to help a carpenter stop a leak.

David

David woke to find himself in a another cell. He was laying on his back, with his arms at his side. He tried siting up, it was hard but he did it. David saw a figure standing in the shadow looking at him. "Oi, got any rum on ya mate?"
The shadow stepped out into the light, and tossed a bottle though the bars. David pulled the cap on and and had a drink. "What happened to me? Where am I?" David said looking right back at figure.
"You're aboard the Petrel, you were fished in and fixed up and put down here. What's your name?"
"David, what's your?"

some one needs to post . .

kidashka Needs to post!!

I've been stuck in a cell! *wails*

Aha. David is also in a cell.

~Clara~

"Clara," I replied, already regretting giving away of the last bottle of rum. It had taken absolutely aaages to swindle it out of the surgeon. Ah well, maybe befriending this new captive would bring some benefits in the long run.

"Whatcha doing down here then?" I asked with some intrigue. Maybe he'd been one of the pirates storming the ship? He didn't look familiar, so he wasn't one of my previous crew. Huh. Thought they'd have come to rescue me by now... Apparently not.

(Sorry it's so short, I wasn't sure why he was in the cell)

That okay.

David

"I was aboard the ship that you were attacking. I fell out and I guess your ship mates pull me aboard." David said.

"So your a pirate?"
"Yup, My father was the captain of the ship till he died. They thought it was my fault.....He died saving me." He took another gulp."So what's a pretty lass like you doing in a deep dark cell? Here," Give back the bottle of rum, "have a drink."

Clara took the bottle and had a gulp. "I'm waiting to be rescued from this Gof forsaken hole." She said kicking the bars of the cell.



Sorry I couldn't do more.

~Clara~

I sniffed in annoyance. "Tried to nick this boat, actually." David raised an eyebrow with some disbelief. "Got caught though. The rest of my bloody crew ran off whilst I was getting captured, so they'd better come back and get me!"

David nodded, glancing around gloomily. "We could try and get out before they come," he suggested, shaking the bars experimentally. Cradling the rum, I watched as he poked at the lock, scrutinising it closely, before giving up and sitting back down. Reluctantly I held out the rum again for him. "Guess we just need to wheedle freedom out of an unsuspecting cabin boy."

I don't have anything to say about my characters sooo yeah.

Saul is helping with the attack. Andrew is hiding . . .

I don't really know what too put.
Someone should come and give us food, or something like that.

It feels like I'm being ignored.

how so??? You just didn't post for a while. Also, no one knows you are a girl when you thought they did. Your character is a girl, right?

no im a male in the story.