Sailing the Seven Seas *Starting/Not Accepting**

I'll allow two more days for the profiles to get up, and feel free to make a character even if the spots on the main thread say there is no more gunmans available. But on Saturday night, unless you have contacted me, the storybook is closed to sign-ups so I can make a spreadsheet of the charries and so we can start.
**More guys, please.**

I'll join - Profile will be up in a jiffy.

Name: Jack Rogue

Position: "Jack" of all trades. He'll do a bit of everything. Usually he swabs the deck, but is a good carpenter and gunman as well.

Age (17 and older, unless you are the apprentice): 34

Personality: When he first came aboard, he was deranged and insane in every sense of the word. Now, however, he has calmed down and become very cold and calculating. He follows orders usually, but will sometimes add his own small comment to them. He has a dry sense of humor. Every now and then, however, his insanity returns and he will become just as deranged as he ever was.

Strengths/Weaknesses: Jack is an excellent fighter and he has lots of skills and trivial bits of knowledge. But he is insane. You never really know when Jack will turn around and stab you in the back. Literally or figuratively.

Likes/Dislikes: He likes the sea wind on his face and the feel of old wood, and dislikes very loud, obnoxious people.

Appearance (no anime): He's very tall, with a mass of shaggy, matted, greasy dark brown hair. His eyes are mismatched, and he has the marks of many a feirce battle on his face. He has terrible hygene, and there always seems to be grit under his nails. He has the build of an acrobat, and is a talented climber, swinger, and jumper.

(I'm not sure if you'd consider this anime, but I'll include the link anyway. Let me know if there are problems.) http://emi-hotaru.deviantart.com/art/Pirate-15751407

History: Jack snuck aboard the Calypso one night when it had laid anchor not far from a small port town. He hide himself well until the ship was far out at sea again. Jack revealed himself, and did not get a warm welcome in the slightest. There was a large fight, where Jack took control of the Crow's Nest on the mast. He defended the Nest until he worked out an agreement with Captain Davies that he would sail with her crew. Jack is both part and apart of the crew of the Calypso. He pulls his own weight in helping with the daily running of the ship, and he has proved to be an excellent fighter and pillager when it was needed. However, Jack seems to have very little trust in the crew (Not surprisingly, as he to this day is still not very well liked.) and refuses to sleep in the crew's quarters. Jack can be found on the deck, rain or shine, every night. He only seems to be asleep half the time as well, and always awakes to any slight noise. Jack's past before he came onto the Calypso is largely unknown. I'm not sure if it will play a part in the story, really, but if you are curious (Jack has never told anyone this)

Spoiler

Jack's birth name was Benjamen Mackley. He, until very recently, was a high-stanging officer in the naval forces, and commanded his own crew the Bradley. His crew were some of the front-line forces in a long and fierce territory war against an enemy country. As the war ran on, Ben noticed a slight change in himself. He began isolating himself from his crew, spending more and more time locked away in his cabin. Ben blamed it on the war. As the months of almost persistant combat wore on, Ben grew more and more deranged. His crew began to whisper after his sanity. During one particularly long battle, the Bradley was destroyed, and most of the crew killed. Another of their navy's ships, the Truth picked up the few survivors, along with Ben. Ben's crew quietly told the Truth's captain what had happened, how Ben had refused to retreat when there was a clear way out of the battle and it was apparent the Bradley would not make it through the fight. They told of Ben's growing madness, and of how he forced members of the crew to cut the lifeboats off of the Bradley to prevent any type of mutiny. Ben was taken into custody, and dropped off in the first port city the Truth came to. Ben was put into the city's jail for holding until he could be properly tried. Somehow, Ben escaped the prison. After stealing some weapons from the prison's armory, Ben quickly returned to the only thing he knew: the sea. Ben saw the Calypso in the distance, stole a rowboat, and quickly sailed to the Calypso. He sank the rowboat once he reached the Calypso's side, and climbed aboard. He now awaits the chance to get revenge on his old crew, and the crew of the Truth, whom he blames for his imprisonment.

Other: Up for love. He can become very obsessive.

Theme Song (a song that describes your charrie): "Night On Bald Mountain" by Mussorgsky

Name: Quinn [AKA Quinlan]

Position: Apprentice

Age: 15

Personality: Loyal, generous, irritable, just barely able to control herself

Strengths: Fighting, hiding, running, persuasion, swordplay

Weaknesses: Keeping the medical man/woman from treating her, gets nervous when asked about high voice, following orders, keeping up the act, keeping her cool

Likes: Boys, which makes things awkward. Drama, scary stories/legends, fighting, singing

Dislikes: Cleaning, being ordered around, being treated like she should be a proper, boring girl which is why she's doing what she's doing in the first place.

Appearance:

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Other: Pretending to be a boy so she can be the apprentice, finds boy around her age [Jex] drowning in the water and hides him.

Theme Song: Fake It - Seether

Here we go. Let's sail these Seven Seas!

Clare Davies, Captain of the Calypso:

Captain Davies walked smoothly along the polished wood of her ship, greeting the sunrise--and Jack, who never left the deck of the ship. Two days of keeping the ship anchored in Port Aurora so she could visit Russel, otherwise known as Rusty to the large portion of the pirate world, had made her restless; she hated being on land. It was for good reason that she had anchored her ship in the harbors of the port, though. Rusty was famous for two things: his insanity, and his weapon crafting. Captain Davies had visited him purely for the second reason.
Each of her crew members now held a freshly crafted sword, the finest of swords made along this side of the Caribbean. Clare Davies knew the swords wouldn't win battles for her crew, and that it was purely up to the crew to use the swords to their full potential. Still, swords by Russel "Rusty" Groden were something she could flaunt, and Clare loved flaunting what she had. Sparking envy was something Captain Davies did rather nicely, but she did many things excellently; being captain of the Calypso, for instance, was one of those things.
Jack looked up at the Captain as the boat head forward, towards the rising sun. Clare Davies turned her hard, gray-blue eyes to Jack, her blonde hair whipping as she turned her attention away from the sunrise and onto Jack.
"Set sail towards the West," she ordered him, her beautiful voice soft but demanding.
Jack nodded and did as she said. Now that that was taken care of, Clare strolled to the back end of the boat for some quiet alone time before her crew awoke.

Name: Jex

Position: Former Rival Crew Member

Age (17 and older, unless you are the apprentice): 17

Personality: He's quiet, but not exactly shy. If you talk to him, he'll either talk away or give you half-hearted, one-worded answers, depending on how deep in thought he is. He thinks a lot...about everything and likes to read between the lines. He can be judgemental at times, but his judgements change easily. He's very into mythology. He's very romantic.
Of course, at the moment he's incredibly depressed and sad, which means that he gets very snippy very easily and he is extremely tempermental. Truth is that now he just feels lost and lonely.

Strengths: He's very good with a sword and hand-to-hand combat. He's quick on his feet and is rather smart. He can make plans at last second. He also knows a lot of mythology and history. Good at cracking riddles.

Weaknesses: He is often too deep in thought to really be aware of his surroundings, and often misses half of what people tell him to do. He's also got a bad left leg that will act up if he over-uses it.

Likes: Books about history and mythology, sword-play, losing himself in thought, people who will leave him alone when he needs it, star-gazing, the night, sailing through storms (yes, he's messed up like that), the ocean

Dislikes: People who pry at him, getting ordered around, people who won't leave him alone when he asks to be left alone, people who take advantage of women (linked to his short-term history), when his deep-thinking is interupted

Appearance (no anime):

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Other: A member of his old crew killed Rosa, the woman he was in love with. He ended up killing the man, who was quite popular on the ship. Let's just say the captian didn't like that very much...
He has a ring he gave her in his pocket, and if anybody dared steal it he will kill to get it back.

Theme Song (a song that describes your charrie): (I'll find this later)

Ryker

I stretched and slunk out to the deck. I smiled as I saw Mela, who had fallen asleep outside- again. I was surprised Captain hadn't booted her off yet. I climbed up the mast and jumped into the crow's nest. Captain was staring into sea, Jack ranting to himself.

I let the ocean breeze ripple my clothes and put a fine mist over my skin. I closed my eyes and exhaled. This was my morning ritual, like Mela came out earlier and gazed almost longingly towards her home, and Captain just looked at the ocean.

And like Mela and Captain, I had my reasons, and those were the ones no one would ever discover.

Name: Jall Woodman
Position: Prisoner for disobeying the captain
Age: 20
Personality: A bad boy, hates relationships, a real player, but good at heart. Basically thinks he's better than everyone else.
Strengths: He's... strong, determined, willfull at times, and when is in love, is really in love
Weaknesses: when he's in love, breakups really hurt him, he's arrogant, conceited, but is hurt easily. He was raised as a rich boy, so he isn't good at working for very long. He gets bored.
Likes: Grace
Dislikes: Everything else
Appearance:
Other: He's a great athlete.
Theme Song:

Jall Woodman

I sat alone in the corner of the dank hold. Sure, I had always been a loner, but I had never been a prisoner, especially on a pirate ship. The only thing that appeased me was when the cook brought me food. At least some things were still the way they had always been. There was little to no light coming through the grate that led downwards. I could feel myself slowly detiorating as the days went on and on. I wasn't even sure which day this was now. Had it been a week? A month? A year? If only I knew.

GRACE

I shifted though the halls down into the brigg. I don't know what jall did to get down there, but he deserved some real food. I had a plate of blueberry muffins to, but they were for the crew, not him. He got beans and eggs, much more filling then muffins. I tried to open the door quietly, but of course it squeeked on it's hinges. He shot his gaze up at me and smiled.
"Mornin sunshine, ready for some real food." He skooted over towards the bars and i slid the plate akwardly in, trying not to spill the food.
"Thanks grace." He said before digging in. I knew i would get in trouble if the captian found out, but who cares!

Jack

Jack was staring over the rim of the Calypso to where the water was softly lapping at the hull of the ship. The small waves broke softly and rolled back, leaving stormy sea green water in its place. A fish swam up to the ship and nibbled at the algae on the Calypso's hull. The waves knocked the fish away from the fish, but it persistently swam back. Back and forth the fish swam. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Jack felt eyes on his neck. He spun around, to give the starer a beady-eyed glare. It was the Captain, silhouetted against the sunrise. A pretty sight. Jack stared at her.

"Set sail towards the West," Captain Davies ordered. Jack cracked a half-smile and nodded. She turned away from him and strode down the deck. Jack jumped up toward the wheel.

"Aye, Captain," he muttered, smiling to himself. "To the West." Jack jerked the wheel to the correct direction. The ship dipped harshly. Jack heard a faint cry of shock. He grinned fiercely up toward the Crow's Nest, where Ryker was glaring down at Jack.

"Oy!" the boy called down. Jack laughed loudly. A sharp wind picked up. Jack leaped onto the rail of the ship and gazed out at the horizon. It was time to set sail.

Mela

I woke up to the sound of water lapping against wood, and footsteps scraping against the mast. I opened my eyes and saw Ry climbing up the mast, running his hand through a swirl of mist and his unbuttoned shirt fluttering in the breeze.

Wait.

I fell asleep out here? Again?

Aw, great.

I hid a groan and climbed up the ropes holding the sails just so. I looked lovingly towards the gray-green cliffs, so far away...

My throat tightened unexpectedly, and I mentally slapped myself. Bad girl. Crying is bad. I thought sternly, my eyes finding shapes in the fog. I inhaled, exhaled. Inhaled, exhaled. Cool, salty, almost musty ocean air. The smell of clean rain and flowers that grew underwater. I shivered- thin black cotton can only do so much- and tied the collar of the shirt closed, as well as pulling on my worn leather boots and lacing them tightly.

A part of me wanted to ask Captain where we were going, but I firmly told myself no.

Because it didn't matter, so long as I could have these moments, still.

Turtle

Another beautiful day, even if it was, so far, no where to be seen. David waited, swinging in his hammock, until dawn slowly cracked. He could smell muffins baking - oh, such a delisious smell, and rarely enjoyed at sea. Crew people got up and moved to the deck. Turtle smiled and swung, fingering his nut-shell turtle around his neck. Finally when he desided it was late enough, he got up, stretched, and went towards the deck.
Creaaak. Turtle paused and frowned. He moved in the direction of the noise. A door was open.
David slammed it open, unshealthing a knife. The cook jumped, almost spilling the food in her hand, and swept her apron off to one side, neatly hooking it over a barrel. Turtle swore he saw a mop of hair dashing out of sight.
"Yes?" she said.
"What are you doing?" he asked, looking at the food in the cook's hand.
"Stocking up," she said. "A problem?"
Turtle shook his head, and with one suspitious look, he turned and ran up onto the deck.
"Looking good as usual, Captain, Jack." He said as he met the two up there. The Captain gave him a quick look.
"Quit lollygagging around and clean the cannons," Captain said.
"Yes ma'am."

Jall Woodman

I sat up as the cook came down with the food, casting suspicous looks up the stairs. Her name was Grace, I think.
"Wow," I said. "Twice in one day, what an honor."
"Ay, and I almost got caught as well," she replied. "I thought you might be hungry for some more. After all, you need to eat to keep from completely detoriating in here."
I nearly slapped myself for this cook reading my thoughts and said, "You just come down to see me. I know I'm attractive, but you're a cook."
Her face flooded with embarrasment. Or was it anger? "And your just a prisoner. As it is, you look like filth. I must bring you down some grub."
As she left, the light flooded over her face, and I realized that she was quite beautiful. Stop it, I said to myself. She's the cook for god's sakes.

GRACE

He was pretty attractive... Shut up, he's a prisoner! I sighed as i walked into the kitchen with the empty plate. I dumped it into the sink to do later and grabbed the big plates off food from the counter, it was nice to have some fresh food, we had docked just a few days ago. So i stoked up. I nearly tripped and fell walking out the door. But i managed, i brought the food to the, i guess its like a dining area? and set the food on the table. I stepped out side and hollered out.
"Soups on!" i could swear i could hear them running for it. I liked getting compliments. It makes me want to cook all the more better.

Captain Clare Davies, on the deck:

Captain Clare Davies few moments of silence were over as the crew readied themselves for another day. She moved towards the bow of the boat and rested there, her arms crossed defiantly as she watched her crew at work, studying each of them with her piercing, see-to-your-soul eyes.
"Looking good as usual, Captain, Jack," Turtle greeted her.
"Quit lollygagging and go clean the cannons," she snapped, ignoring his compliment completely.
"Yes, ma'am," the albino gunman said and scurried off, not wanting to disappoint her.
Clare removed her sword from the leather casing tied to her belt. She gave it a once over and decided it needed a little touching-up.
"Quinlan?" She shouted, and seconds later the small, shaggy haired boy appeared in front of her.
"Yes, Captain?" Quinlan looked at her with fearful eyes, wondering if she was about to get blamed, no doubt.
"Good morning," Captain Davies said, a small smile appearing on her delicate lips. "Clean my sword. I want it shining and sharp as ever by breakfast."
Quinlan nodded and carefully took the sword from the Captain, scurrying off into her quarter's so she could clean it.
Captain Clare Davies then walked down a deck and into the dining quarters, disappointed to see that it was soup for breakfast. She made a mental note to tell the cook to get some variety in their diets.
She sat down at the head of the table, and waited for her crew to arrive so they could enjoy the breakfast soup, and be told the news on where they were going at the same time.