The Lost Sea *Dead*

Yes, we're starting. Warning: Very, very long post.

Quinn Luck | The Lyttleton:

Always do as the captain orders, I told myself as I watched Port Carlisle disappear over the horizon. So I did just that. The captain had ordered us to raid Carlisle, and so we raid the port. He told us to get supplies...and to find the crew, or probably himself or his son, some fun. I knew what he meant. I always knew.

Captain was my brother. And he was a harsh captain. He was lucky he could trust me on the wheel, I was as damned as him, as were most of the crew, but he couldn't trust anyone like he could trust me. That's family for you. I shrugged, gazing out over the bow of the ship. Of course, I wasn't on the wheel right now; that was my brother. He'd chosen now to take over for a while, giving me a break. What a considerate brother.

I laughed and spat into the water below. He wasn't considerate, he was a bastard. And a coward... and a lot of names under the sun that I didn't care to say out loud, let alone think. I narrowed my gaze in the harsh sunlight, sweeping my eyes across the horizon. I was looking for that other ship, the one we'd seen enter Port Anne, then leave. With extra cargo. Namely the young boy now sitting in the brig with the other man.

I sighed, picking at the wood beneath my fingers, the railings worn smooth by a thousand hands. I hated to think of the boy's fate; Captain was determined for him to die, either by his own hand or by marooning him on some god-forsaken spit of land in the middle of an endless sea. It would do the boy good to spend some time alone, but I knew my brother wouldn't go back for him. Maybe someone would pick him up, maybe he'd starve. Or maybe he'd find a way. Like we all do.

Footsteps echoed on the deck as someone joined me at the bow. A monkey bounded ahead and climbed up onto the railings. Ah, so it was the mute. I spared her a glance before going back to my sea-gazing, and my bottle of good Port Carlisle Rum. She didn't acknowledge me, didn't spare me a glance, so I just stayed there, leaning on the railing and staring moodily into the water, not really seeing the scene before my eyes.

And I know, that in the captain's quarter's right now are three young women who don't know what will happen to them now, or even why they're still alive. Oh, they knew we pirates were the nasty kind, likely to force young women into things they wouldn't normally, nor want, to do, but it was the rest I was worried about. It was about her, the one who so reminded me of my lost first mate.

I cursed under my breath and pushed away from the railing, ignoring the monkey as it skimmed down the wood towards me and tugged at my hand--the hand with the rum. I pulled my hand away easily and took a swaying step back. Not good: I must be drunk again, but then the swaying faded and I was steady again.

Then again, I was a coward too. For not going down with my ship, for getting cursed because I trusted my brother more than an angry sorceress. I drained my bottle and tossed it to the monkey, who failed to catch it. There was a splash and I knew that the blue-green bottle had been claimed by the sea. No point in lingering now.

Slowly, I made my way back to my captain and to my brother, who stood at the helm and guided us towards the horizon, and the ship we had missed by mere moments. Well, maybe not missed, exactly. See, brother had planned to raid the port as soon as they left, and then he planned to hunt them down. Well, now. I don't exactly like my brother's train of thought, but I could hardly complain. At least I was alive, to a degree, for now.

So I joined my brother at the helm and waited, listening to the frightened murmurings in the captain's quarter's below our feet. It seems the girls were awake. Vaguely, I wondered what my brother would do now.... Especially now that they were awake.

Kayin | The Lyttleton:

Abi let out an angry shriek as the empty bottle hit the water. I smiled slightly, tapping my fingers against the wood to grab the enraged monkey's attention. She looked up and blinked at me once before continuing to gaze over the edge of the ship. Never in my life had I met a monkey who liked bottles quite as much as Abi did. That and rum.

I sighed, giving up on the impossible creature and stared over the railing, to the sea below. If I was naive, I'd say that it was calm, sparkling in the sun in a way that could hypnotize the common human mind. Of course, I knew the sea better than that. There was absolutely nothing calm about the water we were sailling on.

Come tonight, anything could happen. A huge wave, a whirlpool, some bizarre beast coming from the depths to swallow us whole...

Abi scampered onto my shoulder, cooing sadly. Apparently she was still mourning the loss of her beautiful rum bottle. I clucked my tongue against the roof of my mouth and straightened up, glancing towards where Quinn had been not too long ago.

The man had disapeared. Where to or when, I wasn't quite sure. Probably off to see our wonderfully terrible captain. The captain who was keeping a group of scared women in his quarters, women who would end up being forced into things I didn't care to think about.

My heart fell and a pang of guilt hit me in the gut full-force. I hadn't exactly aided in the girls' capture, but I hadn't done anything to prevent it. Not that I would ever think of going against the captain's orders, but I felt oddly empathetic. Maybe it was just because I knew. I knew the fear that came with being trapped in a man's quarters, with your life being the price if you tried to escape.

I shook my head, trying to clear it. Abi gripped my hair to avoid being shaken off and I ignored the dull pain the tugging set off. There were some things that you couldn't control, couldn't change. This was just one of those things. I promise you though, if it had been any other man, his head would have been mine the second he had suggested it.

Of course, this wasn't any other man. It was one of the few I had chosen to follow, no matter how he screwed up. Then again, there was always the slim chance one of the girls dared to scream, in which case I would probably blow a gasket. Captain or not, I had been there, done that, knew how horrible men could be.

Quiet laughing behind me broke into my thoughts, then louder laughing. I didn't bother turning to see who it was. If they started bothering me, that was their own problem.

Bex

Okay. So laughing while girls that could've been me -or vice versa- wasn't exactly the most... sane action I'd ever done. But I couldn't help it! The ropes were being so cooperative! I let out another laugh and launched towards the mast, pushing off it with a strong kick. While still swooping towards the sails, I hauled myself up further, and with a tiny grunt, hopped to another rope, doing a slightly erratic twist the spilt second before I latched on to it. I swung back, forth, back, forth, back, forth, until I was swinging higher than the tops of the sails.

Then I did the incredible.

I jumped.

I did do it for a purpose, I'll have you know. The rope was doing just as planned- twining around the post, straightening that tiny tilt that I knew Captain wouldn't like. And me? Well, I lived. I'd tucked into a ball just as the floorboards seemed close enough to inflict pain; not only that, but I'd aimed carefully for the most soaked spot of the deck.

I win.

My head hurt a little, and I agreed with my subconscious that I really didn't have to do that -and that I wouldn't in the future- but other than that (and my newly damp hair), I was fit as a fiddle.

I beamed happily and got to my feet. What other ropes were being troublesome today?

Lieah~

Lieah wanted nothing more than to sleep. The night before last had been utter hell, especially with a drunk Jax on her hands. They were at port for a moment, letting the men loot and boot for a while. As much as she wanted to help, she was thankful for the extra minutes of rest she was getting. Jep hopped his way into Lieah's cabin, his furry tail wagging slowly. "Hey hun," Lieah smiled at the three-legged dog and stood to her feet, stretching and pulling on her boots.

SQUELSH!

"Nngh," Lieah let out a moan of disgust and pulled her foot back from the boot, tipping it over slowly as a wave of water and seaweed fell from the soft leather. Jep barked, as if he was laughing, and began to wag his tail, Lieah simply rolling her eyes. "Glad you find it so vey funny, Dog." She shook her head and pulled her shoe back on her foot, tying her shirt back over her belly button like it usually went.

"The King and his men,
Stole the queen from her bed,
And bound her in her bones,
The seas be ours!"

Not this song! Lieah let out a groan as she stepped into the bright morning air, sunlight draping over her tan skin, her golden eyes turning skyward to look at the captain, who was standing on the upper deck, looking over his crew as the selected few worked for their share. He was singing, deep and pround, a song that Lieah had known her whole life.

"Lieah!" The singing stopped, and in its place, the captain was booming her name.

"Aye sir?" Lieah asked with a small sigh, grabbing a rope and swinging her body up onto the top deck.

"We'll be pulling out soon, make sure we've stocked up." Lieah smiled and nodded, running a hand through her silky black hair.

"Yes Cap'n." She smiled and dropped back down to the second deck.

"Oh, and Lieah," she shot her gaze back to him, about to make a mad dash to the lower quarters, "Tell the truth about Jax being on the ship this time." Lieah chuckled, thinking back to the last stop, when they lost a whole day of sailing just because she'd played a harmless joke.

"Aye sir," she giggled softly and started down the stairs.

Kreed

I walked up behind Kayin, amused with her monkey. All that crying over a bottle of rum? That monkey was defiantly a pirate's monkey. She turned her head towards me slightly, then must have decided it wasn't important. So, I walked up to her... this was a first.
"'Aye, Miss Kayin," I nodded leaning on one leg and staring out at the sea.
She turned her head again, facing me now, not sure what to do, so she smiled and gave a half wave.

I looked over and saw the captain and Quinn, standing at the helm of the ship. I couldn't help but wonder what was going to happen to the young lasses. I had helped get them down there. They put up a fight, but we were stronger. We over powered them. One girl even bit me. Haha, I think I had to much fun on that last raid.

*sorry it's short >.>*

Kaidrec | The Lyttleton

The bustle had stopped; quiet engulfed the unlit cuddy. He didn't like it. He despised it. He wanted to sleep, or better yet, die. No longer did he want to hear the pirates singing their chantey or breathe in the harsh smell of rotting food, all he required was a hole. But then again, was he not already in one? Kaidrec opened his eyes.

His surrounding were completely unremarkable. He could not see past the tip of his nose, nor could he make out the color of bind that held his hands together and his feet to the floor. He sighed, and stopped breathing. He took a breath, then released it. How could he still be alive? There was no question that he certainly was not alive and healthy, but Kaidrec could not seem to fathom how he, a newly-made captive to pirates, could be alive amidst the death. The death of his friends, the death of his family. The death of his Romalyn. Kaidrec closed his eyes.

As a single tear rolled down his cheek Kaidrec sat back. He remembered being taken aboard with three women, all of which were nowhere to be found. He knew what they'd do to them; they were savages. Filthy, ignoble beasts. Kaidrec felt a mixture of guilt and anger welling in his stomach. How could he have been such a coward? Surely he could have saved Romalyn. There was no doubt he could have saved the lives of the three women, assuming they were already taken; but why had he been such a gutless runt?

Kaidrec sighed. He knew that there was nothing he could have done, much less secured his place in death's hands and Romalyn's in the captains quarters. Surely it was a better place for her to be, dead, than to be with whomever would use her and abuse her for his every whim. "You musn't be this way, boy," Kaidrec thought. "Them men will take sure fire advantage of you." His father's words, but his nightmare. Kaidrec had hated his father, but upon feeling the loss of the only blood relative he had left, the hatred lifted.

Kaidrec leaned forward as much as he could and sighed. All he wanted now was out, but he knew that was something he would never get. He stared down at his hands, which he could barely make out in the darkness. Looking down, he felt himself slip into a trance of memories and emotions. So much so he didn't even realize the door open in front of him, and barely felt the food that kicked him.

"Hey," a voice said in the back of his mind. "Are you dense? Hey! Listen to me." Kaidrec felt the second kick and looked up, startled to see someone standing above him. He attempted to scramble away, but quickly remembered that his feet were tied to the floor.

"Well, look who's awake now." the voice said sarcastically. "Welcome to The Lady Lyttleton."

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Lilliana Angel |The Lyttleton, Captain's Quarters:

I groaned, rubbing my head as I sat up. The room was swaying--my room didn't sway. Wait a second... I wasn't in my room. I wasn't back in Port Carlisle. Cursing under my breath, I scrambled to my feet. The floor tilted and I slid into the side of a deck, grunting as it forced the air out of my lungs.

"Ouch," I hissed and pushed away from the desk, finally looking around the room. It looked just like the Captain's Quarters on my father's ship, the Weeping Angel. I frowned, taking it in. And then I noticed the other girls in the room. One of them was awake.

"Hello? Who's there?" she whispered, struggling to stand while the ship tilted from side to side.

"It's okay," I told her, rubbing my aching ribs. "I'm Lily. I'm not a pirate." I smiled, hoping she'd see it in the dull light. I couldn't be sure, she didn't answer me after that. Suddenly, I wanted to know all about the ship and the pirates on it. Curiosity would be the death of me, one day.

I used the desk to keep me upright and found the draws, slowly I started to go through them, trying not to let the papers rustle too much. I had to know where I was, what ship it was. Who these people where. But that was obvious: they were pirates, this was the Lyttleton and wherever we were, it couldn't be good.

Skye Turner - Lady Lyttleton

I stared at the prisoner in front of me, eyes wide with fear and there mouth agape.

"What? Never heard of a female pirate?" I snorted, knocking over the chair and leaned against the wall.

During our raid, we had taken four prisoners, one male, two female. I hadn't known exactly why, I was sleeping in the crowsnest, disobeying orders. He had yelled at me and forced me to do the rigging. What else could he do? Kill me? Not many pirates would voluntarily serve a bastard of a immortal pirate and he knew that.

The female pirates were scattered on the ship, probably fearing that the men were going to rape them or something along those lines. I snorted at the thought, how foolish.

"What?" The prisoner gasped out, scarmbling to his knees.

"The Lady Lytttleton," I said, arching an eyebrow. "Y'know, that famous pirate ship."

"But you're a girl!" He stammared.

I laughed harshly, "Well spotted. Would you like a medal?"

"No!" He barked out, standing up. "I would like to get off this ship."

"Permisson denied," I said cooly. "Look, I don't know why we even have prsioners. I thought everyone would be long dead right now so you better be grateful. Now, where's me rum?"

I muttered the last bit to myself, yet he still heard.

"That vile drink!" He yelled. "You're just a pirate!" I glared at him, kicking his knee through the small gap though the bars.

"And you're just a prisoner," I retorted smoothly. "And you better get used to it.

I left him alone with his thoughts and the throbbing pain in his leg. That went well.

Rosetta |Lyttleton

I tried to stand, but flunked back down to the floor, my legs felt like some loose, wiggly jell. My vision was a tad blurry, but I could make out Lilly. She was holding onto the desk and searching through papers.
"I'm scared," I stated to Lily.

I wanted to say more, I wanted to know what was going on, but my voice left me and my gut twisted in a horrible fear. She glanced at me sympathetically, then she returned to shifting through the papers, quietly and slowly. I looked around, this wasn't my home, and it defiantly wasn't my rose garden. This was much much worse then home. We were in the captains quarters on a pirate ship.

My breathing stopped for a moment, as I pulled myself to my feet.
"Where are we?" I asked, even though I knew the answer.

Kayin | The Lyttleton

Kreed wasn't paying me much mind. Not that anybody really did, unless of course they had to; and I didn't pay them any mind unless I had to. Not that I didn't want to talk to anybody, but very few of the pirates on this ship could read sign language or lips. Heck, I didn't even know if any of them could read anything.

The result? My social relationship on the ship wasn't the greatest. Not that I cared, mind you. Sometimes I found that things were better that way.

Abi had given up her little escapade and had turned from shrieking with rage to chattering quietly and fiddling with her hands or my hair or whatever she could reach. A sharp tug on my earings had me flicking one of the side of her head, which earned me a shriek of protest and fuzzy hands around my index finger.

I chuckled silently and wiggled out of the monkey's grip. The thing had pretty strong little fingers. I smiled to myself and glanced to where Bex was having fun 'taming the ropes' as she liked to say. The girl was funny, I'd give her that. She amused me, and amusement was much needed on a ship like this.

Abi leapt from my shoulder, scampering across the deck and towards Kreed. My head whipped around quickly and I groaned inwardly. The stupid monkey probably smelled rum, which she seemed to be very fond of as of late. She was trying to scramble up his leg, grab at his hands, anything hanging off of his belt.

And me? I was clucking my tongue, which grabbed her attention. But let's face it, the beast is relentless. It took her about two seconds before she went back to pestering Kreed.

Jaxton | Golden Rose

I watched quietly as Lieah bounded down the steps, grinning to myself. Something I really needed to stop doing was getting myself drunk. Like the thing didn't have enough to worry about without my going crazy on her. But that was a goal I would have to work towards slowly... very slowly.

But what happens at night disapears in the morning. That's the way it was, that's the way I liked it. That is why I could jog after her and grab her shoulder just before her foot hit the bottom of the steps.

"Nice day ain't it Lieah?" I asked, feet on the step above her, elbow on her shoulder.

She cocked an eyebrow. "I s'pose you could say that."

I straightened, crossing my arms and grinned like a fool. What had me in such a high and mighty mood, I wasn't quite sure. "In a few minutes we'll be off this stinkin' port, moving onto the stinkin' sea and sailing on the stinkin' water," I said, stooping over to give Jep a pat on the head.

"That's a lot of stinkin' Jax," she muttered, chuckling quietly.

I laughed. "The best part about it? The stinkin' boat and the stinkin' sea and the stinkin' water are all good. And this time, I'm not going to be left behind." I shot her a look and patted my stomach for Jep to hop up. He did, tail wagging and tongue lopping out of the side of his mouth. Dog slobber hit the staircase in nice, big, slimy drops.

I laughed and gave the mutt a scratch behind the ears.

Kreed

I twisted and turned and shook, but the blasted animal wouldn't get off of me.
"Get the hell off me you bloody animal!" I exclaimed before managing to wrap my hand around the monkey and shove him away "Miss Kayin keep you blasted animal under control!" I exclaimed before stomping away.
The monkey came running back and scampered up my leg and grabbed at my pocket. Blasted animal.
"Ere' Take it!" I threw the bottle across the deck, of course the bloody monkey goes chasing after it. If Kayin could, she'd be laughing her brains out.

*Short, sorry, blame ish*

(Sorry about the length, just trying to get movement in terms of plot for the captives)

Kaidrec | The Lyttleton

Kaidrec cursed quietly to himself, grinning in pain. He hated pirates, he always had. That one, the girl, had been no different than all the ones he had ever heard of, or who had ever stolen from his good-for-nothing father. She liked the venom that only scalawags and thieves drank, rum. Kaidrec spat.

Feeling an urge to escape, Kaidrec lied backwards as much as he could. Using the cycleway that he had a short time ago discovered he had on the chain, he lifted his feet and began to slam them against the bars that blocked the door. Hoping he would gain the attention of someone else this time, he began to bellow as loudly as he could.

*((Revival time!))

Lilliana | The Lyttleton - Captain's Quarter's:

"Where are we?"

I sighed, and sat down in the chair behind the desk. "The Lady Lyttleton," I said, disgust lacing my voice. I didn't actually answer her question, but to be honest. I had no idea where we were, just that we were on the Lyttleton. "Probably somewhere in the middle of the ocean."

"Oh," She said. I looked towards her, glimpsing a bite of pale yellow in the dull light. "I'm Rosetta, by the way."

I nodded, absently, eyes roaming over the room. There wasn't much of use in here, and definitely nothing that would be useful against pirates. Then I noticed the other girl in the room. "Rosetta, who's the other girl?"

Kayin

I grinned, stepping over to Abi and her bloody bottle of rum. She twisted her head up to me and chattered, proudly displaying her little victory. I rolled my eyes and stooped over to offer my arm. Abi wrapped her tiny fingers around the nose of the bottle and grabbed my arm with her free hand.

I stood slowly and chuckled silently to myself. Kreed was a big grouch. Even for a pirate. The man needed to lighten up a bit. Being mauled by an alchoholic monkey wasn't something that happened every day. He should feel special indeed. I chuckled again and turned, leaning on the railing.

I should make myself useful. Or maybe I should just get in the way. Go check on a certain prisoner that wasn't in the captain's quarters.

Nah. Didn't feel like.

Abi fell off of my shoulder backwards, landing on the deck with a thump. I turned, eyebrow arched at my now-drunk monkey stumbling around the boat. I stooped down beside her and gently pried the rum bottle away from her fingers, lifting her into my arms. Stupid monkey.

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Quinn Luck | The Lyttleton:

"Quinn," my brother said, giving me a sideways glance. "Go find my boy and tell him the dark haired lass is his." I blinked, staring at him. Oh, so that's how it was, was it? Fine. I nodded and headed off. "And Quinn?" he called after me.

"Yes Cap'n?" I asked, turned back to him.

"Don't do anything stupid," he said and went back to staring straight ahead. I shrugged and headed back down. Now, where had I seen Ben last? He should like this little bit of news.