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PLUNDER IC; 'HERE BE PIRATES!'
Topic Started: 17 Sep 2008, 07:25 AM (1,399 Views)
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Chapter 1
Port of Adia
'Looks familiar...'

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Daybreak arrived to the beautiful Port of Adia. The Dragens Hemmelighet had been docked overnight. It came in under a cloudy night by the mysterious captain's orders. The vessel remained unseen till the day after, inwhich it was the day after. It was time for the captain to see to the business that awaited him. What awaited him was a tax collector of the port, which his quartermaster was trying to tell him.

"Captain!" Several knocks were given on the door to the Captain's quarters.

"Captain!!" Several more knocks were given at a faster pace.

"Captain! Wake up and open this door! Captain!!!" The quartermaster shouted.
"You don't have a key to the Captain's quarters?" The tax collector queried.
"The bastard doesn't trust me!" She shouted, giving 'bastard' a higher tone in hopes of bringing out the captain.

The sounds of continuos knocking finally got to the Captain's ears, disturbing a rather good dream.
"What..? What!?!"He raised his tone, knowing what to do but shouting on instinct to let them know that he was no longer dreaming, which infuriated him.

The sound of a lock being turned was heard and so the on the outisde stepped back as the two doors cabin doors came slamming open.

"What? What is it?" The captain stomped out onto the deck, looking over the person he knew not of being the tax collector. The quartermaster made a motion with her hands of notioning to the Captain to speak with the tax collector.

"May I help you...?" The captain was in question as to who this man was until he revelaed hismelf to be the tax collector.

"Oh really?"The Captain was a bit unsteady at that moment. Too much of a history witht he navies of this world would do that to you. The Quartermaster laughed silently at the Captain behind the tax collector's back and began to walk away.

"Listen, uhm, Ted?"
"William, uh, actually!" The tax collectorcorrected him.
"Yes. Let us discuss this in your office where it would be easier for us to discuss whatever it is I owe..."lead the way please!"
The tax collector began walkign down the ramp off of the ship and onto the port.

"I hope you put those recruitment posters up aroudn the place lastnight! Oh and thanks for ruining my beautiful dream!" The Captain hastily made his way down to folow the tax collector to his office to discuss the taxing on his shipa nd goods as through the Royal Navy, they needed to monitor everything.

"I did and you're welcome!" The Quartermaster shouted to the Captain. The other night she went around posting posters that required the assistance of any of whom interested in joining his crew. A crew who he had too few as it was the Quartermaster and him only at that time. She was to remain onboard to await for any possible crewmen willing to join. They made themselves adn the ship out to be as a privateering crew even though that was completely false. Still, it interested a lot more people instead of saying 'join my pirate crew' to which the Royal Navy would not act kindly upon.

"...and no telling lies about me!" The captain shouted back for one last time from a distance to the Quartermaster who simply smirked.
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Diamonds? Forget diamonds! Explosives were a girl's best friend - well, at least this girl's. Ah, the sweet, sweet smell of burning pitch and smoking wood! Rin stalked through the narrow streets of the port with a happy smile on her face. She'd seen a note stating there were people wanted to crew a ship. Judging from the sort of crew they were looking for, they'd want someone who knew her explosives. She would even satisfy herself with a position as powder monkey, as long as she got to drag cannonballs and gunpowder around. In due time, she may even make gunner - at least, she didn't think that at the moment she had enough experience for that. Oh, she'd been on a few other ships, but that was just as a deckhand. Every time a fight was due, she'd look longingly at the gunners, but not a single time did they ask her to help them, even though she had quite often displayed her knowledge of warheads and the like. Good thing she decided to jump ship last time they made port.
Absently, Katrine fingered the pistols in her belt underneath her coat. Good thing also, that she hadn't much in the way of curves, and a big hat on her head. People here were somehow unnerved by the idea of a fully armed woman in pants. Silly people, she thought. There was no real difference between men and women anyway, aside from the obvious. Oh, she wondered what this was going to be like. Would the captain let her join? Would it be a proper ship? Maybe a well-placed lie would bring her the position she so thirstily longed for... Speaking of thirst - she took her bottle from her belt and took a few sips. Now to find that ship ... whatsitsname..
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She quietly opened the window of one of the tavern's rooms, climbing out and closing the window behind her. Rose smirked seeing the young lad who was stupid enough to bring her up to his room. The young sailor was tied up in an old wooden chair, a gag over his mouth. She saluted him before, slowly sliding down the side of the tavern. Her boots in one hand, her cutlass still mounted on her back and pistols in there holsters. She stopped at the roofs edge and dropped her boots into the alley beside the tavern, soon following after them. Quickly she put her boots on and casually walked out into the morning light looking out towards where the ships were docked. "hmm...maybe I can find a ship that will allow me to join.” Rose only walking maybe a couple steps before noticing a flyer out of the corner of her eye. "The Dragens Hemmelighet, eh..." Rose said looking at it "...well then, feels like there may be a change in the winds"
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Roxanne didn't move, she barely dared to breathe. Her thin arms were wrapped tightly around the sack, her head on her knees as she froze in fetal position. The sounds of men running and cursing her grew and then faded. The young girl sighed and dared a peak out of her hiding spot. There was a small hole in the wooden barrel. People walked by, but none of them seemed to be the men from earlier. Good.

As quickly and quietly as she could, Roxanne tipped the barrel over (er, she fell) and crawled out, replacing the lid and taking the back way home. This life was horrible. Almost twenty and her job everyday was stealing enough food and money to get by. She smelled like wine, she was missing her hat, and she had stolen gold and food on her. Wonderful. For an unknown reason, she wanted to quicken her pace. Soon she was running, and she didn't even know why. Her short hair slapped her face and got blown behind her, her scarf threatening to fly away, but she made it.

"Oh." That was one of the few words she'd spoken that day. There was no one else to talk to besides herself, and why waste her breath? Emerald eyes scanned the area. She was at the harbor. Or, well people called it different things but Chet had always called it the harbor. She hadn't been here for a while. It was her favorite place. She'd find some rock or empty dock and watch ships come in and leave. Despite her absence, there wasn't a lot of change. A new ship she'd never seen caught her eye, though.

I wonder who that belongs to. It was beautiful. Her eyes sparkled as she just stood, taking it all in. It must belong to a fierce pirate and a wonderful crew. Well, not wonderful in most people's eyes, but in hers, almost any pirate was a god. Roxanne chewed her lip, her curiosity getting the better of her. It looked empty... It wouldn't hurt to just take a closer look, right?
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cookie stared at the meat. was it fish? was it pork? who knows. all cookie knew was it was going in the stew. "the Kapt'n will like this" he said as he put some more of the 'mystery meat' in the stew. "looks tasty" he chuckled. he turned around to look at a small ball of dough "time to make the bread" he smiled as he rolled it out with his hands. there was a crash in the background as some pots fell down, cookies face changed almost completely "who the hell is there?" he yelled as he picked up 'smashy', his best mallet. he walked other to find the cause of the noise. "must be nothing..." he said as he wandered back to his cooking.
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"What are we doing here, Master De'Laine?" The anxious butler asked while he walked just a step behind the finely dressed male with long, golden hair tied back in a loose pony tail. The man was clearly on edge, his eyes darting about at all the filthy men and women about the streets, many of them laying about in a drunken stupor from an early start at the taverns. In the servants eyes they were filth, rotten excuses for people. A waste of space within this city. Their very presence had destroyed this more common and simple part of the city. Something near to a slums area where everything was in drastic contrast to the large and expansive mansions of the nobility and wealthy. Being here always made the butler nervous and that was made obvious in the way he constantly rung his hands.

"I told you before we left you didn't have to come." The young male replied, fingers combing through that loosely tied and silky hair. Amidst the people of this part of the city he stood out like a wolf among sheep. Dressed in a simple shade of dark, earthy color. A deep brown jacket with the inside stained a deep shade of mahogany. A color that was displayed in the rolled sleeves at his wrist. Gold embroidery sprawled about the turned over front, displaying a clear sign of wealth to those who had none and, though it was not meant to, perhaps even mocking some. Knee high boots of a mahogany shade thudded deeply upon the cobblestone streets, the sound in itself drawing the eye if only because it was more distinct than the cheaply crafted kind these types wore. If they wore anything at all.

"And leave you to travel this part of town unprotected, Sir? Not likely"

Valerian smiled, a genuine expression that quirked the corners of a full mouth and set those smooth features to brightening while eyes the color of a deep, fathomless mist shone with the same amusement his expression implied. On each hip the young lord was wearing the identical form of twin rapiers, their hilts spiraling elegantly in yet another symbol of the money his family possessed. The chances of someone jumping him? Slim... The chance of them actually getting away successfully? None.

"If you want to continue the reckless study of yours then I can at least see you to the ship, Sir."

They were amidst the ships now, those sharp eyes flicking to each in turn and finding nothing of interest. As of yet he had only been aboard one pirate vessel, had been tested and pushed for his lineage and origins but his skill with the blade easily outdid that of these untrained scoundrels who sailed the seas in search of plunder and battle. Sure amidst one another some might be considered skilled. Skilled like the captain that had challenged him. The man had been sloppy, his stance unbalanced and attacks greatly flawed. Against Valerian he was made to look a fool and with only one of the rapiers besides. It was that ability with the sword alone that kept him alive all this time. That and his deep understanding for naval tactics as he had spent a good deal of time amidst navy ships.

That gaze moved one, landing upon a different ship, one that had not been there the morning before. Unlike the others this one looked a bit more well kept, as if the captain took some pride in the appearance of his ship. A rare quality amidst pirates who seemed to care only for money. A man who liked to keep his home nice was a man that Valerian could enjoy working with indeed... The two started for it, with the butler dropping back as soon as his handsome lord told him he could head back to the house. After all... if the captain turned out to be a bigger fool that the ship implied he could find his own way back....

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Daniel grabbed his red jacket and tossed it over his shoulders. He had taken the jacket from a dead navyman when he escaped the prison and kept it with him ever since. To him it was a symbol of his refunded freedom, he wouldn't let go of it until the day he might had to go back into a jail-cell.

His head hurt, his arms were dead and his sight wasn't clear. He didn't remember what he had done last night, but he knew exactly what he would be doing at such a place. All around him lay men and women sleeping away their intoxication. He only had one rule when it came to these kind of jobs; don't drink too much. That way he could get up earlier than whoever was paying him and get a little extra out of their pocket.

Now that he wasn't a part of a crew he found a way of living by playing for people at bars and anchored ships. The owners were always looking for someone to entertain their customers and "The Flute-blower" had made a name of himself, just enough to get the jobs he needed to get food and a place to stay.

He kneeled over a nobody snoring loudly resting his head on his hands, he was far down in the realms of the dreamlands now and he was the captain of this ship so this was the guy Daniel was looking for.

"Alright, mate. Lets see what you got here..." Daniel was always talking to himself, ever since he was a little kid. Probably because he had traveled so much by himself, even though after the years as a pirate on a ship filled with twenty other guys talking gibberish all the time, he still did.

"Yeah.....uh huh........huh.." He said biting on his flute as he searched the captains pocket.

He took a glimpse around to check if anyone had noticed him. No, the rest of the crew were in the same condition as the captain. It was time for him leave this place and head for the ship he had been looking for, Dragens Hemmelighet. Apparently the ship was looking for a crew and was anchored somewhere in the docks. He grabbed the money and got up.

Departing the ship he took a left, the docks were quiet in this part, only a few drunkards were stumbling past him like zombies as he made his way, probably way too off to notice him. As he walked he kept his eyes on the ships, hoping to find the one he was looking for.

"No.....no....no,I'll be damned!"

He had found it! He had guessed at some point he would, but not so quickly. Relieved he stood looking up at a woman onboard of the ship.

"Oi! This be the ship thats looking for a musician?"
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Constantine staggered through cool morning air, clutched an old musketoon close beneath a long brown coat, obvious he cas hiding something but he didn't seem like much more than a haggard drunkard with hair covering his face and deep set eyes shadowed by his own features. On the run, the authorities were looking for him and he knew they were close, got chased out of a backwater tavern somewhere. There was a whiskey bottle in his hand, the last of it sloshing about noisily while the stuff in his gut threatened to come back up.

There were posters around the town, advertised an easy way out of town and away from the city, there wasn't a town watch out on the ocean and it seemed to be a good idea to go along with them if it was at all possible. Constantine had been a sapper, knew how to dig tunnels and he'd built scaffolding, he'd used that to get work at a shipwright where they'd let him help out the ship builders there from time to time. He figured he'd say he was a carepenter, they didn't need to know that he wasn't the best or brightest, he still knew how to nail things together and he'd at least seen people building big boats like he imagined the Dragens Himmelighet to be.

The reality was a little different, shook his head as he scanned through the multitude of vessels docked at the wharf, bleary eyes strained against a lack of sleep, too much drink and the cool air. Constane had imagined something more militant in appearance, expected more guns and maybe some marines, but some official looking men with guns and swords trudged past him and he sunk his head between his shoulders and pulled the big brown collar up about his neck. In that moment he made his final choice, made haste toward the ship, walked along the edge of the wharf and swilled down the last of his whiskey, felt his stomach wrench and a few steps further he vomited with all his might and without breaking his stride, the entire contents of his stomach purged in an instant.

He coughed, a hacking sort of cough that hurt but he still didn't stop moving toward the boat and he didn't dare to look back, clutched the musketoon closer and knew that if they approached him, he'd blow them away in a flurry of lead shot, then he'd bludgeon anybody who wasn't dead until they were and he'd run, maybe fight some more, he had his dagger with him and knew how to use it, regardless of the drink and no sleep.

Now his mind was awash with thoughts, how to convince people he was a real carpenter, how to best evade capture at the hands of the authorities and a sort of hopeful sensation in his chest that he hadn't had since the last time he was on campaign. It was the sense of adventure but he didn't know it yet, kept moving on through the cool air and tried not to look anybody in the eye, came closer and closer to the boat and it looked a little better off than the rest of what was docked in the harbour, maybe a little too clean for a man on the run and Constantine hoped that the privateers weren't too loyal to the Royal Navy, hoped they wouldn't feel inclined to act upon any legal obligations that might stem from being in the employ of the Royal Navy and in turn having a fugitive murderer in their own employ.



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Rose finally made it to the docks, breathing in the sweet salty air. Her eyes wandered along staring at the ships anchored at the port. Her hair flowing past her shoulders in the wind. She walked past a couple of old sailors, and over heard a portion of their stories. But the small part of the conversation she heard was enough.

“I seen it with my own eyes, the Phantom and the Ginsrana charred and burning. The sky was ablaze with a hellfire that brought both ships and there men down to Davy Jones”
“Ai... I heard that, and no survivors left...And what about the loot he was hording.” The other replied.
“That is a shame now, ai it is. Cause ya see, the only map to his hold was aboard the ship when it went down.”

Rose couldn’t help but smirk at their conversation. The map was not lost in fact it was stuffed into the side of her boot, and as far as she knew was the only survivor. But she chose not to pursuit her father’s treasure, till she had a crew of her own. But for now, Rose decided just to join someone else’s crew. Her reasons for this were simple; she thought it would be best to lay low. Especially after the circumstances surrounding what happened to the ship and the crew.
It didn’t take long for her to find the ship. “Dragens Hemmelighet. That’s a mouthful in its self.” She said walking towards it. Seeing a small line up of people asking to join. ”I wonder if they need someone who can sing, aboard the ship”
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Oh, there it was. It looked odd... Or at least, very different from the ships she'd seen before. Katrine shrugged her shoulders and took another sip from the bottle, giving a little hiccup afterwards. She wasn't really thirsty, it was just that drinking alcohol made her voice hoarse and low, and she kind of needed that when she was wanting to go through with this whole posing as a guy-thing. It was what she had done on the other two ships she'd sailed on, and it wasn't really that hard if you knew what you were doing. At least she wasn't as 'blessed' up front as other women were, and she hardly had hips to speak of, which should make it all the more easy.
There were other people at the doc, too. She even thought she saw some women, which made her raise an eyebrow. Nah, she was probably mistaken. Rin cocked her head to the side slightly and approached the ship, trying to decide whether to come aboard or to wait on shore.
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It was a beautiful day out on the docks, and this was a place the frenchman found peace in. The wafting breezes blowing in from the sea, the cool air rushing past his face, it was all peaceful and calming. Giving his goatee a soft stroke, he glanced across the plethora of ships docked, each one having something about it that seemed to catch his fancy, if only a little.

"Hey, Pipi, get a wiff of 'zis air. Nothing like it in 'ze world, eh?" he said jokingly, passing a glance to his shoulder. Crawling from some seemingly unknown place upon his person came a small monkey, it's mottled brown and black fur swaying to and fro with the passing breezes. He gave a high-pitched grunt in reply, his primitive features displaying an obvious happiness and enjoyment of the surroundings.

His good eye darted about, taking in a bit of the sights, when what appeared to be caught his attention. He read what he could from where he was, but managed to get the gist of it: a ship looking for a crew. He couldn't make out the name of the vessel, and even if he could, he wouldn't be able to pronounce it for the life of him. Still, a name that unique would be hard to forget, at least.

After adjusting the strap of his musket case and the brim of his hat, he began his casual stroll across the port area. Work was the first thing on his mind right now - well, one of the first things on his mind - and he was in a rather dire need. Stepping around the occasional sleeping hobo and derelict sailor, he found himself in front of a beautiful vessel. It looked like something you'd find as a model in some rich man's house.

"Get a look at 'zat, Pipi. Been a long time since we've seen somezing 'zat nice," he said with a whistle. He paced back and forth a few times, inspecting the ship - or at least what he could see of it - sizing it up. It looked damn seaworthy. Something he'd wanna work on, that's for sure. That's when a name caught his eye: Dragens Hemmelighet. He looked at it for a moment, the name running through his head. It wasn't a boat he'd seen before, and the name rang no bells. Hell, he didn't have half a clue what the name even meant. Still, this piqued his interest, moreso than the countless other vessels bound within this place.

"'Ze captain must be a hell of a man to lead such a ship," he mused, his eye shifting left and right. He casually moved to the boarding ramp of the ship and glanced up it briefly. It felt like a stairway to heaven for him; the path to a new chapter in his life, or a new adventure, at least. Taking in one deep breath of the sea air he loved so much, he took one step onto the ramp, then another. Practically moving in baby steps, he made his way on-deck, eagerly looking for the captain.

However, after reaching the main deck of the ship, he found to his surprise a woman there. Hardly the captain he expected, but then again, he could only guess. Maybe she wasn't the person he was looking for, but could help him nonetheless. He stopped a few feet away from her, tipping his hat to her in greeting. "Salutations, miss. It is safe to assume 'zat 'zis vessel is yours? And if it is, I would like to... inquire about work on 'zis fine vessel. Isn't 'zat right, Pipi?" he said, passing a glance to his little companion before gently scratching the small monkey's head.
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Jillia only walked around on the ship, bored out of her mind, hoping that people actually saw the pathetic flyers she posted up. Her cat followed along, jumping on the rail and then onto her shoulder just hanging along for the ride. She smiled a little.

"Oi! This be the ship thats looking for a musician?"


She turned around to see one particular musician and gave a small bow in return. "Aye, sir. Welcome to the Dragens Hemmelighet." She let him get on the ship and well...just have him take a look around. Honestly, what else was there to do? She walked up to the plank to see if there were anymore coming members, and boy was she right. Several new crew members were on line to get on the ship.

Jillia placed her hands on her hips and gave a welcoming smile. "Well! Well! Well! Glad to know it wouldn't be me and the cap'n around here! Welcome! Welcome!" She noticed there was a lot of females entering the ship, which was to her surprise. She wondered how he would feel about that. Not like the captain had a choice anyway.

"Salutations, miss. It is safe to assume 'zat 'zis vessel is yours? And if it is, I would like to... inquire about work on 'zis fine vessel. Isn't 'zat right, Pipi?"

She was bought back to reality and quickly Jillia turned around. "Welcome and aye it is sir! Well, the captain I should say, but he hardly does anythin' around here!" She placed her arms around him and gave him a small walk around the ship, "Ye best to ask the captain about work. I'm not in charge of that!" She laughed and turned back to check if there was anyone else coming on board.
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Katrine raised both her eyebrows, seeing a woman on board of the ship. How was that possible? Her mouth nearly dropped to her knees. Women were supposed to bring bad luck on a ship, the captains of both the other ships she had served on used to say, which was essentially why she perfected in the art of being a guy - which wasn't that hard anyway. This time, her sip from her bottle was because she really had no freakin' idea what to do. Indecisively, she fingered one of her flintlock pistols, pursing her lips in thought. Ah, screw it, she would go through with it. The fact that there was one woman aboard, didn't automatically mean they would let other women on. Rin stepped on the gangway and looked briefly at the woman seemingly in charge, from under her head. Questions were burning on her lips, but she decided against voicing them.
'What're the positions ye need crewmembers for?' was the only one she asked.
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Rose looked at Jillia an eyebrow raised and smirked, as she heard her speak about the captain. "Then, I bet its safe to assume that ye be the first mate" approval in her voice. Not many captains would allow a women to be second in command, let alone have one aboard there ship. Her father had been one of many pirates who would never allow it, the only exception was herself. Had Rose not been his daughter, she would of been thrown either into the brig or left a drift at sea in one of the long boats.

"So, who is the captain of this fine vessal then?" She said looking around, cautiously watching the other's wishing to join the crew. "Trust no one, even if there on your crew" Wise words spoken by the only pirate she ever trusted.
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Oh yeah! She would show him! That damn admiral. She would. She stepped into some goo. "Eww, grose!" She certainly wasn't used to that. Calida had sold all her belongings. The only thing left was her necklace. She looked at it. "Come on. You're a brave girl! You're a pirate!" She smirked. She looked again to the paper. 'Dragens Hemmelighet' "Hmmm. Let's see." She said soft. Then she looked to the ships that were laying before her. She was standig right before it. She sighed. She saw two other girls. Unusual but this was probably going to be fun! "Uhm, hello?" She called to the two girls.
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"And ya don't need me
No ya don't need me
To sail...to sail...the seven seas!
But ya love me so
Yes ya love me so
On stormy seas...together we'll row!"


Trent whistled the next part of the song as he strolled down the market street. The coins in his pockets jingled merrily. Occasionally his hand would slip into a purse or a wallet and skillfully extract the money. This he did without missing a note in his tune.

"And ya see, my love
I ain't no dove
Nay, I ain't no dove
I sure ain't from the heavens above!"


As he passed the merchants' booths, Trent came upon the port docks. What's this? A grand ship loomed in front of him, its magnificent sails casting a jagged shadow across the waves. Excitement sent shivers down his spine, and his limbs seemed to want to move. To move toward the ship. His heart ached. ACHED for adventure! And this was his chance. To leave this boring place forever.

Without hesitation, Trent broke into a run. He twisted past civilians and nearly got ran over by a carraige, but reaching the ship was no problem. Taking a few shifty looks at his surroundings, he pulled himself onto the rope ladder and climbed quickly up to the deck. There seemed to be no one aboard. With a devious grin, Trent slipped underneath a cloth tarp and waited patiently on his stomach. His eyes scanned the deck, waiting to see what kind of crew lived on this ship.
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"How long have you been at sea?" Robin said without much enthusiasm as she tugged on her patient's pant leg. She was able to pull the fabric up to his knee, revealing purplish spots on the man's legs. Exactly what she knew she would find.

"About eight months," the man said quietly. Robin nodded in reply, not completely listening. The answer didn't matter much.

"Are your gums sore?"

"My what?"

Robin pointed to his mouth. "Your gums. They keep your teeth connected to your head."

"Oh." Her patient hesitated, then nodded. "And they feel... soft too."

Robin rose from her uncomfortable wooden chair. She glanced around the little bedroom, her green eyes locking with the brown ones of the sailor's wife. The woman stood in the corner, wringing her hands in the classic posture of a concerned spouse. Robin reached into her bag and pulled out her perscription for the sailor: a lemon.

"What's this?" the sailor's wife asked as she took the fruit from Robin's hands.

"He's got scurvy," the redheaded girl answered. "Just give him lot's of fruit until he recovers. Lemons, limes, oranges... apples aren't bad either."

The wife looked sceptical. "That's all?"

"I don't like fruit," the sailor protested.

Robin sighed. "Then the disease will kill you. Slowly. You'll lose your teeth, your eyes will sink in, your scars will reopen and whatever bones you've broken in the past and have healed will fall apart again. And then you'll die."

She turned back to the sailor. "Wouldn't you rather just eat the lemon?"

After the man finally agreed and his wife paid Robin a few coins for the house call, she followed the doctor out of the bedroom. "He'll be so disappointed," she was saying. "He had hoped to take a job on that new ship."

While smalltalk wasn't Robin's favorite thing, her father had raised her to be polite at least. "What job is that?"

"Oh, a group of pirates was advertising in town. He said it seemed to be an interesting group," the woman said. She picked up a flyer and handed it to Robin.

The redheaded girl looked at the posted, which by it's torn corners appeared to have been ripped form a public place. Apparently the captain of the ship was replacing the entire crew, an interesting move. Something about the poster tugged at Robin. She just couldn't put her finger on what it was.

Feeling a bit distracted, she left the tiny house and walked slowly to the home. She held the poster, rolled up inside out in one hand, feeling a bit self concious that she was even keeping it. Robin wasn't the type to flip her life over on a whim, and she certainly wasn't the type to go running around with pirates. But still... if Robin was honest with herself, she had been looking for a change, a way to get out of the small town in which she had lived too much of her life.

A sudden impulse came over her as she reached her doorstep. It was too strong to be ignored. In a few minutes, Robin had packed a few clothes, gathered up the rest of her equipment, and started back out the door on hurried feet.

As she drew up to the harbor, Robin saw a small crowd had already surrounded the ship in question. She slowed her steps. It was certainly a ragtag group to be sure. There were several types of people, men and women, and it was painfully obvious that they came from many different classes. There was a well dressed man who could certainly be a prince or some sort of nobility, and there were others who looked practically homeless. Some people were smiling, some scouling. And while observing them, Robin was suddenly aware that she might not fit in with this crowd much at all.

Easing her way into the edge of the crowd, Robin prayed silently that she would just melt in with the others, unnoticed as of yet. Yet with her tall stature and her bright red hair, she knew it was a silly desire. She was not the type to fade into any crowd.

Oh well, Robin thought, Perhaps I should make the most of it.

Her position in the crowd left her standing alongside the well-dressed man who certainly didn't look like he needed a job in piracy. No, this man was more suited in a lavish ballroom, sweeping fair duchesses off their feet. Why would he want to come on the ship? But then again, Robin reminded herself, she didn't exactly need to be there either. So what could possibly drive either of them to leave their former lives behind and jump on a ship with strangers? I study the human body, not the mind, she reminded herself. Who knows why we think and do what we choose to do?

"Judging from the look of this group, this should be an interesting journey," Robin mused aloud. She turned to blonde man, making her thoughts a conversation. "Whether that's good or bad, who can tell? And while I've never sailed on a ship for any extended period of time, I would guess there is plenty of work for a doctor on board. What's your specialty?"

Many of the potential sailors were speaking to a woman on board the ship. While it was plain that she wasn't the captain, Robin guessed that she was second in command. When her own turn came to speak up, Robin did so without hesitation.

"My name is Robin Kye, and I'm applying for ship's surgeon, if the position is still available."
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The sound of screaming and the shouting of orders was heard as all attention was brought to the Royal Mansion in the middle of the city. A great fire was consuming the top level of the three story building. Navymen in the area rushed over in lines to assess the situation.

Out of the amassing crowd, the Kapt'n pushed his way through to get back to the ship. He was the one who set fire to the building which all started in the tax Collector's office. As for the status of the Tax Collector, that will remain unknown as he was thrown out the window onto a tarp below. There was no sense in killing anyone in the place...yet, he thought.

"Get the ship ready for sail! Do it now!" Shouted the Kapt'n to his ship, hoping Jillia would rush to it. The ship wasn't hard to master at all since even one person could do it all...even if it would take awhile.

"Halt! No ships can leave this port at this time by the General's orders!" A soldier of the Royal Navy commanded as a line of them came rushing behind the running Kapt'n. He dare not look back except for that one instant where he did and jumped behind a several crates containing something able with taking on the musket rounds.

"I said get the ship ready!" He shouted once more. By then Jillia had been running around, cutting the ropes, leaving just one for the Kapt'n and the crew to get all on board. At that time, a gust of wind had managed to blow off his hat somehow unknowingly and sent it to his side, rolling with him and then stopping as it fell flat on itself like the Kapt'n did after tripping over a rope line as he looked back, not noticing his hat still was missing.

Another line of infantry followed in from the right and prepared to fire but the Kapt'n was already making his way into the croud boarding the ship. The soldiers charged on after him.

"Welcome to the ship! Let's all get aboard shall we! Thank you! Yes lovely. Now get on!" He shoved everyone onboard with not much of a greeting. What a great first impression he was making on the crew.

Feeling a scratch on his head, he reached up to scratch it and then realized his hat was still on the dock. Rushing back down he ordered "Don't cut the line! Don't!" The ship was pulling away already and the plank bridge was beginning to fall with him still running down it.

"Stop now!" A soldier yelled out before a few musket rounds hit around the Kapt'n missing him amazingly. He ran to grab his hat, placed it back on his head and then jumped back for the rope that he cut quickly with his sword.

Laughing at the group of soldiers who awaited another firing order, the Kapt'n found himself swinging back pretty fast and then smashed into the side of the ship.

"Pull up!" Cried the pain struck Kapt'n, turning to face his supposed doom as the muskets fired at him. At amazing speed, he was pulled up, missing the rounds by nearly inches. He was pulled over the rail and otno the ship by some of the crew before another line of musket fire hit the side.

It wouldn't be long before the Royal Navy would gather what fast ships they had to chase after him but he didn't care, the ship would gain speed quickly and be out of sight soon enough as they were almost fully out to sea already.

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Onto The High Seas

'Aye! There be no 'c' in sea, ya see?'


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"All hands to the poop deck!...just line up behind me for those of you who don't know..."
The Kapt'n ordered as he walked to the ship's wheel and took a hold of it, looking over what was ahead whcih was nothing. He then turned to the line of crewmen and started from one side tot he other with Jillia following.

"Welcome aboard the Dragens Hemmelighet. For those of you who can't understand, it's translated into 'Dragon's Secret'.
He walked to the end of the line and then started back to the middle.

"To any who may ask, No, I am not a privateer, yes I am a pirate and so are all of you now..."
He then walked tot he other end, looking over everyone for another time.

"For you treacherous scum, yes there is a bounty on my head and no don't think of killing me for it will get you no where!"
He then walked back to the wheel, turnign and lookign back over them.

"Knowing the many different pirate codes will get ya no where hear! It is as the Kapt'n commands that ye all shall do!...but just incase, here ya go!

* Article One
Every man shall obey civil command; the captain shall have on full share and a half in all prizes. the Master, Carpenter, Boatswain, and Gunner shall have one share and quarter.
* Article Two
If any man shall offer to run away, or keep any secret from the Company, he shall be marooned with one bottle of powder, one bottle of Water, one small Arm, and shot.
* Article Three
If any Man shall steal any Thing in the Company, or game, to the value of a piece of Eight, he shall be Marooned or shot.
* Article Four
If at any Time we should meet at another Marooner that man shall sign his Articles without Consent of our Company, shall suffer such Punishment as the Captain and Company shall think fit.
* Article Five
That man that shall strike another, whilst these Articles are in force, shall receive 40 lashes on the bare Back.
* Article Six
That Man that shall snap his Arms, or smoke Tobacco in the Hold, without cap to his Pipe, or carry a candle lighted without lantern, shall suffer the same Punishment as in the former Article.
* Article Seven
That Man that shall not keep his Arms clean, fit for an Engagement, or neglect his Business, shall be cut off from his Share, and suffer such other Punishment as the Captain and Company shall think fit.
* Article Eight
If any man shall lose a joint in time of Engagement, shall have 400 Pieces of Eight: if a limb, 800.
* Article Nine
If at any time you meet with a prudent Woman, that Man that offers to meddle with her, without her Consent, shall suffer Death."

"That be all! Now get down to the dining! Jillia will guide ya down and yes we have one!"

The Kapt'n turned back to his wheel for a little longer. The sails were set perfectly earlier and the port of Adia was out of sight thanks to the wind...
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Roxanne had been wandering around the quarters, until an aroma began to make her mouth water. Years of sneaking around and keeping hidden gave her a lot of experience. She entered a small area with various cooking utensils she didn't know the names of. As long as you can use 'em, the names don't matter, Chet always told her. There was a large man hovering over a boiling pot. The girl withheld a gasp and turned to leave. The sack on her shoulders bumped something. Pots clattered and a few things fell.

She hit the floor before any metal did. Her sack was quickly shoved under a ragged piece of cloth and Roxi rolled under, just as metal hit the floor. A gruff voice followed, as well as more footsteps. She silently cursed herself. Hadn't she had enough hide 'n' seek for a day? As the footsteps faded, Roxanne took this as her cue to sneak back out, undetected. She made it to deck, but there seemed like there was commotion going on. Her heart raced, emerald eyes widening as she took it in. Oh, bloody hell, no no no! The distant shouts of the men on the dock began to slowly fade away.

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Roxanne heard shouting. Her head was spinning, but her feet moved to where a few others gathered. She was silent. An older, experienced looking man began to speak, and even in her youth, she wasn't ignorant of who he was. A pirate! A dangerous one at that. He was exactly what she thought of when the word came to mind. A filthy, dirty, experienced sailor. She wanted to shout or scream. Not with fear, but the rush! She was on a pirate ship! There was a captain in front of her! She was going to become a pirate?

Wasn't this what she always dreamed of? What she's wanted to become since she was a child? Chet had always said she'd probably never do it, but even if she did look up to the ol' man, other times she just wanted to tell him to sod it. Oh, what she wouldn't give to grow up on the sea. To climb t he mast, look out at the ocean during day break, learn how to handle a pistol like an expert, learn sword fighting and dancin' dirty and... Roxanne shoved all the rest of the thoughts away and forced herself to listen to the Captain, still silently examining herself.

She was dirty, her short hair tangled and rustled, clothes torn and frayed. She couldn't do any of that stuff. She was just a girl, not even a woman yet, not even twenty. All she could do was lie, steal, clean, and cook. What good would a kid like her do on a ship like this? Her eyes watched a building burn in the distance, growing smaller and smaller. It seemed she'd soon find out.
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There was one person on board who was not interested in the hustle and bustle of new crew members. Rather, he was below the deck and alone, as he preferred it. Sylvas was not one to socialize with many, and kept mostly to himself. That was how it had been for years, and he had not intended it to end any time soon. So, rather than conversing with the irritating group of newcomers and the ever loud mouthed first mate, he sat alone, on a barrel, his eyes shut in concentration.

Well, at least he was attempting to concentrate. The new piece he was working on was difficult and required complete silence. Silence that was practically impossible on this day at this hour. "Bloody hell..." he muttered, readjusting the pegs on his violin, tuning it for the fifth time since he started. "Don't know why they have to walk so much." While they were on a sturdy, well built ship, that didn't stop the sound of creaks and shouts from penetrating the lower levels, even the various cabins. He considered smacking whoever was squawking up there with his bow.

"No no Sylvas," he said to himself, his slightly yellowed teeth clenched together. "The Captain wouldn't like that now would he? Ye might damage it." And with that he took a deep breath and started again. It gave a beautiful sound, perfectly tuned and kept in impeccable condition, even amongst the horrid squalor of a pirate ship. After twelve years of sailing the seas as a captor, and then as a reluctant pirate, one would think he had gotten used to the foul smells and terrible hygiene , but alas he still gagged at the sight of rotten feces and putrid dead bodies. As long as none of that touched his violin (or his hands), however, he was fine.

Sylvas was playing the piece perfectly, without a hint of error, when he heard a particularly harsh laugh from someone on board. His bow temporarily slipped from his grasp, and his chin was lodged from it's proper place. "Argh!" he growled in frustration, slamming his instrument down as powerfully as he could without damaging it. "I don't know what I've done to deserve this," he muttered, sliding off the barrel with ease. Running his tongue over his teeth, he sighed and trudged up the narrow staircase onto the deck, where he was almost overcome with people.

It was usually like this, of course, whenever there was crew recruitment. There were always so many young men who wanted to try their luck at pirating, many orphaned and alone. All of them had skills to boast for, although truthfully Sylvas could not understand why some of them were so proud. "Smelling so bad that it keeps mosquitoes away" was not something Sylvas would be particularly ready to boast about. Either way, it always amused him to see the old, young, big and small request membership. It was something he never had to do - he was forced into his position. Oddly enough, however, he noticed the large quantity of women on board. Strange. Women were not usually seen on pirate ships unless they were common wenches, much like the first mate. To even be looked upon with neutrality, they would have to be ten times crueler than even the worst male pirate. Well, it would certainly be an interesting experience then, he figured.

Speaking of the first mate wench, he spotted Jillia amongst a swarm of new recruits. Unable to play or get peaceful silence in the very least, he decided someone else should share his misery. Hooking his violin and bow to a makeshift strap he fashioned for himself around his belt, he sauntered over to her and watched her redirect the potential crew members to the captain. "Where is the illustrious Captain, wench? Would you know?" he gave her a leering grin, the same one he used whenever he wanted to irritate her.

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Then, chaos. The Captain always enjoyed making a grand entrance. "...Ah. Nevermind then." But his voice was lost in the array of screaming, shouting, yelping, laughing, and any other adjective for "being very loud and annoying." He sighed then as finally everyone settled down to listen to the Captain. So much for practicing.

He reluctantly followed Jillia and the others to dine. He wasn't particularly hungry, but to avoid such things was considered disrespectful. Already he had lashes on his back from years before, and he didn't need any other ones.
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Pulling the tarp off, Trent walked over to the Kapt'n and the others. No one seemed to notice him. They were all listening intently to the Kapt'n. Trent grinned like a fool. Pirates! Just my luck! I'm a pirate now.

As he absorbed this new identity, Trent suddenly felt pretty important. Despite his small stature, he was almost a man. This life seemed perfect for him. The gunshots gave him a bit of a fright, but the entire time he was grinning. Grinning like the devil.

Trent smelled the sweet scent of gunpowder in the air. The ship was probably loaded with guns and ammunition. That's what he would probably end up doing. A powder-monkey. A lowly job for young boys. But hell, it was better than being a pickpocket! Trent gazed up at his new Kapt'n, still grinning.
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Her eye’s wandered till falling upon the burning building. She raised an eyebrow slightly, watching as the Captain pushed the rest of the new recruits on board. Her hand immedietly flying to the pistol at her hip at the sight of the Royal Navy. Upon seeing the Captain ordering people to get on board, only to see him going back for his hat. She rolled her eyes at him, but she didn’t hesitate in helping Jillia pull the captain up. Rose held back a laugh as she pulled him up. “Oh joy, another showy captain” she thought thinking about how her past captain enjoyed making an entrance.

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She stood at the front of the line partially listening to the Captain’s speech. But Rose tuned him out after he started to talk about the code. Knowing most of the pirate ‘rules’ by heart, but Rose looked at the code as being more a guideline then actual rules. As he mentioned the second rule, she couldn’t help but smirk. “Best be very careful, and keep my secrets to myself” Rose thought again, thinking about the valuable item in her boot.

Waiting she watched as her new crew mates immedietly following his order to go down below to the dining hall. Rose waited for the small crowd to disperse, her eyes falling upon the open ocean between them and Port Adia. Turning her gaze on the captain for a moment remembering the name of Impehj from her father, and other pirates. She let out a soft chuckle, as she followed the crew to the dine. “This will be interesting” Rose said thinking about how her father would always say he respected, and hated the captain of the Hemmelighet.

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Katrine had raised both her eyebrows pretty much permanently after the fire, the sudden leave from the port, and the captain's speech. No one would notice it, but still. She was amazed, to say the least.
And I thought I was a little vage in my head, she thought. Oh well. Being part of a pirate crew didn't sound bad at all, seeing as what pirates did: blowing stuff up. And what did Rin like the most? Anything that included fire and destruction. Yeah, she was pretty excited. Oh, she should think of a pirate name, of course, like Red Handed Jill, or something of the likes. Katrine looked at her hands. Well, they weren't red, and her name certainly wasn't Jill, but it was a start. Ponderously, she scratched her chin - and then she knew it. "Hellfire Rin", now that was more like it! She had to stop herself from laughing outloud.
With a barely hidden grin of delight, she looked around at the others after the captain finished his speech. They were an accumulation of all sorts of people, men and women alike. She never thought she would end up on a ship like this. Fun!
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"Is 'zat right? Well, I'll just wait on-deck for 'ze captain, if you don't mind," Felix replied, giving her a tip of his hat. Pipi mimicked the motions of his master, tipping an invisible hat to the lady as well. After his "parting" he situated himself against the railing of the ship, watching the life of the port with the feel of the breeze against his skin. Things remained as they were for a while, until the smell of smoke slowly seeped into his nostrils.

Far off in the distance, a myriad of red and gold danced feverishly to the ground, taking a poor building with them. He didn't recognize what building it was, but he knew someone was gonna be pissed about it. That's when he heard the yells of a gruff older man on the docks, running for his life, a small group of soldiers en route. His eye widened slightly, and he almost subconsciously readied himself. He knew this would be a bit rough, at the very least.

He pushed himself off of the ship's railing, moving to the opposite side of the ship with a few other men. Below, he saw the captain clinging to the ship for dear life, the soldiers already launching volleys. One hand shot down to help the old man onto the deck, the other holding his hat on his head. Yet as he was pulling him up, he could feel a few shots pass inches by his face. One even passed close enough to cut his cheek. "Merde!" he shouted, his body seemingly filled with a surge of energy. He heaved the man on deck with a few other men, falling back on his ass afterwords. The remaining line was cut, and the boat was off.

"Sacre bleu.." was all he had to say, a sigh intermixed with his french.

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The initial surprise faded after a while, and things quieted down. Well, for the most part. He had been sitting against the rails of the ship for a while now, his hat pinned to his person by his head and a rail, and Pipi resting in his lap. The droning chatter going on about the deck was tiring after the shock of their early departure, but it didn't matter now. He got some sleep, and he was out to sea already, so at least he got a bit of something out of it.

He rose to his feet, one hand keeping his hat on his head, and Pipi climbing his way onto the man's shoulder. He glanced about briefly, taking a glance at the people on-deck. It was a surprising menagerie of people, clearly from different walks of life, but each seeming capable in their own ways. He was a bit surprised at the number of people who showed up, but it looked like this'd be a good crew.

That's when his eye caught the visage of the captain, as gruff and haggard as ever. He had heard the captain's little speech earlier, but most of it was common sense to him. Though it might be a bit hard to follow one of them, he thought to himself, he'd just have to control himself a bit. He couldn't help it that he liked the ladies... even if not all of them liked him. He slowly walked towards the captain - currently at the wheel - and gave him a brief, but polite, introduction.

"A pleasure to finally meet you, monsieur," he said giving a bit of a bow to him, speaking in his usual French-English dialect, "I was a... bit surprised by our sudden departure, but at least I know 'zat you're a man of action. It will be a pleasure to work aboard 'zis fine vessel." Having nothing else of pertinence left to say, he gave the captain a slight nod and went about his way. He decided to go below-deck and see what was happening down there. Had to be more interesting than what was going on here.
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Kapt'n hadn't given him any orders yet, so Trent was free to explore the ship. The lower deck held rooms and the powder store. Curiousity burned in him as Trent peeked behind every door and eavesdropped on the conversations of his crewmates. There were various hammocks and cots in some rooms, and Trent wondered if they each were assigned one or if it didn't matter.

"Oh hey oh," Trent sang softly, "The dutchess loves me so."
He wandered the lower decks until boredom and hunger took over. He sat on a cot, clutching his stomach. Just like him to forget to snag food before he came aboard! How long until they ate? What did pirates eat anyways?

No longer singing now, Trent clambered up the stairs to the upper deck. He searched for someone he could befriend, or at least someone he could ask for some grub!
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