Out at sea-[Pirate rp Needs males]

[prouvaires]

xxxxxI'm rotting like a wreck on the ocean floor,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSinking like a siren that can't swim anymore
xx'Cause our songs remind me of swimming,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBut I can't swim anymore


Gale nodded his head and moved around, cleaning himself up. He placed a few bottles back and raised a brow, looking to her and nodding. "That's understandable." he mused quietly as he went around, pausing at Thaddeus' side.

"Though you should rest more, knowing you, you won't." he smirked at Gunner with slight affection. He knew his crew mates well. He'd treated Thaddeus a few times before to know the man was willing to take his risks. He didn't idle very long. "Food sounds good, though. And I have to see to it that I check on miss Gia anyway. I think I'll go along with you." he smiled.

Just as he was fixing his bandage and getting ready to go, he glanced back at Taelia, frowning at her. He hesitated a moment before giving her a slight smile. "If you're in need of anymore medical help, please, let me know. I'm more than willing to help administer medication when needed." he said with a slight nod. He then looked to Thaddeus. "Are you ready to go, mate?"


o.o.c ;; --

[BloodyRoseDyanna]

Graceful in Life, Hynpotic by Gaze.

Gianna Fiterelli---Graceful Death Cabin Girl
(Queen's Outfit)

"Skilled with a Knife to Shorten Your Days."

A call to sail, caught Gia’s slightly pointed at the tip ears. At the moment, she was on her hands and knees next to a scrub bucket. She held a scrub brush in one hand and a rag on her shoulder. The gods must love this, the new nymph queen scrubbing floors like a servant. They must be laughing with their goblets of wine. It didn’t hurt her to think that. She knew her place among the crew and the title of royalty might actually get her thrown off the ship. She had to keep it a secret. Though she knew she had a responsibility to go back to her people for the proper initiation. A gory ceremony it was too. A mortal may look upon it and chastise them as Dark Lord Worshipers or necromancers or even black witches. It was not something a tribe would want. That could easily get them burned at the stake, hung and mutilated, get branded and sold to slavery alone, impaled on a stake and the list went on.

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The world was not ready to accept their ways and they never have been. Most nymphs believe they never will. That is why they hide and conceal themselves in separate covens of secrecy. They would never be ready for a queen either. It is told that the Blood Queen Nymphs that came before made rivers of blood when they found their anger, cities vanished in a night. As was the story of Atlantis, it was said the blood nymph killed so many sacrifices for herself, that Poseidon cast the city beneath the sea to punish her people. All of the nymph’s tribe was lost to the god’s anger. This foolish act was only because the people of Atlantis feared her more than the unseen god of the sea.

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No,she would keep her new title to herself. She didn’t even know if Alexis would still love her, if she told her. She could not lose her love for this or her tribe. She would have to keep it secret. She will just tell them it was a gift from her trials. Only Mr. Gale had seen what had happened and it traumatized him. He should apologize again. If he were to ask questions, she would only feel obligated to tell him the truth. She gave him the nightmares about it. It was the least she could do. She only hoped that he would be able to keep it secret. It was a heavy burden, she knew, but she couldn’t afford to be kicked from the crew and lose her love. It had taken her so long to find someone that trusted her and cared for her as she was.

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Gia looked down at moment, pausing as thoughts ran through her mind, so much guilt so much responsibility. Then she started to scrub again. She ran the scrub brush across the floor in small circles and then wiped it dry with the rag. She was most getting the dirt and sand, from everyone walking around. There wasn’t that much work to be done, at Least on the floor. She needed to fulfill her promise to Lex and get her a child. Maybe after that the she can be happy. Maybe then it would go back to normal. She began to scrub more furiously, as if she was taking out her anger on the floor. She felt a tear gather at the outer corner of her right eye, as she did so. She continued the furious scrubbing as she sung lightly to herself. "Goodnight, my angel. Now it's time to dream...." She seemed to only scrub one spot of and over again. "...dream how wonderful your life will be." She tossed the brush in the blanket with a splash and wiped the spot with the rag, using both hands to push the rag across the floor.

[OmegaU]

Shuurajou Gengetsu

Please don't touch my tails. They may be fluffy, but they aren't for petting!

Shuurajou looked down at Gia, who was scrubbing the deck. Something was off about her now too, though it wasn't like with Tom. Something was bothering the girl. Feeling that as one of the first mates, it was part of his job to keep the crews in high spirits, the fox jumped down from the top of the mast, and used his youki to slow his fall, enough that he'd nearly stopped inches from the deck, and he landed lightly, and silently behind the nymph.

"So, Gia...Where'd the happy little nymph from yesterday go?" He asked, walking up behind the girl.

"Do you need a hug or something? I can't stand seeing someone normally so happy, be so down."

If you really want to touch them...How about I wrap one around your neck and squeeze real tight?

[ChibiOutlaw]

Tæℓΐɑ ℑѻΐʂϯ
◅〖Șʊrℊℯoℵ Ѻʄ Ѡrɑcℯfʊl Юℯɑȶℌ〗▻



Taelia started to sit up to the thought of warm food nestling in her belly; however, bathing was the priority for her at this moment. Walking into the kitchen with a torn up blouse, stitches in her back, blood stained, and all? No. Not gonna happen. Taelia slid off the table and to her room, shutting the door behind her, as a sign that she didn't care what the Gale and Thaddeus did next. There was a small connecting bathroom with a tub and a variety of liquid bottles she figured she could use to wash up. Taelia turned on the steaming water and undressed while it filled. As she slowly seated herself in the hot water she started to chuckle, lowly, and quick, because the water touching her back was a bit frightening. Soon enough, though it seemed like forever, she was settled and poking the bubbles that she had made with some of the soap.

After the bath, the surgeon remembered she didn't have any other clothes to wear. "There better be a port in days time..." Taelia muttered, rather irritated, as she put her dirty clothes back on. Back to the mirror, she brushed through her now damp, soft, silky, charcoal hair, before putting it in a braid, slipping on her boots once more, and heading out toward the kitchen. The aroma of fresh food lingered throughout the air and, honestly, Taelia was hiding her excitement behind her present expression. With the room being filled of mostly men, the slender woman wondered if her crew had already come and gone. Doctor grabbed a plate of deliciousness and decided on eating at her quarters. Being around a ruckus was beginning to tire her.

[BloodyRoseDyanna]

Graceful in Life, Hynpotic by Gaze.

Gianna Fiterelli---Graceful Death Cabin Girl
(Queen's Outfit)

"Skilled with a Knife to Shorten Your Days."

A heavy heart weighed on Gia's chest as she scrubbed the pain away. The visions of her sisters being burned on a stake, flashed through her mind. The words of her little sister, telling her she caused it, haunted her thoughts. Her mother crucified and burned with brands before they lit a fire beneath, made that solitary tear run down her cheek. The sight that hurt her most of all, was her dear Alexid cut to ribbons on the floor reaching for her as she bled out. It made another tear fall down her opposite cheek, then another down her first. So lost in thought, when the fox landed behind her she drew her curved knife slightly out of her sheath on her thigh.

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The nymph looked up at the figure, that blocked the sun from her eyes. It took a moment for her to see the details in his silhoette. She swallowed and pushed the curved blade back into its spot, realizing what she had almost done. "I'm fine, Mr. Gen." She told him an obvious lie. "It just that test....'test' is what you called it right?.....I'm just trying to adjust." She told him the half truth. She didn't need to slip and tell him, about her title. She had to be careful and hold it all in. "I will be fine....I just need to finish here, get food and some sleep." She assured him and forced a smile. She was usually happy, so her false smiles weren't exactly believable. She turned her head to grab the scrub brush and start to scrub again.

[OmegaU]

Shuurajou Gengetsu

Please don't touch my tails. They may be fluffy, but they aren't for petting!

Shuurajou frowned at the nymph's lie, and moved closer. He knelt next to her, and placed a hand on her shoulder.

"You're a terrible liar, you know that? Aside, your scent has changed slightly. More than just that test transpired on that island for you...I won't pry, but if you would like to talk about what happened, I have big ears. I'll listen, and with two first mates on one ship, I can set aside some time to help you with whatever is bothering you." He said, trying to comfort her a little, before he got up and walked off. He needed a drink.

"Oi, I hope we stop in Japan soon...I've a craving for fried tofu and hot sake." Muttered the kitsune, as he went down to where the rum was kept.

If you really want to touch them...How about I wrap one around your neck and squeeze real tight?

[-2Dark4You-]

⌠✖⌡⌠✖⌡xxG u n n e r

✖ ✖ ✖ xx█ ██ ▎▌ ████████████████████ ██████████████ ███████ ▌█ ████ ██████████████

≻≻ This is my last c h a n c e to be victorious.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow ▶ Between the crosses, row on row, ▶
That mark our place; and in the sky ▶ The larks, still bravely singing, fly ▶
Scarce heard amid the guns below. ▶ We are the Dead. Short days ago. ▶

Thaddeus watched as Taelia depart there company and go to another room and shut the door. He figured she was busy, with something else. He heard what Gale suggested and chuckled at the thought of resting. Thaddeus wasn't the type to rest, if he wasn't fighting a battle or cleaning his weapons, you could find him training or helping around the ship were he could. Most of the crew was afraid of him but that fear had been useful in enforcing the captains orders. He wondered what Tom thought of all this. He truthfully hadn't seen the man since the ship wreck. His stomach rumbled. "Well just us then."He said and pushed the door open leading the way. He had set his weapons outside the medical bay and quickly grabbed them and put them on.

His earlier exploration of the ship had been useful for he had passed the mess area. He moved quickly through the ship and found himself in the mess, he grabbed a plate and threw some of the warm food on. He grabbed a seat that was free with space around him for Gale if the man so chose to sit with him. He closed his eyes and prayed quickly for the food. His hand subconsciously found the cross around his neck. He opened his eyes, and glanced down at his plate. Warm mash and and a chicken leg and a small roll. He dipped the roll in the mash and took a bite. His stomach spun and the sensation of the food made his head spin. This was the best meal he had ever tasted in a long time. He set out on the hard task of not eating to quickly, he knew that he would regret gobbling down his meal.

He watched as Taelia entered the room and grabbed a plate but didn't join him. He frowned slightly but didn't understand why he felt upset for being ignored by her. He watched her leave and shook his head, maybe it was the fact he could tell she was another one of those loner types. Something he felt he was at times, he had an urge to fallow after. He shook his head, "Well her loss."He muttered and spun a spoon in his fingers and scooped up a helping of mash and brought it to his lips..

((Damn it brain isn't working that and I don't have much to go off...))

▶Location: Unnamed Ship
▶With:Taelia, Gale
▶Mood: Hungry

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, ◀Loved and were loved, and now we lie ◀
In Flanders fields. ◀ Take up our quarrel with the foe: ◀
To you from failing hands we throw ◀ The torch; be yours to hold it high... ◀

[Doctor Juice Box]

James 'Spence' Fraser,
Sailing Master,
Gentleman Pirate.

James wiped his face after Red snuffed in agreement, the snuff had sent a combination of slabers and bogies into the side of James face. James then watched as the werewolf went and joined its weapon with James it was a curious situation at least neither of the two men were alone, however the rest of the crew either didnt know about New Tom or had accepted them. James knew it was now a case of Mutiny or Treason. He looked at Red, "Mutiny or Treason" He sighed and glanced at the ship he could see it what listings slightly to the left again.... it would appear that everything that was lost had been returned as whatever that was was having an effect on the new vessel. James had yet to meet the sailing master of the Graceful Death... his opinion of her wasnt very high and that ship would need him to safely set sail, need him to out manoeuvre the Navy, need him to acquire more supplies and would need his experience.

He looked at red again "I am sorry, but I have to go with Treason...." He stood up and picked his sword and turned to Vivi. "I doubt its an illusion. We all passed our wish has been granted... when we get on that boat and hes still the same what do we do!?" He questioned Vivi. "You can talk to him.... if we question him or his authority its dissent in the ranks and were punished for such actions, your of equal rank and can get away with it... " He looked down at his blade it was an impressive piece of craft work worthy of its previous owner, He turned the hilt of his blade towards Vivi, the little gold tassel swayed in the wind delicately. " I wish to Surrender to you ma'am, my sword is in your service, until the day that a new ship can be found for me or my own Captain returns to us....After all I cant in good consciousness let you sail that fine piece of craftsman ship with out at least the very best Man handling the charts and supplies, making sure that that ship stays afloat, the crew are your responsibility but the ship is mine!" He said looking at the vessel and then back to Vivi, " I also understand that the statement I have just made is treason and when my crew learns of it I shall be condemned to death..." He said bowing his head slightly. It had been a good run.

He looked over to Red, it was now red's decision to Join James in signing up for the other side or wether to stay on shore. "I cannot talk for red however, and Red I understand that if you tear me limb from limb now why and accept it." He said glancing over at the werewolf.

How'd you do that?.... Sea turtles,mate!

[prouvaires]

xxxxxI'm rotting like a wreck on the ocean floor,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxSinking like a siren that can't swim anymore
xx'Cause our songs remind me of swimming,
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBut I can't swim anymore


Gale followed Thaddeus out into the hall and glanced at the weaponry he picked up from the outside. He frowned and placed his hand on his belt, fingering the top of his dagger. It wasn't much, all he had for protection. He didn't really know what to say to Thaddeus, he hadn't really said much to most of his crew since they had gotten onto the ship. Now that he thought about it, most of his time had been spent with the women of the crew.

He wondered if that was some sort of sign that he was better off staying around them than his own mates. He quickly pushed the thought away and looked over to Thaddeus. Following him up into the mess hall, he glanced at the food and frowned, taking a seat beside his friend after piling his plate high with food. A weary smile passed across his lips when he saw Taelia, and caught Thaddeus' wandering eye. "She's probably just tired. Let her be. It's been a long day for us all. he muttered to himself, sinking his food back into the pile of delicious food before him. He ate like a man who had been starved, shoving forkfuls of food into his mouth, wolfing it down. For a polite, put together doctor, the man had an insatiable appitite at times. After a serving or two, he was nearly bursting.

"You know what would be good?" he asked with a tired smile. "Rum! A bit of rum. I'm going to grab myself a bit. I'll be back shortly." he clapped his friend on the shoulder before getting up and walking toward the exit of the room and to the upper deck for a bit of air. He needed to get outside before going back down and searching for alcohol.

When he wandered out onto the upper deck, he nearly walked into Gia. He let out a surprised laugh and grinned. "Ay! There ya are." he smiled, his face flushed from the warmness of the room he had just exited. "I was wondering about you. How are you feeling after... Everything?" he asked, grasping the railing and tilting his head a bit, his brows drawing down into a concerned gaze.



o.o.c ;; Finally, sorry it took so long!

[OmegaU]

Shuurajou Gengetsu

Please don't touch my tails. They may be fluffy, but they aren't for petting!

Shuurajou returned to the upper deck. He had four bottles of rum held by his tails, and another one in his right hand. That one was open, and half gone already.

"Heyyy! Gale, how are you doing?!" He called out, walking over to him and Gia, depositing one of the bottles into Gale's hands.

He then started up the mast. He didn't mean to interupt any sort of conversation, but he hadn't talked to Gale in a while himself, and whatever he'd seen with Gia had done something to him. The man deserved a drink.

The fox checked up on Sicily on his way up, before heading up to the top of the mast to spend some more time to himself, with just his thoughts.

If you really want to touch them...How about I wrap one around your neck and squeeze real tight?

[ChibiOutlaw]

Tæℓΐɑ ℑѻΐʂϯ
◅〖Șʊrℊℯoℵ Ѻʄ Ѡrɑcℯfʊl Юℯɑȶℌ〗▻



Taelia paused outside the kitchen door, hearing the very subject of each conversation. Listening for any clue of importance before continuing to her room. What did the Captain have in mind to do next? Surely, to make port. Things were needed and probably wanted too. How long were the men going to stay with the ladies crew? Obviously something was bound to happen between a male and a woman on board--who knows where that would lead them. Taelia set her plate down on one of the patient tables and pulled a chair over to sit onto. The food was soothing by just it's smell. Forever was what it seemed like since having had a fresh meal like this one and the doctor wasn't going to eat it quickly, but rather, savor it.

Once finished, she wiped her lips clean with a cloth and set the plate near her sink. The doctor needed to get herself wrapped because she could feel the stitches in her back tugging on her clothes every now and then. Gale wasn't around but doing it herself shouldn't be too bad. The woman grabbed the wrapping, went into her room, closing the door behind her. She stripped her top off and looked in the mirror to help her apply the bandage. Although, the wound wasn't really visible to her, she knew where it was and how to wrap it. First, around her chest, over her shoulder, and then again. It was so much easier to perform on another person but yet, on herself, she couldn't quite get it right.

[-2Dark4You-]

⌠✖⌡⌠✖⌡xxG u n n e r

✖ ✖ ✖ xx█ ██ ▎▌ ████████████████████ ██████████████ ███████ ▌█ ████ ██████████████

≻≻ This is my last c h a n c e to be victorious.

In Flanders fields the poppies blow ▶ Between the crosses, row on row, ▶
That mark our place; and in the sky ▶ The larks, still bravely singing, fly ▶
Scarce heard amid the guns below. ▶ We are the Dead. Short days ago. ▶

Thaddeus watched Gale wander away looking for rum and chuckled. The man was right, rum would make any meal just that much better. He finished his plate and drank down some water, for now this would have to do. Thaddeus might not take the doctor's orders to heart, but he knew that drinking at this time wasn't going to sit well with the healing process his body was enduring. He pushed the plate back and leaned back slightly feeling stuffed. His eyes darted about studying the crew left around, he decided no one of value was around to talk with. He stood up and left.

Making his way down through the ship he noted several things he couldn't say was very safe. For one the weapon storage was all in one location, so was the ammo and powder. This meant one well placed shot would blow the ship apart. There also wasn't a defined location for the male crew members to stay. He sighed, "Where the hell am I going to bunk."he said slighly annoyed. He figured he would sleep top deck among some barrels or something, night air always helped him sleep anyway, if you can call vivid nightmares sleeping.

He passed a cannon and noticed that propped up against one of the wheels was a bottle. He picked it up and examined it, a smile spread. A bottle of rum how interesting, he remembered his earlier thought then something inside said, 'whatever' and he took a swig. He remembered the pain look upon Taelia's face and looked at the bottle he now carried. Making his way back to the medical bay and knocked on the door as he opened it. "Hey Taelia would you like to partake in this wondrous painkiller."he said. His eyes narrowed realizing she wasn't in the main examination room. He quickly strode across the room and pushed open her room door. He watched her attempt to wrap her wound and sighed, he crossed the room placing the bottle down. He reached out and forced her hands away and set about wrapping her, he might not be a doctor but battle experience and countless visits to Gale had taught him much about wrapping a wound. He tied the end and placed a hand on her shoulder, "You could have asked one of us to stay and help, don't have to do everything yourself you know."he said with a sigh..

▶Location: Unnamed Ship
▶With: Taelia
▶Mood: Satisfied

We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, ◀Loved and were loved, and now we lie ◀
In Flanders fields. ◀ Take up our quarrel with the foe: ◀
To you from failing hands we throw ◀ The torch; be yours to hold it high... ◀

[ChibiOutlaw]

Tæℓΐɑ ℑѻΐʂϯ
◅〖Șʊrℊℯoℵ Ѻʄ Ѡrɑcℯfʊl Юℯɑȶℌ〗▻



Just when Taelia was about to try tying the wrap around her once more, she heard someone in the patient room, Thaddeus to be exact. He had called out to her about a pain killer and she figured he referred to alcohol. Since she wasn't in the patient's quarter's, the young doctor thought he would just leave. However, that didn't happen. In another moment, the blond had barged into her room. The doctor glared at the man as he put his drink down and began coming toward her. "Excu--!" Taelia began defensively, only to be cut off by his actions. "Is he drunk?" the woman thought to herself as she prepared to stand her ground. One arm moved to cover her chest while the other reached for the scalpel knife at her thigh. Taelia didn't want to hurt this already injured man, but as she noticed that he wasn't harming her in anyway, and rather helping, she positioned so he could finish the wrapping.

The woman was facing the mirror and staring at Thaddeus as he finished. When he set the hand on her shoulder, she flinched, patiently letting it fall off as she turned around to face him. "Maybe I should of." she replied with a hint of a compliment in his wrapping, "I am not yet use to having help provided for me." Taelia explained, "The women on this ship have little knowledge about medicine and mending so...I've had to deal with it on my own." The slender woman moved toward her clothing that she had laid on the bed. "I guess it's become a habit as well." Dr. Joist attached her under garment around chest, then slipped on her blouse to be buttoned. "I'm not one to drink." she told the blond as she peeked up from buttoning to see the bottle on the room table. "A drunk surgeon isn't much use." A smile slipped from her lips as she gave a glance toward Thaddeus. "Thank you though." The surgeon then stepped forward and gave him a warm quick kiss near his lips.

[OmegaU]

Mesushima Gengetsu

Hello! I'm Mesushima, the new gunner! I can heal things to!

Mesu found her fae friend after the ship left land. At this point, she'd have plenty of time to speak with the captain about joining the crew.

"Fifi-chaaaaan!" Called the kitsune, as she tackled the fairy.

"Hi! The captain doesn't seem to be to talkative right now, so I'll have to speak with her about joining laterrrr!"

The female kitsune got off the fairy, and began to run in circles. She did notice her father checking on Sicily before climbing to the top of the mast, but that didn't concern the female kitsune.

I can heal you if you need it, but if you ask to much I'll think you're getting hurt on purpose!