Storm Upon A Lily Blue Sea [O/A! Need people!]

So.....Wanna join this?

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[2 Be A Monster]

A document found in the Port of Easing Way, where our story begins...

[2 Be A Monster]

Two friends...Two sides... Two stories...

A tale that not many know of. A boy and a girl, a piarte and a navy officer. Two different sides.

The two, boy and girl, were very close friends. Everyone knew who they were, and weren't surprised when they took an interest in the seas. Their parents even put enough money to by them one boat that they could sail together on. It was a small thing, but they only needed each other to survive. However, the day they sailed away from home, the short moments they shared together on that small ship...it would be their last for a long time.
~CLASH!~
Lighting struck the boat, setting on fire and splitting it down the middle. The two could do nothing, but jump into that mistress called the sea, the waters looking fatal if they jumped wrong. Again, lighting struck, this time, the bow where they stood. Out of fright, the two jumped, hands trying to reach for each other. The other's name on their lips as the fell into the water that seprated them.

The two seprated...a man and a woman now...

Set fifteen years later, a commanding Navy Captain...a fierce Pirate Captain, both will cross paths, crews in tow. And whose to say what will happen? Will they even remember the friendship and equal love they once shared for the sea? Will they even remember each other?

It's only something we can decide, something we can control.

[2 Be A Monster]

~The Rules~
01. Follow the Gaia ToS.
02. This is a semi-lit to literate rp. That means folks: No one liners. Or two liners. Write at least 5 good sentences please? It doesn't have to be a novel, though you can write them if you just get into that groove. And I understand writer's block but you can write something, can't you?
03. Okay, this kinda irks me, so here it goes. I'm walking along the yellow brick road, having a jolly good time when suddenly BAM! I'm gutted through by someone with out warning. That my friend is called God-Modding and is frown upon in society. Also, no powering playing and auto-hit but I think that goes under God-Modding right?
04. Romance is totally fine as long as it's PG-13. And the same goes with gore too. Hell, what kinda pirate rp would this be with out?! But please, no cybering. Don't even take it to the pm's.
05. Myself and Sweet Somber Kitty are the goddesses here and if you give us any trouble by breaking the rules, we can and will kick you out.
06. Don't leave anyone out. Try and interact with everybody, so we won't have people feeling lonely.
07. OH! You can curse, because who doesn't? Just don't do it every other word.
08. You can have as many characters as you would like, just don't forget them, because that would be slow...
09. When you send your profile, send me you NAVY profiles, and Sweet Somber Kitty your PIRATE profiles.
10. Don't change anything on the posting format.
11. I have the right to add more rules and Somber has the right to suggest and add rules as well...
12. This is just begining to be a waste of space because I don't know what to say... Pirate profiles should have a pirate icon in them and titled 'Catch Me If You Can'. Navy profiles should have a wine cheese icon in them and titled 'Honor and Loyalty is Our Goal'. Space is sooooo much fun! ^w^
13. OKAY. Enough space wasting! Most important rule though is to...
HAVE FUN!

[Sweet Somber Kitty]

Profile Skeletons: (About time hmm? XD)

Pirates:

(Image. Anime please)
[size=9]Alright, so you scurvy dogs… you can call me[color=yourcolor] (name)[/color]
If you’d dare to get to know me, you may also call me [color=yourcolor](nickname)[/color]
I am [color=yourcolor](male or female)[/color] And.. Would you even try to call me otherwise?!
I have sailed the seven seas for [color=yourcolor](age)[/color] years!
Takin down those fleet ships with my own wit! And my [color=yourcolor](Weapon) [/color]
My story begins aboard my own [color=yourcolor]vessel[/color]… and this is how it goes!
(Bio, please.. AT LEAST a paragraph))
And yes, I am the [color=yourcolor]feared [/color]sort… what with my name goin ‘round. Some say I am (personality)
And, if it is kept a [color=yourcolor]secret[/color] between you and I… (Other)
And, one last thing.. There is only ONE more, other than my captain whom I follow! And that is
[align=right][color=yourcolor](gaianame)[/color] [/align] [/size]

Navy:

(Image. Anime please)
[size=9]Good day, Let us begin the introductions. My name is [color=yourcolor](Character name).[/color]
However, there are some who refer to me as [color=yourcolor](Nickname) [/color]If you cannot tell I am a [color=yourcolor](Male or female) [/color]
I have been caught in this war for [color=yourcolor](age)[/color] years now…
And survived only by my own strength and my [color=yourcolor](weapon).[/color]
If you’d care to hear the [color=yourcolor]tale,[/color] perhaps I can tell you over a drink…
(Bio. Please.. A descent paragraph AT LEAST)
Well… my [color=yourcolor]reputation[/color] is known well enough throughout my fleets and people would often say I’m… (Personality)
There are [color=yourcolor]other things [/color]you may not know about me though like.. (Other)
Not to mention the fact that I am under the high command of
[align=right][color=yourcolor](Gaia name)[/color][/align][/size]

And yes I am listening to pirates of the caribbean music...

[Sweet Somber Kitty]

Captain


Alright, so you scurvy dogs… you can call me Xander Von Cleric
If you’d dare to get to know me, you may also call me Nightshade, Bella Donna
I am Female And.. Would you even try to call me otherwise?!
I have sailed the seven seas for 23 years!
Takin down those fleet ships with my own wit! And my rapier.
My story begins aboard my own vessel… sort of... and this is how it goes!
I was born near the docks of easing way, my father a respected priest and my mother a noblewoman and, since the day I could walk on my own, I became a most curious little thing. I would spend days upon the docks, watching the waves pass by as my family busied themselves, in awe at the vastness of the ocean and the sheer beauty. It stunned me to watched whales… enormous beasts throw themselves from the waves, and to see the fins of sharks piercing the surface of the water, a haunting image on those placid summer mornings.. With the sun just rising over the horizon to silhouette them against its glow. However, little did I know.. The sea would cost me.. As would my love for it. One day, upon the docks, I met a boy about my age. He and I were not so different we came to find and, in a matter of a few short meetings, friendship was evident and our love and understanding for the sea was easily doubled. Together we would travel along the shore, skip sessions with our tutors to simply wade through the shimmering port waters, and spend evenings, side by side, watching the huge fleet ship groan by, their sails seeming to stretch to the heavens upon thick masts. Our parents, seeing are growing closeness and, unable to frown upon our adventurous spirits, bought us a boat, much to our pleasant surprise. However… neither expected our adventure to turn into what it had.
We had disregarded the darkening weather that day, figuring to simply be overcast, soon to be blown away by winds sweeping up the sea… winds that would be perfect for pulling us out of the docks with as little rowing from us as possible. SO, we raised our sails and took off…
The storm hit us hard… I gasped his name, coughing and sputtering as he only grew further and then… as the blackness of unconsciousness took me.. I was swept away… to what I thought to be my death.
However… I woke to something quite different indeed. As I let my eyes lift open they fell upon the face of a man and woman. A couple, both with a different sort of look then those townspeople back in easing way.. And I soon came to love them as my own parents, feeling as though I would never return to easing way again.. Never be able to.. And in my mind.. My best friend.. And dearest companion had died.. Swallowed by the ocean I had come to care so greatly for.
Years of practice and training have turned me into the captain I am today. The leading lady and commander of my ship, taken from my adopted parents… The ship Annie Apple named after the loving friend I had lost that fateful day… My name is feared.. Renowned now for the deeds I have taken.. However.. They call me Nightshade, or Bella Donna more often then my own name… For they say I am beautiful and deadly…
And yes, I am the feared sort… what with my name goin ‘round. Some say I am cold, and commanding. Unafraid to give a show of my power whenever necessary. I am stern and unafraid of punishment and my crew knows this.. However, I am not heartless and at times.. One may catch me in silent mourning of my distant past…
And, if it is kept a secret between you and I… I own a pet black panther, whom I picked up on my adventures, named Poseidon.
And, one last thing.. There is only ONE more, other than my captain whom I follow! And that is

Sweet Somber Kitty

Crew


Alright, so you scurvy dogs… you can call me River Crossol
If you’d dare to get to know me, you may also call me Lake
I am male And.. Would you even try to call me otherwise?!
I have sailed the seven seas for 18 years!
Takin down those fleet ships with my own wit! And my Chained Whip, with a sharp metal tip
My story begins aboard my own vessel… and this is how it goes!
River was raised to love the sea moving as swift and fast as if he was the water itself. That was how he was most of his life living with only his father who was also a pirate. His father taught River how to fight and use his weapon to the best of his ability. River loved his father and the sea as well, untill the sea took his father away. Even that did not stop the boy, River promised himself that he would find his father and still to this day has never once forgotten why he travels as a pirate. Learning new tricks and trainning everyday River wants to be strong enough to take on anything the sea can throw at him, nothing is going to stand in his way when it comes to something he wants.
And yes, I am the feared sort… what with my name goin ‘round. Some say I am strange, blunt, clueless, happy go lucky, and scary(When fighting or upset.)
And, if it is kept a secret between you and I… Has a pet monkey named Gogo who is always with him.
And, one last thing.. There is only ONE more, other than my captain whom I follow! And that is

Nataku_187

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Alright, so you scurvy dogs… you can call me Tawney Bree
If you’d dare to get to know me, you may also call me Tawney
I am Female And.. Would you even try to call me otherwise?!
I have sailed the seven seas for 20 years!
Takin down those fleet ships with my own wit! And my My paintbrush and pencil! You can put an eye out with‘um
My story begins aboard my own vessel… and this is how it goes!
I was born inland of easing way, the only daughter to my two farming parents and the victim to two younger brothers… I was smart, quick, and years of dodging numerous sneak attacks from my siblings made agile. Nevertheless, I used none of these skills.. For I am an artist. Well.. WAS an artist.. Now I’m an artist dash captive. It was beautiful morning when it happened and, with my easel, I made my way to the docks, the sunrise beyond compare to another. I couldn’t miss it! However, much to my discontent, there were to many big ships in the way so, being the determined soul I am, I took my lil rowboat and made my past. Them.. And I can tell you one thing for sure.. Bad idea. The currents, as I was painting, pulled me out to see and well.. THEY picked me up. I bribed them with my art.. But they laughed. Like so many others. People just don’t seem to understand the true inspiration a good painting can be and so, I was thrown into the dungeon and we sailed away into the sunrise… what a happy story…
And yes, I am the feared sort… what with my name goin ‘round. Some say I am (personality)
And, if it is kept a secret between you and I… N/A
And, one last thing.. There is only ONE more, other than my captain whom I follow! And that is

Bobinold the Awsome

Others:

[2 Be A Monster]

Captain


Good day, Let us begin the introductions. My name is Liam Xavior Lawson.
However, there are some who refer to me as Conch
If you cannot tell I am a Male
I have been caught in this war for 24 years now…
And survived only by my own strength and my longsword.
If you’d care to hear the tale, perhaps I can tell you over a drink…
I was born close to the docks of Easing Way, my mother and father both merchants, and the rest of my family more inland. We lived close to the docks because of my parent’s occupation. They bought and sold goods, traded goods and gossip, and many other things of that sort. I was always close by to help them since the time I could walk and talk correctly, slowly taking up their trade to take over the business as they got older, but I wasn’t interested in that. I always looked out to the sea that lied beyond our dock, a longing look that made my parents reconsider their original plans. While they talked, giving me the day off, I managed to bump into a girl who looked to be about my age. She and I took to each other, realizing we had the same interest and love of the sea. Sometimes we’d skip out of lessons to watch the water, and the ships. We’d always watched the ships leave, the winds in the sails, the loud groaning and creaking that the ships made as they came and went. Our parents met eventually, and they came to the same conclusion as they saw the same looks in her eyes and mine. They bought us a ship, nothing regal or magnificent, but it pleased us as if it was. We set sail that same day too, not knowing what was going to happen only soon after…
The sky was gray, but we shrugged it off, thinking it was only going to blow away with the wind that steadily picked up. We hadn’t rowed much, letting the wind carry us… the storm hit then… we ship had been hit… I called her name, trying to reach her… but I couldn’t get to her as she shrank away in the distance…
I woke up later, washed up on the shore of some town, different from my own. These people didn’t know who I was, a wet blonde boy with strange clothing. I recognized the clothing, a town that traded with my parents. I was taken to an orphanage and adopted, though I told them repeatedly that I was not an orphan and that my parents were in Easing Way. They smiled; shaking their heads at my silliness because they told me Easing Way was days away from here. I dropped the subject, letting my adoptive parents raise me properly, letting them send me off to the Naval Academy to become a Captain of my ship Macaroni, in memeory of my friend, letting them think that I was nothing but a hollow shell of my former self. I opened up slowly, not allowing myself to dwell too long on the past, on my old home and parents, or …on my best friend…
Well… my reputation is known well enough throughout my fleets and people would often say I’m… a bit of a smart aleck, and sometimes cold. I’m driven, always keeping my crew on their toes, to do my job to the best of my ability. On rare days you can catch me smiling like a complete idiot, never worry about anything at all. The few people that I do allow to know me know I hide behind my coldness and false smile, thinking about the past.
There are other things you may not know about me though like..
I read a lot of books, and I’m currently into Shakespeare. I recently sustained an injury to the eye, so I'm required to wear this eyepatch till my eye heals...Not to say I'm wearing just to look tough!
Not to mention the fact that I am under the high command of

2 Be A Monster

Crew


Good day, Let us begin the introductions. My name is Yurchael Jameson
However, there are some who refer to me as Chael If you cannot tell I am a Male
I have been caught in this war for 23 years now…
And survived only by my own strength and my A single gun
If you’d care to hear the tale, perhaps I can tell you over a drink…
I began my life along the mountainside of Easingway, wanting nothing at all to do with the sea. My mother left my father when I turned 5, though I cared for her little so this didn’t bother me much at all and, with her gone, this allowed me and my father, whom was a scientist himself to get close. He taught me all I needed to know to catch my interest and real me into the world of science and, as I got older, my knowledge only grew. I wasn’t the sociable type, much to caught up in my works to care about friends or girls, but, eventually.. Work came a callin and I knew I had to step out of the house. I started working at the docks, studying the shores and such, shallow waters. An easy job with little stress but then, as my name grew more widely known.. I was asked to board the Macaroni… and to work as a scientist upon the large ship. I agreed, somewhat reluctantly, and, while it took my stomach a while to get used to the rocking, I found myself growing fond of the job and took to it excitedly. And now the crew members have grown to be like my brothers, and I would never go back to living at the mountainside again.. So far from the water.
Well… my reputation is known well enough throughout my fleets and people would often say I’m… proper and somewhat arrogant, Yurchael is not one to take kindly to criticism. In his mind, he knows all there is to know and if any object to this, he can become.. Cold. Otherwise, he gentleman enough and friendly.
There are other things you may not know about me though like… I own a pet Dog named Atom.
Not to mention the fact that I am under the high command of

Bobinold the Awsome

Good day, Let us begin the introductions. My name is Alexander.
However, there are some who refer to me as Scruffy
If you cannot tell I am a Male
I have been caught in this war for 10 years now…
And survived only by my own strength and my Two Short Swords.
If you’d care to hear the tale, perhaps I can tell you over a drink…
I used to be a homeless child, which is how I got the name "Scruffy". I was begging on a street corner one day when I overheard that the Navy was taking in new recruits, especially for cabin boys. I went to go check it out and lo and behold, it was true. Some navy men asked how well I could tie a knot, and apparently it was good enough because I was whisked away to have a uniform fitted. I know live most of my life on the seas, serving under Captain Lawson.
Well… my reputation is known well enough throughout my fleets and people would often say I’m… Happy-go-lucky and optimistic
There are other things you may not know about me though like.. I'm a good aim
Not to mention the fact that I am under the high command of

sexy no jutsu wesker

Speciality


Good day, Let us begin the introductions. My name is Evelyn Fawn
However, there are some who refer to me as Evee, Eve, Fawn
If you cannot tell I am a Female
I have been caught in this war for 21 years now…
And survived only by my own strength and my None
If you’d care to hear the tale, perhaps I can tell you over a drink…
I, unlike the others here, was not born in Easingway at all. I was born across the seas from the little town, near the port of Longreef Cove. I was born into a family of nobility and power, my status almost nearing that of the royal family’s eldest daughter as I grew. And why? Because, at my birth, upon my body was found a mark. It was a tattoo like mark which appeared upon my back. Almost like a very fine outline of two angelic wings. My society was one of spiritual belief. To a point that even I found it strange. So, seeing this as an omen, my training began immediately and I was destined to become a powerful priestess.
I trained as much as I could over land, carried here or there since childhood and never being given a stable home. I cared little though, my curiosity driving me to enjoy each new adventure and my growing knowledge of the world reassuring and wonderful to myself.
However, as me and my guards returned to Longreef Cove one day, I was informed of my newest travel. I was to be taken across sea to Easingway. A port far from my own. I was stunned, and found this exhilarating! The ocean was un traveled territory for myself and my enthusiasm comforted my parents whom wished not to hand me to the men of the waters.
I bid them goodbye and boarded a most curiously named ship… the macaroni…
This would indeed be my greatest adventure yet…
Well… my reputation is known well enough throughout my fleets and people would often say I’m… pretty nice, though I can be distant. I don’t believe in violence and, because of this, I slightly dislike the navy men and despise the pirates. I am gentle and VERY composed…
There are other things you may not know about me though like.. I hold with me a single staff… not for defense but for… effect.
Not to mention the fact that I am under the high command of

Sweet Somber Kitty

[2 Be A Monster]

The Ships That Are Floating Around Are:

Ship: Macaroni:
-Captain: Liam Xavior Lawson
-First mate:
-Crew:
*Cooks
*Cleaners
*Doctors
*Look Outs
*Weapon Master
*Carpenter
*Navigator
*Scientist
-Yurchael Jameson
*Specialty
-Evelyn Fawn
*Cabin Boy
-Alexander "Scuffy"

Ship: Annie Apple
-Captain: Xander Von Cleric
-First mate: River Crossol
-Crew:
*Cooks
*Cleaners
*Doctors
*Look Outs
*Weapon Master
-Jason Dragon Lockwit
*Carpenter
*Navigator
*Specialty
-Tawney Bree
*Cabin Boy

Ship:
-Captain:
-First mate:
-Crew:
*Cooks
*Cleaners
*Doctors
*Look Outs
*Weapon Master
*Carpenter
*Navigator
*Specialty
*Cabin Boy
(Here, you can make your own ship, but try and fill the first two up before you make a new ship.)

[2 Be A Monster]

The Gold

Sweet Somber Kitty- Co Creator of the idea!
2 Be A Monster- Creator of the idea!
Nataku_187- First to join!
Bobinold the Awesome- Second to join!

The Plank
NONE!
*Let it stay that way please!*

[2 Be A Monster]

Thread made- Oct. 17
Thread Opened- Oct. 20 heart
OOC made- Oct. 21 Oh oh see

[2 Be A Monster]

[Sweet Somber Kitty]

We loved the sea, and it branded us with pain…

“Please… leave me be..” She muttered softly under her breath, her violet eyes cast down upon the plate below her as the doctor tried again to approach her with the bundle of bandages he struggled to hold steady in his trembling arms. He opened his mouth to object again, watching as the reddish blotch slowly spread along the fabric of her shirt, through the corset that was wrapped tightly about her form. She winced visibly, her eyes slowly easing their way up to the man as the tension clung, a little thicker in the air and, clearing her throat, she smiled weakly as his drew his mouth just again, a frown of distaste apparent over his aging features. She was captain, and as such, she should care for herself like she would any in her crew, or perhaps more so! He had tried to explain this to her again and again, only to be sent off time and time over to care for the others that had been wounded in their raid. And now, as he faced her again, watching that oddly placid glow glint from below lengthy lashes, he grunted, shaking his head vigorously. “Miss-” He began, only cut off as she lifted a hand, letting her chair screech as she pushed it back, the clawed feet scraping the floor boards noisily. She stood, with some difficulty, holding tight to her side as she forbid herself to break to the pain, merely swallowing down a growl as she replied, her voice stern and brisk, commanding as she faced the shorter, older man. “Silence…” She said. A slight hiss bordering her tone. “I’ve given you your orders! I am fine… this small wound is a little punishments in exchange for our success… I’ve obtained worse!” A slightly wicked grin and she stepped forward, free hand moving towards the rapier tied about her waist, thudding against her thigh as she moved forward. The man retreated a step and, seeing this, she paused again. Still, he hesitated to obey her and, feeling herself anger slightly, she pressed down the urge to shout, her voice full of feigned understanding as she continued. “Are… they all cared for?” She queried and, as the man nodded silently, she gave a sigh of relief, letting that rage ebb away and her composure return to what it had been. She swallowed and, nodding, released her side. The blood gleamed darkly from her palm, despite her form silhouetted against the candlelight flickering from the table behind her and, finding this a sign to move forward again, the doctor slipped towards her form and kneeled over, letting her pull the corset from her form and lifting the corner of her long sleeved undershirt so that he may look at the wound a little better.
He winced visibly as he eyes befell the hideous wound, dripping with slightly coagulated blood. It was definitely deep, and, judging by her slighty misshapen side, and the way she breathed short, shallow breaths… she had broken a number of her ribs. Inwardly though, he had to smile upon her bravery. Ever since she had come as a child… since she had overcome that sorrow of a lost companion she had spoken of, she had only grown stronger and, as he tended to her wounds, the woman standing still, not willing herself to cry even as tears brimmed in her eyes against the pain, he swallowed.
The blood was wiped from her body, stitches and a few herbs administered and, as the man stirred, standing again, Xander frowned, breathing deep and cringing as she brushed the heated glitter from her lower lashes. He explained to her about her ribs and bid her goodbye, heading off to work on a way to tend to the broken bones, leaving her alone again and, the captain, turned, slowly slipping past the seat she had once occupied to look out a small circular window cut into the wooded wall. Outside, a sky, crystal clear and full to the brim with magnificent stars greeted her eyes and, letting herself breath again.. Just a little easier, she smiled and let her memories sweep her away.

Yet now I find myself trapped within its beauty… like a million times before…

[2 Be A Monster]

Liam sat along the rail of his beloved ship Macaroni. He sighed, patting it absent-mindedly as his crew scrambled to prepare the ship for his ‘surprise’ inspection. They always did this whenever rumor had it Captain Conch, their loving nickname for him, was in a foul mood and needed to vent. They did his best to please him, always listening and preparing and working like the crew they knew they could be. The captain sighed again, his troubled look dashed upon the sea. Her beauty, the green blue water, clear and shining today had always captivated him, and today was no different. That cruel ocean… that dark terrible mistress… It was days like this that made him realize why stayed with the Navy. He loved his job, only after he realized how much power he had, and he loved the freedom he had to sail. The only draw back was the Admiral he had to report to on occasion, something he was going to have to do soon. Liam sighed once more, letting the sounds of his bustling crew wrap around him as he stood, stretching his long arms and unused muscles. His eye, scanned the deck, his crew seeing that the Captain was out of his daze and awake now to do as he pleased. Liam blinked, his good eye bothering him almost as his injured eye. The patch had moved over slightly, and a few strands of his hair were caught in the patch as well. He frowned, mumbling silently under his breath as he turned back to the sea to fix himself. He could the brats snickering, their vain Captain worrying his appearance when he already looked disheveled, and a bit off as well. Liam turned back around, frowning at the smiles on his crews faces. “What? What’s the joke that’s got you all in giggle fits like girls?” he asked, irritated. His crew pointed, a collective effort because of their laughter. Liam looked down at himself and frowned deeply, realizing that in his efforts to get his shipmates ready for inspection, he himself had forgotten to inspect himself. He had only worn his night clothes on deck. “Bloody Mary!” he yelled, running back into his room to change into his proper uniform.

[Sweet Somber Kitty]

To touch the face of the ocean...

Evelyn smiled softly as she felt the soft fingertips of the sun’s heated rays slice through the curtains slung over her windows, touching her velvet cheek and caressing her skin, chilled by the long cold night, warmly. She breathed deep, a soft sigh escaping her chest as she lifted her arms, body arching in a stretch, the bed sheets rippling beneath her form, hardly disturbed by her peaceful night’s sleep. A yawn, quiet as she gaped her mouth, soft, pink lips spread into a weary smile, breached her and, blinking away the remaining sleep from her eyes, she turned, her shoulder pressing into the mattress below her. Her short white hair played about her face, her bangs sweeping down against her forehead gingerly, brushed away by a slender hand as she forced herself upon her feet, shivering as her toes wrinkled against the iciness still riddling the floorboards. She laughed softly as herself, appearing as though she were almost dancing, swaying as she tried to balance on tiptoes, the ships gentle rocking shaking her body, making her stumble some as she pushed herself across the room, pausing as she came to a halt before the drawers set against the walls. A silent blink and she let out a brisk breath, seeing that her books, which she had stacked neatly upon the drawer top the night before, had toppled over and now remained as a crumpled mess upon the floor. She would have to clean that up first before anything. And so, with a shake of her head, she knelt down, harried footsteps from the hall outside drawing her attention to the door for a brief moment before she shrugged it off, silently admiring these sailors’ ability to get up so early.
She restacked the books, fitting them together neatly and laying them upon the floor, their spines faced towards her as they were pressed against the side of her dresser side and, making her way to her feet again, she fumbled through layers of clothes lining the drawers, pulling out a gown in pieces. First, she slid an ivory cream dress over her form, letting it fall smoothly about her figure, a second skirt pulled up over that. Third, and with only a small struggle, she tugged a black, billowing sleeved top over her body, letting it fall some past her waist, finishing off her outfit with a few embellishments an a gossamer veil which she swept back over her head, her green eyes brightening with the waking day.
She yawned, once more as she turned, spinning, her gown billowing smoothly about her body and, as she reached out, grasping the staff which had been leaned up against her bed post, she ceased her dancing, easing her way towards the door with a final glance about the room, eyes thoughtful as, with a simple nod, she pushed open the wooden door that separated her from the rest of those on board, making her way out into the hall and through the shadowed corridor onto the deck. She blinked rapidly as the bright light of morning overwhelmed her, no longer held back by a thin wall of curtains, but pouring upon her full, the salty spray, washing upon her from the sea tickling her face in an appealing manner, running through her hair and sweeping up the veil, making it ripple at the back of her head gently and drawing a smile over her lips. It was yet another beautiful morning as she had come to expect and, bidding a good day to each of the sailor’s she passed, her staff held at her side by a hand, partially hidden in her lengthy sleeve.
She licked her lips, relishing the taste of the air that touched her tongue and, stepping light over the deck, she made her way towards the head of the boat, to get a glimpse of the brightening horizon.

Would be like touching the face of a being so vast as the lord above!

[2 Be A Monster]

Liam rushed back, fixing his tie, badges, and eye patch but his crew had gone, dispersing before their Captain could come back and lecture them. They were about, but he could see they were doing work, enough so that he could beckon them back. Shaking his head, smiling at his own mistake, he looked up, seeing the priestess at the head of the ship. He walked up along the deck, letting his hand glide along the firm rail, as he got to the step that led to the bow of the ship. The horizon brightened as he looked out to it, not bothering the woman just yet. Some of his crew believed that women are bad luck to be on a ship, but she was a priestess so it canceled out. He chuckled softly, smiling more now as he remembered the fond memories of his friend, her own protest against that superstition…
Liam looked down at his friend, his growth spurt happening once more. He was just a bit taller than her, his eyes could see over her head nowadays, and it made for a very…unpleasant conversation. He whistled, folding his hands behind his head. “Hey, you believe that old wives tale?” he asked her out of the blue as they walked along the shore of Easing Way, skipping their lessons again for the second time that week. She scoffed and gave him a side glance. “Which one are you asking about? There’s a lot of those you know.” She pointed out, looking back along the path. He sighed, bringing his hands down. “The one about women being bad luck on a ship.” Liam told her, bracing himself for a lecture. She clenched her jaw, as if to not yell at him, but she sighed, turning to him and frowning. “Of course not! If I believed that tale I wouldn’t even bother with the sea. And besides, there are a lot of women sailing out there and they are doing just fine! Also… if women weren’t meant to sail the seas … why would I be given this love in the first place?” she said, the last part of her indignation ending in a question. He couldn’t answer, so the best he could do was shrug, not giving one. She frowned and pushed him away, calling him that dumb nickname he had adopted the day he met her…
Liam smiled, the memory faded, a sigh and a headache coming on. He looked up at the priestess, eyeing her pose. “You aren’t going to jump off and swim to the horizon are you?” he asked, talking to Evelyn finally. “You know that I’d get in trouble for that.” He said, reminding her of her travels.

[Sweet Somber Kitty]

To touch the face of the ocean...

Evelyn turned, a gentle voice ringing through her thoughts as she stared out of the vastness of the sea they rode so smoothly upon and, her eyes settling onto the form of their captain, she gave a swift and sweeping bow, her short hair mingling with the veil atop her head, falling smoothly off her shoulders, and resting upon her chest as she picked herself up again. Her iris‘, a soft sea green themselves, met Liam’s and, smiling a pure smile, she released a quiet bit of laughter, shaking her head in comic disagreement to his little joke. And, returning her attention to the ocean once more, letting herself be soothed by the constant rise and fall of the water, she spoke, words audible, even over the tranquil crashing of the waves against the side of their ship, the Macaroni. “Captain,” she mused, words thoughtful as she nearly lost herself in the spell of the mistress ocean. “I do not think I could will myself to do such a thing… no matter how strangely captivating it may appear.” She lifted a hand, as though to touch the water and lifted her opposite to the air as well, resting the bottom of the staff upon the boards at their feet, holding loosely to the top, fingers rested just below the cross shaped ornamentation, intertwined with vines of gold which stretch down the length of the staff. And she continued, speaking again in that familiar soft tone. “And I wouldn’t dare to get you into trouble… my town and my people owe you so much for accompanying me and protecting me across the sea… you’ve chased away the fear that once bore down on me… the first time I set foot upon the ocean. I was terrified, captain.” Her eyes gave a more serious glow now, as she lowered her hand, body twisting again so that she fully faced him once more. Such purity lingered in her movements, in the gaze she let fall upon the man now, even as she tried a small smile in his direction, eyes softening further.
“I do thank you Captain Liam,” She said, dipping her head to him, “I thank you very much…” The sea rippled below them, sloshing against the movement of the ship, churched by the vessel with glided over the waters so perfectly, a sweet and yet salty breeze washing over the deck now and again, stirring up Evelyn’s gown and causing it to billow about her some, slowly riding the breeze, licking against her legs in a comforting, close manner. She felt light, weightless and almost ethereal herself as she was swallowed by the winds, lifting her arms to welcome in the cool air completely, the gust stirring her hair, sending it flittering about her face gentle, her pale cheeks growing slightly pinked and her veil pressed against her back by the sweeping winds. However, this wave soon faded, and she let herself fall back into reality again, laughing lightly towards herself as she nodded to Liam before her again.
“Well,” she purred softly, her tone friendly. “One can just get lost in this vast expanse of limbo now couldn’t they?”

Would be like touching the face of a being so vast as the lord above!

We loved the sea, and it branded us with pain…

Xander lay, eyes cast upon the watery illumination that danced upon the roof of her canopy bed, reflecting brilliantly from the ocean that rocked them from outside, the ship swaying to an unknown rhythm in the sweltering morning light. Her bed sheets had been thrown from atop her, tossed to the ground where they now lay in a crumpled heap, her sleepless night of tossing and turning having landed it there now. Her side blazed in pain and, silently, she feared a coming infection, the sweat at her brow worrying her further as a feverish sense fell over her weakened body. She blinked, disregarding these fears as she took into account the heat of the day, and her exhaustion, merely brushing away her worries with a sour taste in her mouth as she made a motion as if to sit up, failing and collapsing upon the bed once more. She swallowed, groaning against her unsuccessful attempt and rolling upon her side. Her eyes flitted about the room, feeling somewhat ashamed at the lack of strength she often looked down upon and, as she reached up to brush some light colored hair from her face, she furrowed her brow, turning again and grunting as she slipped from atop the bed, landing with a heavy thud upon the wooden floor, teeth clenched against the hurt that flared within her, a shout caught painfully within her throat, brow furrowed against a burst of anger. So… this would be the start of her day? She coughed against the distaste, arms shakily pushing her up, , knees scooting up below her and feet pressing themselves upon the earth. She sighed deeply, using the bedposts to steady herself as she stood, swiftly stripping the nightgown from her form and dragging herself across the room. She hardly breathed as she leaned towards her drawers, ripping the dresser open and pulling a pair of pants and a leather corset from within it, adding a billowy sleeved top to the bunch and throwing them over herself lazily. She pulled a pair of long boots over her feet, sighing as they offered her arches some support, pulling them high over her ankles and up her leg a bit.
She turned, practicing a powerful stride as she struggled against the weight of the day upon her, holding her head high and careful to shallow her breaths further to ease the pain. She nodded, contented as she looked into a long, Victorian looking mirror she had hung over her desk pressed against a separate wall. She blinked towards her reflection, brushing aside a bunch of lengthy bangs and taking a moment to press back long locks of almost violet hair into a braid, reaching then for the rapier that rested in its sheath upon her desktop.
She hummed, clearing her throat as she strapped it against her waist, hands upon her hips as, again, she briefly admired herself and, swallowing down a curse, she slid from her quarters, making her way up the hall to the deck of the ship, back and up a flight of steps to where the large wheel of the boat could be seen, the ship under the control of one of her crew. The wind, running along their vehicle, strong against the sails, brushed past the captain’s form as she made her way slowly towards the wheel, motioning the other man off as she took up place behind it, grateful for the support it brought her. “Now..” she muttered to herself. “Where is my lake boy?”

Yet now I find myself trapped within its beauty… like a million times before…

((*appears posts and vanishes* CLASS!))