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 Posted: Thu Feb 08, 2007 7:28 pm
*Aeoess overheard the what the captain said about docking in France and about Destiny's promotion. She was a little afraid of going to France; she once stole a great amount of money from the royal family and was to be beheaded, but at that time she found a way to escape, mostly with luck on her side.
However the news of Destiny being promoted eased her mind a little, after all, Destiny was a good crew member, and a good friend, and she felt the she deserved the promotion. She then walked to Destiny as she felt a friend should and gave her a friendly hug (However she was careful enough to not spill the tea and biscuits.).*
"Congratulations on the promotion, my friend!"
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Posted: Fri Feb 09, 2007 12:09 am
France, been awhile since ive been there. I heard a song in french regarding a man swimming in his own self-indulgence, ha HA!
*he calls out to his men*
PERPARE SAILS, WE HEAD TO FRANCE!
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 10:28 am
Overhearing the conversation between the Captain and the other officers, he heard that they intended to sail for France.
Looking at Miss Destiny, he apoligized, "Excuse me for just a moment, ma'am."
Standing up, Baxter took a few steps over to where the officers were standing. "If I may sir, I know I am but a warrant officer on this ship. Putting into a French port will only result in us being chased by the English and the French. They have no better opinions of pirates and will see us as coming to attack their ports. The men are exhausted, many are wounded. Furthermore, we have nobody capable of commanding this ship. For the sake of the men, I think it best you decide to haul down the colors. Nobody here doubts your bravery, but sometimes the smartest course of action is to surrender and regroup. We've been running for days, and we aren't getting away. We've sailed too far out into open sea now, and when we alter course the Bocidea will have us anyway."
With his piece said, Baxter lowered his head and sighed. He then returned to Miss Destiny and proceeded to go about his work.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 2:58 pm
*The commotion of preparing the sails roused her from her slumber. She propped herself up and looked around. The sky was still dark, although not as much as it had been earlier. Violet hues lining the sky spoke of dawn's inevitable arrival.
Realizing that she had fallen asleep momentarily upon deck, she shook the sleep from her eyes and stood back up. She straightened out her clothing and tried to figure out what the situation was. She could see a few congratulating Miss Destiny. A few words floated her way, one of which was: "promotion". It seemed that in her slumber, the Captain had promoted her in some way. A small smile crossed her face as she knew Miss Destiny would certainly be up for any task the Captain now put to her.
Amidst all of this conversation and congratulation, she heard the Doctor speak up. A hand went to her throat once more as she listened to the Doctor bring such a morale breaker to the Captain's attention. She believed he was correct in his assessment of the situation. Jaden's eyes saddened a little as she heard him suggest surrender to the Bodicea but she had to agree. *
"If you please Captain, I believe he may have the better course of action. I would rather surrender to the English and the hangman's noose than the French with their guillotine." She swallowed hard, a nervous look in her eyes. She did not wish to speak out of turn but the idea did seem better for the crew.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 5:16 pm
Syn had been sitting still, listening to the entire conversation without adding in her own opinions. She was just the accountant, the purser, and knew little of strategy. Still, the ideas of surrender did not appeal to her in the slightest, especially considering the rant she had gone on a few minutes earlier. At Jaden's last statement regarding her preference, she turned an insane eye on the woman and burst into a bitter, morbid cackle that rang across the deck.
"Are ya sure about that? Guillotine's short. Sweet. Simple. But the English... ya hang and hang and hang and gurgle while ye life leaks outta yer lungs."
Another hoarse laugh could be heard.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 5:35 pm
*overhears the coversation*
Theres also that chance of the French military not attacking unless we do first. A situation like this could call for risky actions.
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Posted: Sun Feb 11, 2007 7:48 pm
Destiny sagged back aginst the railing as the Doctor worked on her wound.
She looked back at the Captain with gratitude in her eyes. " Thank you sir for this promotion. I will do my best not to let you down. As soon as the Doctor's done, I'll take Aeoess down to the galley, and we'll see about getting the meal ready.
Destiny wincesed as the Doctor pulled the bandage tight.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 5:06 am
*Jaden shot a shrewd eye over to Miss Beaumont but did not turn to face her. Her comment towards her was more of a mumble than a direct reply.*
"I'd still rather die by the English hand than by those stinkin' Frogs..." Jaden spoke low as she propped herself upon a barrel.
"... besides, we'd have better odds of surviving this situation if our heads were to remain attached."
*Hearing John's ever-so positive remark, she nearly had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. She wiped a wicked scowl which crossed face from view and looked at him, shaking her head.*
"Are you mad man? If you haven't noticed, British Navy or no, we are still (mainly) English. And who do the Frogs hate more than anyone right now? That's right, the English..." she leaned back onto the barrel once more. She closed her eyes and bit her lip before speaking once more.
"No sir, I do believe that if the French see us being followed by a British ship, they may indeed fire upon them but we, in turn, will become their next target."
*Jaden opened her eyes once more and scanned the waters out toward where the impending coastline should be. She simply tuned out the conversation after her comment and could feel a wetness to her face. She gently took her bandaged hand and wiped away the remnants of tears trailing down her flushed cheeks. She sat there, numb for a moment or two just staring out to where the coast would soon show itself. Within her eyes, a glint of fear could be seen as she rubbed her arms to warm up a little.
She dropped her head and closed her eyes as she awaited orders. While she didn't agree with what may soon happen, she would still do her duty. In her heart though, she found no ease in what would soon transpire.*
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 10:27 am
Well, while the British are being fired upon, we might be able to get away. It might be tricky to handle for a while on the water, but I believe that if we get far enough away, we could start to head towards the North Sea.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 12:27 pm
"You all are still forgetting the fact that the moment we tack and alter course, the Bodicea will have us anyway. The French are not our friends, nor the English." Reginald paused a moment.
"This isn't the place to be discussing this. The normal crew shouldn't see their officers indecisive, it kills morale like nothing else."
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 8:02 pm
"ENOUGH: SILENCE ON DECK!"*The bickering over his course of action was far too much to take. Was this really the crew that he hand-picked? Had his requirements laxed in his later years? They had thier reasoning, but at the same moment, it was so unheard of to have junior officers questioning their captain's decision. Pure insubordination, to say the least. Though they had a point: bringing the ship into a notoriously hostile forgein port was nearer to suicide than to that of logic. Might they fly a flag of truce whilst coming into Berth? Or perhaps... maybe it might work.* "Right. Mr. John, prepare to wear ship. Bear up and haul her wind.
Reef her topsails, clew up her mainsheets and then call the men to deck. We'll beat to stations in a quarter of an hour.
As for the rest of you: Gather all your personables.
Dress in your best shore-rig & tarpaulin hats and store all belongings into your sea-trunks. When the time comes, we shall likely be taken a prize by our Phantom.
They mean to take us a prize, thus they shant hang us outright.
They'll hold the lot of us until we reach their destination. At this point, they'll likely bring us into Spithead and thus onto Portsmouth.
There, all the Ladie's Able-Hands will likely be put to a quick trail.
Your choices are simple:
Quote: - Pleed for your life, Rot in prison for an unknown amount of months & Serve in his Britannic Magesties Royal Navy. - Be hung by the neck until dead and then have your corpse placed on display as a symobl of the kings true power... where it will then be eaten by the birds: pecked clean.
As for the Officers of the 'Lady Washington', you'll likely be placed in custody of Scotland Yard until your unforseen court-date arrives.
In which time, you'll be brought out of your blackhole of a cell given these choices:
Quote: - Testify & spill your blackguts to the Ministry when the time comes: Grovel at their feet and pleed for your immortal soul and hope to God Almighty that he shows mercy upon you... Mercy in the form of Impressment. - Rot in a prison-hulk for the rest of your days.
Above all this, there is my own fate: I shall be brought forth on charges of High Treason to the Crown, Insubordination & Mutiny, Piracy, Murder, Tried as a Libertine, Imbezzlement, Informant to His Magesties Enemies & Many more crimes of which I've been accused over the duration of my life; be they true or false.
No matter how I state my situation, I shall likely be hung or be placed between a rock and a hard place, otherwise known as the Tower of London.
The Crown wants my head and they'll have it if all goes their way.
Quote: - First I'll be placed under arrest in Spithead, taken to Portsmouth with the rest of you where we'll see my ship bought into service. - From there I shall be taken to the Admiralty at Whitehall under an armoured escort. They shall officially withdrawl me from the Navy Lists and strip me of my rank. They shall abuse me until my honour is no more and my pride sits battered in my throat. - I then shall be placed in their highest security prison, likely to be the Tower of London. There I shall be held under lock and key until they arrange for my Courts-Martial. They'll make it a long process too, so that my spirit may break and my body may weaken to the point where all the fight I still withhold shall be spent. Gone forever. - Once brought to Courts-Martial at Whitehall, I shall be denounced before the Royal Family and the First Lord's of all Military Branches. - Then I shall be taken to the High Courts to stand trial for my mopre public crimes. This is where I shall be sentenced to death. By what means I do not know.
Though what I do know is that you all shall be kept alive until long after I am dead, so as to know that all your services aboard this Ship and to it's Officers have been in vain...
So, go about your business: pack your things and dress in your best. Once you've seen to that, go about the ship and tidy as best you can. I want this deck holystoned and flogged dry by the time the 'Boadicea' takes us.
I will not attmept any show of force, but we shall strike to them in a civilized manner: I want my men in as good as a condition as any and sober enough so to deal with the challenges ahead. So, look alive and step to it."*Turning back to the charts, Jack rolls the parchment up and tucks it under his arm. The looking glass slipped back into his pocket, Jack strolls up to his proper place upon the Quarterdeck. Taking a pace about the deck he waits to see taht all shall go as he orders and then he would go down to his quarters to prepare for the moment when his ship would be taken from him...*
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 8:23 pm
"Cap'n! What do I do with all these inventions I have created? They are too many and lord knows I can't carry this heavy of a load. Besides I don't have much else I fancy besides these clothes and my sword."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 8:51 pm
"Scuttle them, Mr. Quasan. Dump them over the side so as to keep your patents safe from prying eyes. I too much see that certain items are done away with."
*Turning from his midshipman, Jack went below: his hands clasped behind his back.*
(|Continued in his Private Quarters|)
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 9:48 pm
Reginald kneeled onto his haunches and cradled his head into his hands. "And so it ends," he whispered quietly to himself.
Dr. Baxter then went below to his cabin to tend to last minute details.
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Time-Spanned Soul Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 10:52 pm
*Hearing the Captain's orders and all that was soon to follow she dropped her head and once more tears cascaded down her cheeks. It was one thing to say she'd rather die by the English hand but the actual possibility it would happen, however, was another matter.
She picked herself up from the barrel and once more wiped her face of any noticeable dampness before heading below to her bunk. Jaden looked at all the ship's crew that continued to tend to the sails and cleaning the deck. She had not been with the crew long, but she couldn't help but feel as if she had been with them for years. She smiled slightly as she turned to see to her things below deck.*
<< Continued in Jaden's Bunk >>
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