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Captain Kneric Garland stood at the bow of his ship the Iconoclast, his short silvery hair blowing in the slight easterly wind. His eyes scanned the horizon but saw nothing but the open sea as far as his vision would allow him to look. He was on a mission, but this mission wasn't going to go anywhere if they didn't reach their destination. "Nexous!" he called back to his trusty navigator, "exactly how far might we be from Solina Island?"

Username:flightless angel10
Character name:Sara Wright
Age:18
Crew Position:General Member
Personality:Usually quiet, but can be loud when she needs to be or when angered, mercyless when fighting, often sad looking
Height:5'0"
Weight:100
Appearance:I will draw it, so coming soon
Bio:Sara grew up working in her foster parents Inn. They were kinda nice, but always working and making her work. She wanted to become a pirate because her biological father had told her wonderful stories when she was young. And when chance came she took it.

(Oop >_O sorry flightless angel, the cook position is already taken, theres just not a profile yet because the person playing cook switched at my request, but you are welcome to still be on the crew as a general member. )

Continuing to peer out into the vastness of the sea, Kneric began to lose himself among the waves. Snapping back to reality after a few moments of gazing, he pulled out a picture of a young girl. Alana Riona. This was their target. Hopefully her father, the mayor of Solina Island, would be willing to pay handsomely for the safe return of his daughter. Placing the picture gently back into his pocket, he turned and began to walk toward his quarters. "I'll be below deck" he notified his crew, "Let me know if anything comes up, or the island comes into view."

((Better?))

((Will do WOOT!!!))

"When the island comes into view I'll notify you that pigs are flying, you can be sure of that." Nex said, grumpy and hungry was not the way to go about talking to your captain. Nex could have been doing a number of other things right now, for one, she could be mapping these waters but she turned that down with a 'I'll do it later', or she could actually be doing something about her hunger. But of course that would require her finding the cook, something she didn't want to have to do. The cook should have a food time schedule or something and then bring the food to her. Yeah, that would be perfect...

Aly gave a languid stretch as he walked into his 'work station' and gave the counter a customary dusting, whistling off key to a common ditty. "ho ho and a bottle of rum!" He removed his chain and bent, using the key hanging from it to open a small cupboard hidden on the floor board. Inside was a medium sized book, dogeared from many years of use. It was his most prized possession and contained many secrets, including the surefire way to make soufflé that just melted in the mouth...it was his fabled cookbook.

"Mornin is a hastenin' and the best excuse for mutiny is always a hungry crew," He joked to himself, reaching for his custom made, extra, extra lareg frying pan. A basket of eggs, two dead fowls and half a bushel of rising dough later, he began putting the finishing touches on the breakfast spread.
Alright then, the stampede will begin in three...two... one...
"Alright yer swine cobs! Grab yer grub while yer still cain an I ain't askin a second time."

Hearing the meal call, Kneric rose swiftly from his bed, where he had laid pondering exactly how this upcoming kidnapping would be carried out. He temporarily pushed all of those thoughts to the back of his head though as he hurried toward the voice of Aly. They wouldn't arrive at the island for quite some time, and he certainly wasn't above sitting down and enjoying a good meal with the rest of his crew. He considered them all family, no matter how he acted in front of them.