RETURNING TO THE DEMENTIA
Meemo
Jamie's gaze tore from the sandy shore that they had approuched as she watched the Captain stroll over to a shady tree to retrieve her coat and hat. Orders had been issued and several crewmen worked at loadign the small boats so as they would be ready to depart towards the Dementia. The short tanning woman stared at the magnificent ship for a moment, a smile playing at her full lips. Surely her mind was set upon a few things. One of which included raising herself in rank.
So far she hadn't had it to bad as a deckhand. Yet, glancing about at the men around her she couldn't see why she was to be level witht hem. She had proved herself in battle and in brains within the temple. Her sky blue eyes locked on the Captain and Rachel. Her small hand squeezed Nicolas' for a short second, her form turning so as to give the male a wink.
The gypsy woman made her way gracefully in the direction of the captain, slipping around Rachel with ease. Her voice surfaced in almost a purr. " Impressive Captain. I'd say you handled our temple situation wonderfully. From what I've seen on other ships your the only Captain I know whom would have been able to get her whole crew off of the island alive. " She rose a brow upon spotting the parrot.
"Another animal then? It seems we are starting a collection. " Jamie found the thought amusing and offered a smile to the woman before her, resting her hands on her hips, boots jingling from the coins within them. The young woman took the slight pause as an opportunity to blow a strand of her hair from her face and then fix it behind her ear with her dainty hand. It was not unlike her to randomly strike a conversation. Yet, for it to be with the captain was another manner. Especially if it was meant to somehow lead into the topic of promotions.
So far she hadn't had it to bad as a deckhand. Yet, glancing about at the men around her she couldn't see why she was to be level witht hem. She had proved herself in battle and in brains within the temple. Her sky blue eyes locked on the Captain and Rachel. Her small hand squeezed Nicolas' for a short second, her form turning so as to give the male a wink.
The gypsy woman made her way gracefully in the direction of the captain, slipping around Rachel with ease. Her voice surfaced in almost a purr. " Impressive Captain. I'd say you handled our temple situation wonderfully. From what I've seen on other ships your the only Captain I know whom would have been able to get her whole crew off of the island alive. " She rose a brow upon spotting the parrot.
"Another animal then? It seems we are starting a collection. " Jamie found the thought amusing and offered a smile to the woman before her, resting her hands on her hips, boots jingling from the coins within them. The young woman took the slight pause as an opportunity to blow a strand of her hair from her face and then fix it behind her ear with her dainty hand. It was not unlike her to randomly strike a conversation. Yet, for it to be with the captain was another manner. Especially if it was meant to somehow lead into the topic of promotions.
Amsterdam
Katherine shifted uncomfortably as her master-at-arms came to inspect her burden. The parrot squawked unhelpfully from her hat. "Neither. Mr... Cloudsnuggle McTastyribbon the III here is a gift for Daria."
The Captain averted her eyes and tried not to hear the mockery she was sure to come. She was suprised when a dark haired wench came up and did quite the opposite, flattering Katherine within an inch of her life. She was quite bewildered as to what the girl was trying to do, few had the courage to talk to the Captain personally out of a fear that madness was catching.
Still, flattery was flattery. Katherine preened more proudly than her parrot. "I couldn't have done it without my loyal crew. With you at my side how could I go wrong?" she said with a wink. "Perhaps I should have you at my side more often."
Katherine then turned and strode towards the waiting boats, eager to return to the Dementia. When she was safely seated in one she gave the order to cast off, leaving the other boat waiting for the remaining crew.
The Captain averted her eyes and tried not to hear the mockery she was sure to come. She was suprised when a dark haired wench came up and did quite the opposite, flattering Katherine within an inch of her life. She was quite bewildered as to what the girl was trying to do, few had the courage to talk to the Captain personally out of a fear that madness was catching.
Still, flattery was flattery. Katherine preened more proudly than her parrot. "I couldn't have done it without my loyal crew. With you at my side how could I go wrong?" she said with a wink. "Perhaps I should have you at my side more often."
Katherine then turned and strode towards the waiting boats, eager to return to the Dementia. When she was safely seated in one she gave the order to cast off, leaving the other boat waiting for the remaining crew.
Kieko
Coming up quickly behind Jamie was a somewhat disheartened Nicolas. Like Jaime, he had great dreams of raising his rank and eventually becoming a Captain, but with only a few gold dubloons in his boots and the distrust and frustration of both the captain and many of her commanding officers, this seemed little to possible. Feeling a tight squeeze of his hand from Jamie, the elf smirked in return. The comfort and passion given from the short, gypsy woman was what he valued the most on the Dementia, dispite the fact he never told her.
When Jamie left his side and joined both the captain and Rachel, Nicolas was left somewhat confused. With the beginning of a conversation and certain glint to Jamie's eyes, the elf couldn't help but shake his head and release a gruff laugh. The woman was surely determined to raise her rank, even if it meant she'd need to lower herself to their level temporarily. The words of Katherine following Jamie's praise was quite surprising! Perhaps I should have you at my side more often, replayed in Nicolas' head multiple times over, until he found himself staring at the group of three woman with his jaw dropped. Had Jamie so easily attracted the captain's attention?
Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, the male made his way onto one of the small boats, just as eager as the captain to return to the Dementia.
When Jamie left his side and joined both the captain and Rachel, Nicolas was left somewhat confused. With the beginning of a conversation and certain glint to Jamie's eyes, the elf couldn't help but shake his head and release a gruff laugh. The woman was surely determined to raise her rank, even if it meant she'd need to lower herself to their level temporarily. The words of Katherine following Jamie's praise was quite surprising! Perhaps I should have you at my side more often, replayed in Nicolas' head multiple times over, until he found himself staring at the group of three woman with his jaw dropped. Had Jamie so easily attracted the captain's attention?
Shaking his head and rolling his eyes, the male made his way onto one of the small boats, just as eager as the captain to return to the Dementia.
Amsterdam
The gypsy woman's offer danced in Katherine's head all the way back to the Dementia, visions of that barely-concealed figure causing her to stumble rather ungracefully as she arrived on deck.
Recovering unsteadily, Katherine gripped the railing with one hand and tried to look commanding, a difficult task when one was cradling an injured parrot in their hat. To her disappoint (and relief) few crewmen were on deck at that time, so the return of the supply party went unnoticed.
The sun had set sometime between leaving the jungle and clambering aboard the Dementia, so the Captain irritably gave the orders to leave at dawn, retiring to her cabin to see about having a decent wash.
Recovering unsteadily, Katherine gripped the railing with one hand and tried to look commanding, a difficult task when one was cradling an injured parrot in their hat. To her disappoint (and relief) few crewmen were on deck at that time, so the return of the supply party went unnoticed.
The sun had set sometime between leaving the jungle and clambering aboard the Dementia, so the Captain irritably gave the orders to leave at dawn, retiring to her cabin to see about having a decent wash.
Meemo
The boat she and a few other crewmen had been rowing pulle dup alongside the Dementia just as the Captain and Rachel were slipping aboard. Jamie wasted no time in helping secured the rowboat, for she was eager to rest on the familiar deck of the ship. Sure, the island had been slightly exciting, but she was glad to be back at sea. Without hesitation the curvacious woman hopped over the railings and landed gracefully on the deck, high heels clicking as she moved, adjusting herself tot he soft roll of the ship in the waves.
Her dainty hands lowered to dust off the skirt that had flown upwards during her decent and she then turned, determined to find something suitable to quench her thirst. Water would be exceptable, yet rum sounded so much sweeter. Jamie's hips swayed with her new found confidence as she made her way across the deck. The young woman found herself pausing as she glanced back, eyes scanning the deck for the pointed eared male that she was starting to grow used to being at her side.
Jamie gasped at the thought and turned, continuing further onto the ship in search of rum. No, she didn't need him with her at all times. she culdn't allow herself to miss or need him near. The gypsy's eyes narrowed on the deck at her feet as she walked quickly in the direction of her cabin. Surely, she had some rum stowed away in there.
Ms. Gallows forced herself to think of other matters besides Nicolas Morgan. She set her mind on the Captain and her new goal to help herself and perhaps Nicolas get promoted. Damned. There he was again. The woman hissed as she spun the silver ring around her ring finger in annoyance. Her stride was long for her short body type as she turned down a passageway heading in the direction of her assigned cot. She certainly needed a drink.
Her dainty hands lowered to dust off the skirt that had flown upwards during her decent and she then turned, determined to find something suitable to quench her thirst. Water would be exceptable, yet rum sounded so much sweeter. Jamie's hips swayed with her new found confidence as she made her way across the deck. The young woman found herself pausing as she glanced back, eyes scanning the deck for the pointed eared male that she was starting to grow used to being at her side.
Jamie gasped at the thought and turned, continuing further onto the ship in search of rum. No, she didn't need him with her at all times. she culdn't allow herself to miss or need him near. The gypsy's eyes narrowed on the deck at her feet as she walked quickly in the direction of her cabin. Surely, she had some rum stowed away in there.
Ms. Gallows forced herself to think of other matters besides Nicolas Morgan. She set her mind on the Captain and her new goal to help herself and perhaps Nicolas get promoted. Damned. There he was again. The woman hissed as she spun the silver ring around her ring finger in annoyance. Her stride was long for her short body type as she turned down a passageway heading in the direction of her assigned cot. She certainly needed a drink.
Kieko
Nicolas could feel his own stomach churning as his dearest Jamie conversed so longingly with the captain. It was surprising for the male to feel so turned off from the two women teasing one another, but he had his obvious reasons to feel in that manner. Crossing his arms and ignoring the whole conversation, he hoped their ship could dock soon enough. Although he did not miss the crew, it would be much easier to relieve his mind of Jamie when there were more women on deck. The thought of Aurora appeared in his mind and he shook his head with a laugh. That was one wench he wouldn't ever lay his hands upon.
Busy with thoughts of the other women on the ship, Nicolas nearly didn't notice when his familiar deckhand took a seat beside him. Her words burned within his mind and every inch of his body was screaming with fury. From within clenched teeth, the man responded, having a very difficult time to keep his cool, "..You're very correct.. Interesting indeed.." Acting or not, it was a painful site to see the woman he had so longed for plan for an intimate night with someone else. Multiple instances before, the elf himself had planned to spend the night in another ladies chambers, but within his heart he knew it did not beat for them. Looking to Jamie, he was not quite sure.
A paled face, lightly burnt from the sun kept itself facing the waters as the rowed back to the Dementia. Dispite Jamie's words, the male spoke his cent worth and then remained silent. He was doing an awful job of hiding his emotions, but he hoped Jamie would speak nothing of it. It would not help his pride to have his lady of choice say something now.
It was a short boat ride, but seemed long enough to get a few thoughts floating within the male's mind. Once they had reached the ship, he quickly climbed aboard and stretched out. Sapphire eyes watched as Jamie Gallows left his side and began in the direction of her own chambers. With an annoyed expression, the male turned in the opposite direction and towards an edge of the large ship. It seemed Nicolas' plans were not going so according to plan. Had his choices as a child come to hinder his future, or would they eventually pay off? Resting an elbo on the railing and his delicate cheek on his hand, the male thought quietly to himself. The rank of a deckland was beginning to humble him.
Busy with thoughts of the other women on the ship, Nicolas nearly didn't notice when his familiar deckhand took a seat beside him. Her words burned within his mind and every inch of his body was screaming with fury. From within clenched teeth, the man responded, having a very difficult time to keep his cool, "..You're very correct.. Interesting indeed.." Acting or not, it was a painful site to see the woman he had so longed for plan for an intimate night with someone else. Multiple instances before, the elf himself had planned to spend the night in another ladies chambers, but within his heart he knew it did not beat for them. Looking to Jamie, he was not quite sure.
A paled face, lightly burnt from the sun kept itself facing the waters as the rowed back to the Dementia. Dispite Jamie's words, the male spoke his cent worth and then remained silent. He was doing an awful job of hiding his emotions, but he hoped Jamie would speak nothing of it. It would not help his pride to have his lady of choice say something now.
It was a short boat ride, but seemed long enough to get a few thoughts floating within the male's mind. Once they had reached the ship, he quickly climbed aboard and stretched out. Sapphire eyes watched as Jamie Gallows left his side and began in the direction of her own chambers. With an annoyed expression, the male turned in the opposite direction and towards an edge of the large ship. It seemed Nicolas' plans were not going so according to plan. Had his choices as a child come to hinder his future, or would they eventually pay off? Resting an elbo on the railing and his delicate cheek on his hand, the male thought quietly to himself. The rank of a deckland was beginning to humble him.
Meemo
Jamie's stride slowed as she grew farther apart from the rest of the crew. Her gaze fell out on the open sea and she stopped, letting out a deep sigh. The sea. It was her freedom, and also, at one time, her enemy. The young woman remained in the middle of the walkway, facing the railings that seperated her from the open waters. Memories began to flood her as she instantly forgot about returning to her cabin. Subconciously she began to twirl the ring on her finger once more. So much had changed since she had left her home.
It was not only the way she lived, but it was her. She had changed. That was obvious from the things that she had done. A shiver ran down the woman's spine as she recounted her cowardice act and the look in the male's eyes as he had realised what she had done. Jamie lowered her head, bangs sheilding her eyes from view.
What was she getting herself into now? Surely she enjoyed this new male's company, but nothing more. It couldn't be anything more. It wouldn't. With a few small steps, Jamie made it to the railings and layed her head down, resting it on her arms as she leaned on it. The sound of the ocean against the side of the ship produced goosebumps across her skin before she narrowed her eyes and growled.
What was she doing? The past was not something to dwell on. Sharply, the young gypsy blew air between her lips in an exasperated manner. It seemed as though being a pirate was more demanding on her emotional self than she had originally thought. Barriers were being built though. And that would be the difference between success and failure.
It was not only the way she lived, but it was her. She had changed. That was obvious from the things that she had done. A shiver ran down the woman's spine as she recounted her cowardice act and the look in the male's eyes as he had realised what she had done. Jamie lowered her head, bangs sheilding her eyes from view.
What was she getting herself into now? Surely she enjoyed this new male's company, but nothing more. It couldn't be anything more. It wouldn't. With a few small steps, Jamie made it to the railings and layed her head down, resting it on her arms as she leaned on it. The sound of the ocean against the side of the ship produced goosebumps across her skin before she narrowed her eyes and growled.
What was she doing? The past was not something to dwell on. Sharply, the young gypsy blew air between her lips in an exasperated manner. It seemed as though being a pirate was more demanding on her emotional self than she had originally thought. Barriers were being built though. And that would be the difference between success and failure.
Kieko
Nicolas kept himself firmly planted against the railing, eyes shut and mind wandering from one issue to another. Constantly, the man was seen clenching his fists or adjusting his feet. The memories of his past did more than haunt him, they seemed to plague both his mind and concious, leaving him in a more foul mood than he usual was in.
With a flip of his lightening hair, he released a grumble at the thought of his youngest sister. When she had left their familys ship, he watched her as he sailed away, but never truly knew of what happened to her. It was very possible, though unlikely, that she might survive. Dread filled the male at the thought of meeting Raine once again. He smirked slightly at the thought, imagining fighting the poorly trained woman in combat. Would she be just as awkward on her feet or would she have learned something over the years? If it was one thing Nicolas was able to pride himself in, it would have certainly been his swordsmanship. His father had been a great captain and had taught him all he knew. His fathers sudden downfall, however, was no surprise to Nicolas. Fists clenched, the elf pulled himself from the rail and turned to face the ship, an evil expression on his face.
When his pale colored eyes scanned the ship, they caught site of a delicate form in opaque leggings. Jamie had not returned to her chamber it appeared. Nearly as soon as his face had produced the awful grimace, it had vanished. Looking towards the woman with slight concern, Nicolas wondered what it was that caused her to seem so distant suddenly. The two were not an item and would most definately never settle down like the typical wife and husband, but the elf had known there was something that would kindle between the two, dispite their awful differences.
With a flip of his lightening hair, he released a grumble at the thought of his youngest sister. When she had left their familys ship, he watched her as he sailed away, but never truly knew of what happened to her. It was very possible, though unlikely, that she might survive. Dread filled the male at the thought of meeting Raine once again. He smirked slightly at the thought, imagining fighting the poorly trained woman in combat. Would she be just as awkward on her feet or would she have learned something over the years? If it was one thing Nicolas was able to pride himself in, it would have certainly been his swordsmanship. His father had been a great captain and had taught him all he knew. His fathers sudden downfall, however, was no surprise to Nicolas. Fists clenched, the elf pulled himself from the rail and turned to face the ship, an evil expression on his face.
When his pale colored eyes scanned the ship, they caught site of a delicate form in opaque leggings. Jamie had not returned to her chamber it appeared. Nearly as soon as his face had produced the awful grimace, it had vanished. Looking towards the woman with slight concern, Nicolas wondered what it was that caused her to seem so distant suddenly. The two were not an item and would most definately never settle down like the typical wife and husband, but the elf had known there was something that would kindle between the two, dispite their awful differences.
Meemo
The darkness had consumed her then. The barrel that brought her torture and much pleasure to the crew that had done it to her. She had deserved it though. She knew she had. The small woman stared down at the waves that lapped the belly of the Dementia. She could picture herself within the waves and what had happened not so long ago. The act that had caused her to hate the darkness so much.Her sky blue eyes blinked as she shook her head and stood upright. Surely there were other things to think of to help keep her mind off such things.
Jamie glanced about the ship, trying to find that something to keep her mind from the past. It seemed everyone had their own painful story upon a pirate ship. Perhaps in order to be a pirate something had to happen to you to harden the heart and soal. Otherwise what kind of pirate would you be? Jamie's gaze caught Nicolas's and she caught her breath. He was not the one thing that would help her mind from wandering.
The woman then turned shaprly on her heels, her red skirt fluttering upwards as she spun. She made her way in the direction of her cabin once more. A drink was sounding better and better. Rum was the one thing that helped her from remembering. Rum and sleep.
Jamie glanced about the ship, trying to find that something to keep her mind from the past. It seemed everyone had their own painful story upon a pirate ship. Perhaps in order to be a pirate something had to happen to you to harden the heart and soal. Otherwise what kind of pirate would you be? Jamie's gaze caught Nicolas's and she caught her breath. He was not the one thing that would help her mind from wandering.
The woman then turned shaprly on her heels, her red skirt fluttering upwards as she spun. She made her way in the direction of her cabin once more. A drink was sounding better and better. Rum was the one thing that helped her from remembering. Rum and sleep.
