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 Posted: Sat Mar 04, 2006 11:05 pm
+ FIRST BATTLE + Kieko Nicolas quickly followed after the group of his crew mates, boarding the second ship. With his long sabor in hand, he grinned, eager for a chance to exercise his combat. It had been quite awhile since his last battle and he felt wonderful, even just within the atmosphere.
Landing upon the deck with a loud thud, he jumped within the midst of battle. His right hand swung madly at first, but after a bit it seemed to have some sort of rhythm and pattern to his slashes and stabbing motions. He aimed to drop as many men as he could fight, sparing the women's lives, although he could not avoid smacking many of them to the ground.
The other crew members fought boldly around Nicolas, some close enough he could hear their rough breathing as they made their way through the enemies. Nicolas, however, could not pay them any mind for his mind was lost now, focused on the carnage before him. The sight of blood caused a wicked smirk to appear on his face and as he continued, it seemed the man was entirely gone.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 10:09 am
The Sixth of March,
In the Year of Our Lord 1606,
Journal,
Ai, I'd have to say me first battle on Dementia was far better than I expected! The crew isn't as much a bunch of wankers as they seem! The lass Jamie is quite a fighter as well. Incredibly arousing interesting watching all of the women-crew fight like they did!
Earned 3 dubloons as well, which is not much, but better than nothing.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 10:14 am
+ MEETING OF JAMIE GALLOWS + Meemo Jamie narrowed her blue eyes as she glanced about the tavern as she entered. Her hands rested on her curvatious hips for a moment before she made her way towards the counter. Her gaze flicked towards Fawkes, though only for a flash of a second. She settled herself into a cushioned stool and crossed her legs, resting her elbow on the counter as her chin fit into the palm of her dainty hand. She looked to the ruma nd ale behind the counter, eyeing the barman before speaking.
" A pint.." She finally requested to the bartender, pointing to the barrel of rum nearby. " ..If it's not to much trouble, hun. " She added, turning her charm on automatically, winking to the man. Kieko Nicolas had been feeling quite more like himself since the battle. The site of bodies falling from his blade caused him to grin more like a mad man, than he would have liked. The memory was already becoming a fond one, however, and soon he needed to pry himself from the thought. Shaking his head and running a gloved hand through his hair, he smirked.
A pair of long legs soon caught his attention and his eyes travelled up to view Jamie, one of the more attractive females on the ship. Nicolas had made a point to keep seclusive on the ship, but taking in the site of her short skirt and tight bodice, he decided she would be worthy of him breaking his mental promise. His sly grin remained on his face as he followed her into the pub and took a seat a stool away from her.
Looking forward, he ordered himself a drink and remained silent. Meemo Jamie caught sight of the man as he sat a stool away from her. She smiled inwardly and held her pint of rum with both hands on the counter. She felt his eyes on her and mentally told herself that the show had begun. With that she straightened, arching her back slightly to show her thin figure, lifted breasts and the legging straps leading under her skirt. She didn't look at him yet, but merely dipped a dainty finger into the foam of her drink. She took it out and examined the foam before placing her finger into her mouth slowly, licking the bubbles off of her finger.
Now she looked to him from a sideways glance, tilting her head a bit to view Nicolas. Her light blue eyes shone brightly against her dark lashes. A sly smile spread across her full lips and she looked away, lowering her finger to scoop more bubbles. Kieko Nicolas' smile only grew as he noticed the woman's behavior. Grabbing his pitcher of rum, he quickly tipped the glass into his eager mouth. Unlike other's the man's cheeks remained their normal hue. It would take Nicolas quite a bit of alcohol to truly impair him or add color to his cheeks. Leaning onto the counter, he smirked and set down his glass. With this woman he would not need to hide his gaze. She seemed eager to snatch it up and he would give it to her.
Recollecting the fond memory of the battle, he remembered seeing her on the opposing ship, fighting much more brutally than one would guess when looking upon her. Amused by how much she put into the battle, the male scooted onto the closer stool and spoke clearly, with a suave tone, "What's a beautiful lass like yourself doing in a filthy bar like this?" Meemo Jamie took a moment to reply, making sure to clean her finger of the bubbles thouroughly with her tongue. Her dark line eyes looked to the male as he scooted forward. she recognized him now as the new male on the ship. She hadn't caught his name, but she did remember his face. She smiled in return and lifted her drink to her lips, taking a swig before placing it down on the counter.
" I may be beautiful ont he outside. " She admitted. " But I think I'm pretty much at home in here. " She replied. His cool tone caused her to shiver slightly. This was new. Usually the men int he bars all had the same scratchy, mumbling voice. He was different and she now was slightly grateful he was a part of her crew.
" You fought well, Mr. - ?" She asked, brushing her bangs from her eyes. She made a mental note to fix her braid when she got back to her cabin. It was most likely a mess due to the battle. She didnt let it bring her confidence down though as she continued to eye the male next to her. Kieko It amused Nicolas to see how the woman, although admitingly masculine, continued to sip her drink, much like he would expect a lass to do. Her suggestive nature, although intriging, was not enough for him to leave his calm, collected state and fall for her instantly. He had seen many women in his days and had done far more than speak with most of them. Jamie's antics were not entirely new to him. What he did find unique about her, however, was how to-herself she seemed to be.
"At home here?" Nicolas asked, looking around at the many drunkards surrounding them. Even for himself, this bar was not high quality or especially interesting. Shaking his head, he leaned back comfortably and crossed his arms, "You must be mistaken, lass. You are far more than you give yourself credit for." An adorable wink was sent in her direction before he continued to speak, finally introducing himself. "Morgan. Nicolas Morgan..." His charm was more visible than it had been before, as he watched her and continued to smile dashingly. "And what may I call you?" Meemo Jamie glanced to Nicolas sideways as he spoke of she not giving herself enough credit. Bah. What did he know. Sure. Perhaps she wasn't at home in a bar, it was the streets that were her home. That was the past though. She was making herself a new home. She wasn't the same gyspy whom simply danced and did as he mother told her for coins. No, she was a hybrid now. Part gypsy; part pirate.
Nicolas proceeded to wink at her, turning on a bit of charm. Jamie had to admit it was attractive, yet she was a bit of a sucker for a classy man. She got the usual winks and howls daily. But it was alsways nice to get on from a man like Nicolas, not to straightforward, but enough to show her what he was interested in.
"Nicolas Morgan? " She repeated with a nod, downing the rest of her pint before shoving it towards the bartender for a refill. He asked for her name in return and she waited for her pint to be filled once more. She pulled the large mug towards her, lowering her face to sucked some of the bubbles from the top so as it wouldn't overflow to much. " Gallows, " She finally responded, looking to Nicolas with her light blue eyes and a sly smile. " Jamie Gallows. " Kieko Nicolas continued to admire Jamie as he awaited her response. Her hair fell like silk onto her shoulder, held together in its tight braid. He wondered how she would appear if she allowed her hair to fall out, unheld by the small tie that kept it all together. With a chuckle, he wondered why his thoughts had drifted onto something so meaningless. As meaningless as it was, however, he was certain the woman would appear even more beautiful with her hair down. Something about the tie, being restricted, seemed to reflect onto her personality. Jamie gave off a sort of "trapped" feel.
The glance she gave him as she spoke her name nearly sent shivers down the male's back. Before he could say anything else, however, he noticed a group of pirates suddenly dart from the bar. Standing suddenly to catch a better glimpse, he noticed they belonged on the same ship both Nicolas and Jamie did. Turning his gaze back onto the woman, he motioned towards the bar door, "It looks like they'll be returning to sea, lass. We best hurry off, as I doubt they'll be waiting for the likes of us..." As important as the crew may have been, it seemed they were never important enough to wait around before setting sail. It would have been in their best interest to leave as soon as possible. Meemo Jamie gave a sigh as she watched the other men dart from the tavern. She grumbled, not wanting to have to leave so soon. The young woman pulled herself together though and smiled to Nicolas, hoping off her stool, heels clicking ont he floor. " I suppose you are right, Mister Morgan. "
The curved female then began to walk ahead, attempting to chug the rest of her second pint of as she walked. Her hips swayed as she lazily made her way towards the door, her free hand resting on her thin waist. slamming the mug onto the last table she walked past Jamie turned around to view Nicolas. " You coming, hun?" She asked, opening the door slowly. " As you said, they won't want to wait long. " Her voice was low and inviting, smile beckoning him to follow. Kieko Like the female had done, Nicolas quickly downed the last of his drink and began after her. For a moment when he had heard the fleeing pirates, he had lost his cool, but now as he left with the female, he seemed collected again. It was not often that someone caught the male dazzed, confused or even just slightly uncollected. Being new to The Dementia, however, had him slightly nervous to be left behind. No plans of his could be fully carried out if he did not remain with a strong crew until the perfect time came.
"Of course," He said smoothly, taking the open door from the woman to allow her to leave before him, "Ladies first..." Nicolas continued to smirk, giving him an even more adorable appearance. Once Jamie stepped out, he was planning to follow and once they were both outside, he hoped they could return to the ship at once. The thought of another attack caused his grin to widen and his hands to clench in longing.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 10:16 am
The Eleventh of March,
In the Year of Our Lord 1606,
Journal,
Although we weren't on land for very long, it did seem to be enough time to spark some sort of chemical between the same beautiful young woman I was watching during battle. Jamie Gallows seems certainly interested in something more than just conversation.
Not that our conversation was bad.
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 10:21 am
+ SECOND BATTLE + Meemo " Come Nicolas, they're leaving us!" Jamie called back to the male as she hopped onto the deck. her sky blue eyes closed as she steadied herself on a nearby railing, allowing her body weight to rest against it. She then proceded to fluff her small skirt and adjust her footing beneath her. She was not new to rum, yet she was new to rum on a rocking ship.
Recollecting herself she then smiled towards Nicolas's direction, her braid in her hands as she layed stray hair flat. Yes, she would need to redo the braid when she returned to her cabin. The young woman simply hated it to look even a bit messy. Constantly, she had to look her best in every way possible. " See, you didn't have to worry. They're still here, love." Kieko Nicolas had no trouble making his way onto the tall ship. Having grown and lived many of his first years of life on a ship, the man usually knew what he was doing. Once he was close enough to Jamie, he tipped his head and continued onto the deck of the ship. He longed to continue their conversation, but could not make himself come off as being too available. His other longings he dare not even silently muse with fear of bothering himself and losing all control he had been building during their conversation.
Jamie was a beautiful lass and she knew it far better than anyone else. The way she walked, hand placed on her hips, she knew she had more to offer than many of the other women on the ship. Nicolas was actually surprised at how many beautiful women there were on the ship. He remembered choosing this ship solely because of its build and amount of canons. It seemed to be the perfect ship for battle and what he needed now, more than ever, was a great deal of dubloons. What a surprise it was when he realised he also chose a woman run ship with some of the most attractive looking ladies on the sea! Meemo Jamie's light eyes followed Nicolas as he walked away and she shook her head with a shrug. She didn't mind. The chat with him was enough to keep her occupied for the time being and now she turned, heading in the opposite direction of the attractive male. She continued to stroke her long braid, making her way towards her own cabin.
Nicolas seemed like a calm and collected pirate. He had much going on in his head. Jamie could see that much. What with his smooth entry to the tavern, sitting a stool away from her. He was a direct man, whom knew what he wanted. But obviously he had other plans, for he went on his way as soon as they were on deck. Kieko Nicolas turned his head in time to see the woman leave and he couldn't help but release a calm sigh. As much as he hated her to go, he loved to watch her leave. The slight shake of her hips as she walked caused the male to contently watch until she was no longer within his line of view. Had she said something of dancing for the thought of a younger Jamie dancing was not a difficult thing to imagine with her long, beautiful legs and her curvacious form.
As distant as Nicolas wished to remain with the crew, he was glad he began to develop an early relationship with the woman. As gentle of a heart she seemed to have, the man could not keep from thinking of what could become of their relationship. Having been born a lonely pirate male, it was almost instinctive to hunt as many of the beautiful lasses as he could. Looking over his shoulder, he wondered where they all could have gone. Already he was lusty for another meeting. Meemo Hearing the declaration of attack Jamie wheeled around, no longer heading in the direction of her bunk. She quickened her speed and dashed towards the railings as they began to pull up next to the other ship. The young woman hopped onto the banister, holding herself steady with a loose rope that had nearly struck her in the head. She brushed her bangs away, braid slipping over her shoulder as she slipped a dagger out into her hand, it having been fixed to her thigh.
Her gaze landed on the battle a few feet away. Already men lay dead on the ground, blood staining the enemy decks. Miss gallows seemed to be eager to help add to the blood shed. After only a moment of observation she gripped the rop tightly and swung to the opposite deck, landing gracefully before launching herself at an nearby man. They rolled amongst the battle before they halted, her sitting atop him sporting a large grin. Her dagger was held high over her head at that point and she took the chance to bring it down swiftly towards the man's chest. Kieko Upon viewing the other crew members quickly making their way onto the opposing ship, Nicolas drew out his sabor and grinned. Although it had not been long since his last battle, he was already battle-hungry. A wicked expression remained on his lips as he grabbed onto a rope and swung onto the spanish ship. The second ship was beautiful, he admitted, but the thought of a possible treasure was far more inviting.
Noting the graceful movements of Jamie Gallows some distance before him, he only continued to smirk. With her weapon swinging, rain trickling down her form and wounded enemies falling, the site, to Nicolas, was truly one to be thankful for.
As he shifted his gaze onto a few of the snickering pirates before him, he charged headfirst and began swinging. His technique seemed almost wild at first, but over time one could see that he knew exactly what he was doing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 3:54 pm
The Twentifirst of March,
In the Year of Our Lord 1606,
Journal,
The second battle was no worse than th' first! The incredible tension between all of us fighting was absolutely incredible! I was impressed by Jamie's skills in combat as she only continues to surprise me.
A couple more dubloons to add to m' bag. Higher rank is bound to be mine in no time.
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Posted: Thu Mar 30, 2006 1:47 pm
+ TO THE CAPTAIN'S CHAMBERS + Amsterdam Let her stress out on something? Katherine was intrigued. What a marvellous idea, and what a pity the girl had slipped out the door before she'd had a chance to act on it.
Ah well, she had a ship full of angry pirates with which to practice stress relief. It was just a matter of finding the closest one... Kieko It was unfortunate for Nicolas that he passed right past the site of the captain that very moment. He wouldn't know it, but Captain Kruel was searching for someone to release her frustration upon and with his snarky attitude, he was probably the best target.
Crossed arms and wandering eyes scanned over every young woman on the ship. Since both Gabriella and Aurora had left, however, he did not have as many to google over. He silently wondered where Jamie was and whether or not she might be up to a romp in the cabins. He was feeling curious enough to even ask. Amsterdam It was getting dark, so determining the gender of the figure that swished past her was a little difficult - not that it mattered to Katherine all that much. The important part was that he was on two legs and within grabbing range.
With confidence born of owning the only solid surface in sight, the captain approached the lithe young man with a smirk already on her face. "Care to share a drop of rum in my cabin?"
Purposely stepping into his personal space, she leaned in close so that her meaning could be clear and waited for an answer. Kieko The words sounded sweeter than the rum itself to the young man's ears. Thinking them over for only a moment, he smirked and responded carefully, "But of course-" And upon getting a better look at the woman before him, he realised it was the captain herself! Nearly in disbelief that the head of the ship would be so forward with a measly cabin boy, he became slightly suspicious of her actions. He would need to be careful within her chambers and make sure it was not some sort of a set up. "-Captain." He finally finished.
As he waited for her response or lead towards her cabin, he watched her form and tried to determine whether she had been busy with the bottle already. If that was the case, it could easily explain her behavior. As lust hungry as Nicolas may have been, he knew his place on the ship and knew the trouble it could cause, or possible promotion if he played his cards right, if anything came between the two of them. Amsterdam Katherine nodded absently, as if there had been any question about him refusing her. She wasn't quite as young as she used to be (or was she?) but the dark eyed captain could still attract an offer or two in the worst of times.
She started back towards her cabin, not feeling the need for further conversation and not bothering to check if the lad was following. When she was once again in the dim but spacious interior of her cabin, she reached for the not-very-secret rum stash.
Glasses were an option, but not one Katherine often chose. So, after one long swig from her favourite flask, she offered it to the ship's boy behind her. Kieko Nicolas had, in fact, been following after his captain, a hungry look in his eyes. As he walked behind her, he looked about, almost checking to make sure none of the other crew members noticed him leaving with their captain. As little as he cared about their opinions, he did not want to start problems this low in position.
As the flask was offered to him, he quickly smirked and grabbed it lightly, not too eager as to scare her off. Tipping the flask into his own mouth, he took a swig and enjoyed the bitter taste on the way down. It had been too long, during the week or two at sea, since the man had filled his own flask. He would make a point of it to grab a flask or two while in town on their next visit. After his swig, he returned the flask to Catherine and continued to smirk. Amsterdam Katherine watched the young man raise the silver flask to his lips, slanted moonlight picking out the smooth angles of his neck and turning the simple action of swallowing into a sensuous motion of pure beauty.
She followed the trail of blue light across his features she noticed what an exceptional choice she had made, congratulating herself as the moon highlighted a smooth brow, a princely nose, gloriously high cheekbones, delicately pointed ears.
She paused, rum fogged mind taking a moment to process the evidence before her. Pointed ears? The captain took a step back.
"Elf." The single word rang in the dim cabin jarringly. "You are an elf!"
Katherine wasn't sure whether it was the anger or embarrassment in her voice that caused that terrible look to flit across the elf's face, but she turned away quickly so as not to see the results. Kieko Nicolas had heard clearly was the captain had said, but the comments bothered him not at all. It would take far more than the shock of finding out he was an elf to bother him. In fact, he did not even attempt to hide his pointed ears while on deck. It seemed thus far he had run into no problems, but now that the captain had found out, things were bound to change. That was.. unless he could change them first.
Taking another step towards Katherine, Nicolas continued to smirk. His pale, masculine hand reached down to gather her own and bring it up to his lips. For a moment the male took in the captain's scent, keeping it in mind for a short moment before his lips met the top of her hand. So politely, so gently, he kissed and once he was done, he cast away her hand slowly.
Returning to his upright posture, he spoke calmly, "Yes, m'dear. I am an elf, though it is nothing I could ever shame myself in admitting." And after he finished speaking, he turned and began in the opposite direction of the captain's chambers. Turning his head, he quickly added, "Rest well on your own..." Though it nearly pained him to walk away, it was the best he could do to save his pride. Katherine clearly had an issue with his race. Amsterdam The captain wasn't fooled by the elf's good manners, everyone knew elves were sneaky creatures who used their charms and good looks as a smoke screen while they robbed you of everything you held dear.
This was a fine trait for a pirate to have, but not so much in a lover with access to one's most secret treasures. It was with this in mind that Katherine could cooly ignore the brush of lips and the following departure.
Just before the elf reached the door, Katherine made a quick decision and tossed a red scarf at him.
"Use it to cover your ears. I don't want you causing any more trouble aboard this ship than you already have."
Not waiting for a reply, the captain turned and began undressing for bed. They had a busy day ahead of them, with no time to fume over disappointments.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 12:09 am
The Fourth of April,
In the Year of Our Lord 1606,
Journal,
I hate t' speak fowl of my captain, but she's quite a saucy lass! Offered me rum, led me to 'er cabin, then tossed m' aside like a rag! No- *hiccup* -She tossed me a f'cken rag! And for what? To cover me ears? I see no shame in having more class than the rest of these baggards on the ship!
It's a good thing I quickly bumped into Jamie or else I might've gone mad! Y' can't do that to a man!
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 12:12 am
+ RUNNING INTO JAMIE GALLOWS + Meemo Slipping from the railings back onto the deck the petite woman eyed the ocean and the long departed spanish ship they had overtaken. Jamie now leaned on the banister, elbows perched comfortably, head resting near them as she conciously stuck her rump out in an attention grabbing manner. One couldn't see fully under her skirt, though it was close as she shifted her legs, tights clinging to her form.
She rubbed her bruised wrists again, staring at the purple marks where her enemies hands had firmy gripped her. She let out a small laugh, shaking her head and he newly braided hair. Those damn men. Her sky blue eyes narrowed as she remembered them releasing the thick wavy hair she normally kept tame in a braid.
It had taken some time to put it back into place, even now more hair hung in her face than before. It grew quickly and her once straight cut bangs had already begun to grow. They split slightly, framing her facial features with grace. With a soft breath Jamie blew a hair from her vision and stood upright, resting a hand on one of her curved hips. She turned now, Ms. Gallows heading in no particular direction upon the deck. Her heels clicked softly as she walked and she gave a few pirate aboard small smiles. Kieko Nicolas had heard the captain's words, though he could only stop, back facing Katherine, to think. It did not bother the male to think of the entire ship disapproving of him. It would only cause a serious problem in his future plans if the captain remained angered with him. Despite his pride, he calmly reached down to grab the scarf. Whatever he did choose to do, he would keep the scarf with him in case it ever came in handy.
As the man continued to walk, beginning now towards his own cabin, the site of a beautifully curved backside caught his attention. Having previously been disappointed, he hoped this woman would prove to be far more entertaining. It had seemed, as of yet, she was not bothered by his race and it's obviously pointed ears. Tucking the bandana into his pocket, he silently decided it couldn't cover their anyhow.
Nicolas approached Jamie now, grin tactfully replaced onto his face and slim figure leaning back onto the banister beside her. It seemed he hadn't moved fast enough though, for the female had already turned in the opposite direction. With a quick whistle, he remained where he was and waited for her to turn around. As he watched in waiting, he admired how beautiful the lass really was. It seemed the sea had done her good. Meemo Jamie heard the whistle, though didn't stop instantly. She slowed to a stop and remained with her back facing the male. She gathered herself, taking a breath as she wondered of how and where this conversation was going to go. She was slightly worn from the recent battle and simply needed to rest a bit. Rum. Yes, that would sooth all aches and pains. As she decided this she turned smoothly, a delicate hand reaching towards her face to wipe her bangs from her light blue eyes, yet they fell softly back into place as her hand lowered.
" Well, I see you escaped battle nearly unscathed. " A sly smile graced her full lips and she turned fully to face him. She had not gone far from the banister and so began to take slow steps, allowing her hips to sway as she back in his direction. " And did the Captain award you? " She slightly teased, having spotted him following Captain Cruel not to long ago.
Once more Jamie leaned on the banister, though this time with one elbow, her form turned towards him as she tilted her wide hips. She glanced him over, raising a brow in a slightly curious manner, before looking back to his practically flawless face. There was something different about the male. Something attracted her and she couldn't pinpoint it. The way he carried himself, the smooth voice, his graceful movements. Still, Jamie was puzzled. What was it? Kieko Nicolas could easily keep himself from blushing, though it was something that he had learned early on from growing up. It was difficult to be a pirate if you allowed your emotions to be too visible upon your sleeve. Still fully embarassed about the comment on the reward, Nicolas realised that the lady he often thought about had seen him following their Captain, only moments before. "There shall be no reward for the evil," He laughed, though what he meant was uncertain. His laugh did not sound fully convinced of his words and was more than likely going to only make Jamie uncomfortable.
Leaning back once again and looking straight ahead, the male continued to speak. From this angle, the long edge of his ear could be seen perfectly well in the darkness. Being an elf, his skin was quite fair and stood out like a sore thumb in the night sky. Turning his head towards the woman now, he spoke, "Have you better thoughts of the night than to follow me to my chambers?" He asked, voice serious and somewhat enchanting. It was not heard of for a gentleman to ask a woman such a question, it was uncommon for a male to bring up the subject, but it was expected from a pirate to ask once or twice. Meemo Jamie listened as the male answered her comment, his laugh slightly awkward. She shrugged it off though as she pushed herslef up onto the railing, sitting smugly a sshe crosse dher legs. She leaned over, elbows on her knees, chin in the palm of one of her hands. No rewards for the evil. Well, he didn't seem fully capable of evil. Yet, it depended on ones thoughts of evil. Tilting her head, braid slipping over her shoulder, she examined the male as he turned, his profile visible.
Her eyes traced his facial structure slowly. The light glow of his skin, high cheekbones, and a pointed ear..? He spoke to her then, though she allowed his words to linger for a moment as she leaned towards him, hand reaching out. She rose a brow, her hand lightly touching the area above his ear. Her lips parted slightly as she inspected the ear, running a finger softly, barely touching, along its length.
Jamie had only heard of such things in stories, fairytales her mother and father told her. It was a rare area she was actually innocent in. When she thought of different races she could only list those of a human. Now one of another race stood before her, asking her to his chambers. It seemed as though it were to good to be true. " Better thoughts? " She voiced, still seemingly preoccupied, though as he turned to face her she pulled her hand swiftly back towards her. "No." She replied simply, perking up, hands at her side ont he banister, breast pushed outwards as she gave him a smile. Kieko The moment the woman's finger touched the point of the man's ear, he felt his body shudder. It was not often that a human paid such great caution to his ears and although it sounded somewhat foolish, they were incredibly sensitive to touch. Being that they were extended more from his head, they did not gather as much warmth and with the heated touch of Jamie's hand, he shuddered again. It took only two uncontrolled shudders for the male to adjust his posture more comfortably as to keep it from happening again.
"No?" He smirked more broadly now, pleased by her response. Apparently Jamie Gallows was not bothered by his blunt question and, mentally, the male noted this. Pushing himself from the ship's edge, he turned and reached a gentle hand down to take up the female's hand before him. He would not kiss it as he did to Katherine's, but instead he pulled her up and off the banister, pulling her body close to his. The sudden impact of every curve against his form caused him to breath in deeply, taking in her beautiful scent. The night was growing darker, but the events had only just begun. Meemo Jamie took the male's hand and allowed herself to be lightly pulled off of the banister. Her small, short form landed softly on the deck and was pulled swiftly into the young Nicolas's arms. She gave a grin as she looked up to the pirate that now held her, her curvatious body firm against his own firm one. Normally she was at ease in these situations, though now she was slightly curious about him. He was odd.
" What are you, Mr. Morgan?" Jamie voiced, her face close to his as she stood on her tip toes. She eyed him suspiciously, for never had a human attracted her like a magnet before. He seemed to do it without ease. It seemed something to be concerned with. One of her small hands traced the muscles along his chest and stomach as she awatied an answer, leaning more onto the elf. Kieko The slightly intoxication of the rum Nicolas had drank prior to his meeting with Jamie caused his head to feel slightly lighter than usual. His actions, however, were not even slightly impaired. Having grown with regular elven customs, Nicolas was used to the much stronger elf-made wines and liquors. Looking down at the deep blue eyes that belonged to the woman in his arms, he only smiled wider. It pleased her nearly as much as the chaos of battle to be this close to a woman.
Upon hearing the innocent statement of Jamie, Nicolas could only laugh lightly. He tipped his head back to do so as to not warm her too much with his breath. Already in the short moment holding her, their bodies had provided enough heat to keep the two of them warm, even on the cold, night deck. "Why i'm a pirate, young lass!" He answered, acting as if he did not know what she meant. Meemo Jamie's face darkened and she tilted her hand away from his chest. She stepped away from him only slightly. Not out of his arms, just enough so as they were no longer touching. She narrowed her eyes on him, lips pursing slightly as she shook her head, bangs framing her face. " I don't take lightly to being treated like a fool. " She spoke, a cold tone weaving through the words slowly.
She did not appreciate the fact he had turned the question around on her. Of course he was a bloody pirate. The whole damned ship was full of them. He knew what she was asking. If he didnt want to tell her, he only needed to say so. Jamie was now insulted by his answer, as if he were speaking to a mere child and she would smile and laugh. She was no child.
The young woman crossed her arms over her chest now, staring up at the elf. Her thin brows nearly met as she scowled at him, cocking her hips as she stood in a 'mother awaiting an explanation' stance. It was one she could remember well.
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 12:14 am
The Fifth of April,
In the Year of Our Lord 1606,
Journal,
Y'know? If I didn't know meself better, I might guess that I've lost me touch! Being on a ship filled with damn human wenches is far more difficult than I would have imagined! Cant imagine why everyone is givin' me such an awful time due to m' ears! Ther' just ears! Bugger off now!
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 1:09 am
+ FINDING THE ISLAND + Kieko Nicolas did not respond much to Jamie leaving from his embrace slightly. It was only expected that their conversation would turn sour. The man was eager and ready and at the moment felt no need to slow down. If Jamie was not interested, he would move onto the next. A sudden sound came into his ears and the male turned his head to spot the movements of many of their crew men on deck. Rachel and Gabriel seemed to be moving about doing something, though he was not entirely sure of just what.
"Jamie hun, It seems we've come across the island we were aiming for," He unwrapped his arms from around her and brushed past, "Now if you'll excuse me, I plan on being one of the first to inspect it..." The lust of his occupation suddenly returned to his eyes. If there were any of the island, he would happily slay them to claim the island for himself-ahem-Katherine Kruel. Turning back to view Jamie, he sighed and twirled a finger as he spoke wearily, "You can come along if you'd like". It was more than likely something the woman did not want to hear, but it was what Nicolas had said. He felt no great connection to anyone on the ship. In fact, he prefered it that way. It made it all the less difficult to continue on with his plans. Meemo Jamie watched as he released her and brushed past her so simply. A typical man he was. Well, even if he was not human, he still acted like that of a common male. If not the woman, then it was the gold. She gave a small shrug and turned in the direction he was heading. Jamie wasn't one to let such a simple matter ruin her mood for the day. So she brushed away their recent conversation and slowly made her way behind him.
"Yes, I know I may come. But it's not because of you i'm going, dear. " Jamie finally spoke, her pace having quickened a bit to cast her a few feet in front of him. She spoke in a teasing manner. Sure, he had slightly offended her. But why stay angry? She shouldn't care of what he said. The sway of the female's hips tossed her small skirt back and forth, revealing bits of the straps leading to the tights which they held up.
Her gaze then fell forward, towards the island they were nearing. She took in a breath and gave a grin to the male behind her. " Why such a gloomy sigh? " She asked, taking note of the sigh he produced as he invited her along. " Don't want to share any of the gold that may be on the island?" An arched brow rose as she questioned him, turning her back to him again. Amsterdam After a ridiculously long and particularly sweaty boat ride (though she supposed it must have been more so for those rowing) Katherine finally set foot on dry land. Well, relatively dry as the fine white sand below the tideline was rather damp under her booted heel.
Taking a deep breath and ignoring the grunting of the men heaving the wooden boat up the beach, the captain surveyed the island they had landed on. The long stretch of pale sand curving around the bay, the thickly forested hills giving way to twin peaks and the clear blue water stretching just around the horizon combined to form a disgustingly picturesque view. No doubt there would be clean water and an orchard just over the next hill, swarming with wild pigs.
Katherine rolled her eyes and turned back to her crew. "You, you and you. Go that way. The rest of you go that way." She made a single sweeping gesture and revelled in the confusion that followed. After picking a direction for herself, she grabbed her nearest officer (the master-at-arms) and headed off to find something fresh to eat. Kieko Nicolas only chuckled slightly, ignoring what the female had said. It was just his luck to choose the most saucy lass on the entire ship to woo. It seemed anything he did negatively towards her would certainly be repaid. Jamie wasn't the usual pirate wench, no, she seemed used to men like Nicolas. As he continued to walk, he tried to think over a new strategy. After all, two no's in a single night was somewhat disheartening.
Following after Jamie, the male quickly made his way into onto one of the smaller boats joining his Captain's. A sly smirk was cast in her direction with hope that she might see if. If not, no matter, the male was eager and money hungry anyhow. Making himself comfortable, he couldn't help but gaze longingly towards the island. Though it was not the largest he had seen, it seemed to promise some sort of adventure. His slender hand instinctively took hold of the sabor handle as he watched. It was like Nicolas to remain armed in case anything happened.
Once they reached land, he stepped out and once again glanced in the direction of the Captain. Her orders were unclear, but Nicolas knew where he would be heading. Keeping a watchful eye on the crew, he examined their own choices. Meemo " You'd better hurry, Mr. Morgan. " Jamie's soft voice sounded behind the male as she hopped out of the boat, almost knee deep in the water due to her her shortness compared to Nicolas. She then made her way past him and to the shore, her heels slightly sinking in the sand. That was the most difficult thing to conquer; walking in the sand in heels.
Securing her footing and glancing towards the Captain, Jamie Gallows paused. It didn't seem as though any particular orders where given and so she looked towards the vines, large trees and brush that beckoned her towards the jungle ahead. The curvy woman turned, looking to Nicolas once more with a half smile. "Or I'm going to get all the gold before you. " Her light blue eyes lingered on him momentarily before she turned, skirt twirling upwards, and made her way deeper into the unknown island.
Surely she needed the gold. She only had what the past had given her. And that was little. She needed new clothing. Anything a bit more suitable for movement or perhaps storage. Jamie hopped over a tree stump, glancing to the abundance of forgein vegetation. Keeping her ears open and aware she ventured forward, neither worried nor caring for the rest of the crew. Amsterdam Katherine turned now to smirk at the officer she'd brought with her. The girl looked strong enough.
"We are not looking for anything. I am going to sit under this tree and you are going to bring me whatever fruit this godforsaken island has to offer. If any angry natives come, you're going wave that big shiny sword and scare them off."
With that, the captain took off her sea worn coat and settled under said tree. The skimpy corset and scrap of shirt left offered little protection from the sun or wandering eyes, but Katherine was not the kind to be concerned by either. With a contented sigh, she leaned back to enjoy a moment of time away from the demands of command.
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Posted: Tue Apr 11, 2006 1:13 am
The Eigth of April,
In the Year of Our Lord 1606,
Journal,
We've come across the island and there is news of both possible treasure an' injury. I can easily take the risk as i've done this many a times before with me father-not that the memory is as fond as it may seem.
Jamie seems to long for the upper hand, though I'll be keeping an eye on her. If she finds anything, I want to be within range.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 10:39 pm
+ EXPLORING THE ISLAND + Kieko Nicolas listened carefully to what Jamie had said, though he was very certain the female wouldn't be getting all of the gold. Nicolas was both cunning and greedy and anything he found on the island would quickly be stored into his pockets. Unlike Jamie's desire for new clothing, the male understood the importance of gold and how it could affect his future position on the ship. He would need to find a safe storage area for all of his dubloons, though he trusted no one enough to keep them far from his own pocket. Once he finally gathered enough he would leave the ship and purchase one of his own, or take over a ship and use the dubloons to pay a make-shift crew. The importance of money seemed even more important to a man with such high desires.
As he finished his thoughts and began after Jamie, his eyes caught site of a beautiful woman relaxing beneath a tree. Hungry eyes scanned over the captain as he remembered both her request and then her realisation of what he was. If it weren't for his ears, the captain might have been carrying his child. It would have been a foolish move for the two of them and he shook his head and continued forward. Like all of his desires, that one was clearly out of reach, though it did not stop his longing.
Two thick boots continued forward onto the island and soon the male was into the foliage, keeping Jamie within his sites. He did not want to keep incredibly close to the femme, but near enough to make sure she didn't find far more than he. Meemo A soft melody filled the air as Jamie began to hum to herself. Life before the ships and the sea was one of a large city and the poor town within it. Jamie had been a young girl when her mother had taught her to dance. It was their only way to earn coins on the streets and Jamie seemed to have a natural ability to attract the crowds. Her mother and father learned of this quite quickly and used it to their advantage.
Jamie never cared much for what she did nor what her parents did with her. She cared for them though not as much as she loved the music. Now as she walked she hummed the common melody played by the male gypsies in the streets as she danced. A small smile crawled upon Jamie's features as she swayed slowly, hips moving to the beat within her head.
She pushed a few branches of a tall bush away and continued into the jungle, blue eyes scanning the area as she basically danced her way deeper into the island. Nicolas had followed, yet she wasn't to concerned. Her dagger was strapped to her thigh, over her tights, and was perfectly reachable if it was needed. She didn't need the male with her for protection purposes. He seemed more like company than anything else. If she could even consider him that much. Gold was on the male's mind, it seemed. Nothing else.
Jamie continued to hum, slowly turning it into a song. She sang low, almost in a whisper. The language was not what most would recognize, for it was that of the gypsies. Her small form squeezed past two closely grown trees, her body wiggling between them, cutting off her song momentarily. Hopping out onto the other side she continued to sing and dance, pausing in front of a small river. Kieko It was lucky for Nicolas that Jamie was humming, for it allowed him to keep a better eye on his surroundings, while he was still able to hear where the woman was coming from. Though he was incredibly set on finding treasure, he did enjoy the soft sound of Jamie's voice. She has a talent, that was for sure. Glancing up for a moment to make sure the woman was tricking him and throwing her voice, Nicolas nearly tripped over his boot seeing the beautiful swaying of hips and sweet smile. The man nearly had to pry his gaze from Jamie's perfectly shaped form.
Nicolas more than likely assumed that Jamie knew he was near, but he did not know that the female understood that he was following her. There were many thick trees between the two of them, but with Jamie's hum and occassional lyric, the male was easily able to keep a tab on her. Making his own way farther into the jungle, slashing at hanging foliage, he grumbled lightly to himself. If there was nothing on the island, he'd feel incredibly foolish for going this far into it. Meemo Jamie stared at the small river for a moment before knealing before it. Cupping her hands she allowed the liquid to run through her fingers before scooping a bit up and bringing it to her lips. She drank swiflty before raising a brow and glancing to a stone in the river that seemed to shine a bit more than the others around it. Her dainty hand darted towards it in a greedy manner and she snatched it from the river bed.
She stood, cupping the polished stone in her hands. Opening her hands slowly she frowned, seeing that it hand cut her palm, causing blood to stream off the sides of her hand and into the water below. The smooth stone that sat in her hand was one in the shape of an arrowhead of a black and white splotched color. Her blue eyes widened as she turned it over carefully, having not seen such a stone carving before. Her humming had stopped ubruptly as she had noticed her blood, leaving the jungle silent around her, except for the birds overhead and the bugs along the floor.
Surely this meant that there had to be some sort of human life ont he island. Or at least there had been. No rock simply took such a shape on its own. At least none that Jamie had laid eyes on. Kieko Nicolas had heard a pause in the music to his left and stopped for a moment, himself. Ignoring his guard, the male suddenly called out, "Jamie? Jamie are you well?" He jumped over his path and into the thick brush that seperated the two of them. He did not wish to act foolish, but the silence had to have meant something and at the moment the male was fearing for the woman's safety. All thoughts of treasure left his mind for just a brief moment. That is, until he noticed Jamie holding something, "What is it?" He almost barked, blue eyes narrowed onto her palm.
The blood continued to drip from her hand and immedietly, the male tore his sleeve from his shirt and went to her aid. Beside her, he took her hand and dipped it into the water, cleaning it only momentarily. With his sleeve torn in strips, he wrapped her hand as tightly as he could without cutting off complete circulation. Nicolas wanted to keep it only as tight as it needed to be to stop the bleeding. He wasn't sure where her injury was exactly, but with so many important veins there, he didn't want to take a risk. Kieva Jamie was caught off gaurd as the odd male quickly and unexpectantly appeared at her side. He barked a question at her and she jumped, shaking herself from her thoughts. " I'm not sure what it is.." She answered, still looking to the stone. Yet, no sooner had she spoken Nicolas had snatched up her bleeding hand and had dunked it into the river, cleaning it momentarily. Pulling it out, he had ripped one of his sleeves and had bandaged her hand quickly. Jamie narrowed her blue eyes on him as he worked and cleared her throat.
"Excuse me. " She spoke loudly, taking her hand from him once he had finished. " I didn't know you were concerned with other's well beings. " Jamie wasn't one to accpet help very often and his sudden outburst of concern made her awkward. She then held the stone towards him, switching the subject quickly. It rested in her unharmed hand, taking up the space from about her wrist towards the base of her fingers. It came to a point at the top and Jamie looked towards the arrowhead with a risen brow.
"What is it, Nicolas?" She asked, uncomfortable knowing she should thank him for his concern. Though it wasn't exactly in her character to do so. Perhaps later. Perhaps when they returned to the ship. But not now on this island. She looke dup at him now, tilting her head, braid falling over one of her bare shoulders. Kieko Nicolas mumbled something that was more than likely better left unsaid. Ignoring the woman's words and looking to the large, pointed stone, he cocked his brow. It did not seem to be made of any precious stone, nor was it attractive in the least. This stone, whatever he found out it was, wasn't going to be worth much of anything if they brought it back with them. Hoping to find more than a handful of valuable items, the male silently determined that this piece of rock was not worth carrying about. If Jamie wished to do so, however, it would be all the more riches she could not carry.
"An arrowhead," he said finally, remembered the shape from a distant memory. Before joining The Dementia, the younger male had ventured on his own. On his own, the male quickly learned he could not manage a ship, take over others or even carry a full chest of gold. It was only when the man had reached his lowest point that he decided to set aside a great deal of his pride and join onto the ship. It would have taken more than just his pride to put up with this crew, especially when he was an elf.
After he answered Jamie, he stood up and stretched, cracking both his neck and knuckles. A smirk appeared on the male's face as he hoped the woman might repay his kindness in a way more entertaining that verbal thanks. Looking out before them, still smiling with his thought, Nicolas continued forward, "It might be something worth showing the Captain, but we're losing time standing around..." Kieva " An arrowhead?" Jamie asked, tossing the stone into the air to catch it carefully with her unharmed hand. She looked to her bandaged left hand and gave a small smile. Surely the male would need to be thanked. The shorter female turned and took a few steps toward the male, looking up at him. " Does that mean someone made this; that there could be people here?"
She continued a few paces ahead, back in the direction they had came from before pausing to look back over her shoulder at him. Yes, reporting this to the Captain would be a good idea. Yet, Jamie longed to keep exploring. It wasn't everyday that she was given the chance to explore a forgein island.
Nicolas spoke of the two of them losing time and gave him a sly grin. " So are you coming back with me? " She asked, hoping up on a large rock covered in a bit of moss. This set her nearly at his own height, but not quite. The curvy female, placed her bandaged hand on her tilted hip as she awaited a reply. It didn't matter to much to her. Either he accopanied her back to the Captain, or he would continue to explore and perhaps find something worth keeping. She couldn't allow that.
"Hmm. I suppose I'll owe you a treat back on the ship. " She spoke aloud though more towards herself as she hopped back off of the rock and began to make her way back towards the beach. "Yet the jungle seems to be nicely shaded and hidden. " A large grin appeared on her face as she then shook her head. " No, duties first. To the Captain." Kieko Nicolas gave a shrug and looked at the woman with a cocked brow, "Now why would I know that lass?" He didn't mean to be rude, but it was true. There was no reason for Nicolas to know whether or not other humans inhabited the island, as far as he concerned it was empty.
"No reason to show the Captain just yet.." the man spoke, head faced in the direction they had once head towards. His lust for adventure had not been quenched, but as Jamie continued to speak of the jungle's shade, he realised no lust of his had been satisfied for quite some time. Narrowed eyes grabbed ahold of the woman so nearby as he thought over her words, "As I said, there's no reason to return to the Captain right now... penty of time.. of plenty of jungle to explore.." A handsome smirk remained on his, now stubbly, face. As rude as the male may have come off, he was still a dashing young man, with beautiful features. He was surely the type to make women weak at the knees and he knew of this.
Taking a step or two towards Jamie, he pulled her close to him again, "I would like nothing better than to continue on our exploration.." He let his words trail off towards the end and his eyes were drawn to the lush foliage around them, "There is so much we haven't seen.." Kieva It was true. Nicloas could not have known whether or not there were people on the island. His answer was not taken negatively and Jamie glanced back at him as he spoke of not having to visit the Captain just yet. She caught her breath as she gazed upon the male whom had advanced several steps toward her. Everything about him seemed perfect as she was quickly pulled near him, his soft voice filling her ears. He was calm, collected, smooth and suave. He knew what he wanted and that was attractive in a man.
Jamie didn't find any of what he had said rude. It was the male behavior she was oh-so used to. She gave him a smile, leaning towards him so her face was near his. " True." Jamie whispered, sky blue eyes observing Nicolas's toned features. " There is much we haven't seen. " She added, a dainty hand brushing the male's bangs from his eye that seemed to always be constantly hidden by them. Jamie's lips parted in a somewhat inviting manner as she tilted her head to gaze at his face. His seemingly flawless face.
" More exploration of the island certainly must be done before we return to the Captain.. " Jamie leaned forward slightly more, her lips almost brushing the young elve's. " But where to begin?" Kieko Nicolas' eyes shut slightly as Jamie's lips neared his mouth invitingly. When she did not follow through with her actions, the male only smirked, feeling it was more fun to allow the female to think that she was in charge of what would or wouldn't happen. He know, without a doubt, he could have stolen that kiss more quickly than he could have taken two wenches into his chambers. And knowing the amount of women Nicolas had the fair share of "getting to know", that was saying quite a bit.
"Anywhere, m' dear," He said, his voice still calm and as cool as ever. Looking out to where they were headed, he turned and began in the direction, "We can follow this.." He kicked some dirt from the ground, making what appeared to be a very make-shift path, "..path. It doesn't appear to be very travelled, but it may answer your question about life on this island... and where there is life, there is surely goods and treasure." The thought of dubloons or anything valuable seemed to light up the beautiful eyes of the male, though the look quickly faded once he turned back to ensure Jamie was indeed following him. It was incredibly Nicolas-like to lead the woman through the jungle, intent on keeping whatever he found most attractive, whether it be price-wise or appearance.
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Posted: Wed May 10, 2006 10:43 pm
The Twentiforth of April,
In the Year of Our Lord 1606,
Journal,
The island had proved to be more a waste of time than I would have imagined! Jamie stumbled across a piece of rock, tho' after some inspecting, the two of us had decided it was an arrowhead. More accurately, I told the lass what the damned thing was.
No site of gold, riches, precious gems or anything else worth a few dubloons. I feel my flask and belly could have been filled more than thrice during this time...
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