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 Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 9:27 pm
Tia smiled at the thought of Tracey helping her to find James.
She wondered if he had even survived the mutiny and if he had was he trying to find her.
She tried not to dwell on the thought to much knowing there wasnt a large chance he was still alive, much less finding him. Being a dragonkin had no meaning to finding James. James perfered to stay hidden when not on a ship he did not pride himself in the fact that he was a dragonkin and would wear something to make him look like he was a human that had a hump.
"It may be harder to find him then one would think. If James wants to hide he can. He is not like the Captain whom is not afraid to show what he is. James wears cover ups for his horns and wings, but Im sure with your help Ill find something about him."
Tia tried not to turn more red then she already was when he kissed her hand. After he spoke thoses words to her she started to lean closer to him seriously thinking about kissing him, but when he switched gears she pulled back trying to make it seem as though she was just moving abit from being still for so long.
"I suppose your right Tracey...something to eat might be nice we havnt eatten since this morning.."
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 10:07 pm
Tracey heard her out, expecting that it might be a bit hard to find a dragon-kin that didn't want to be found. One thing he thought couldn't be hidden, the eyes.
Watching her move closer to him then shift back, he just assumed she was a little stiff from lying down for so long. He was a guy that thought with his head, emotion was what he went through all methods not to try and think with. Pulling away was safer, and a far better method. So he stood up, and waited a moment before letting go of her hand. "I am going to go hunt in the galley to see what is in there, is there anything particular I should look for, or look over?"
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Posted: Wed Oct 04, 2006 10:57 pm
Tia was abit disappointed from not being able to kiss him like she wanted too. As Tracey let go of her hand she settled herself in the hammock as she thought for a few moments. She realized he had asked her a question and she giggled abit from almost missing it.
"Oh uh..I love sweet cakes, but anything is fine....I dont like onions though....Thanks again Tracey." Tia truly was thankful to have him right now. She wasnt sure how she would have handled herself if it werent for him being there.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 12:50 am
Luther had found his room yet again, after being dismissed form Tracey. He oppend the door and made his way to the bed, pulling back the covers and revealing his blades. He removed them and set them both back to their newly dried sheaths and placing them next to the bed. Luther layed himself down gently onto the bed, making himself comfortable. The bed was not the greatest he had ever slept on but... it would do. He again rose to his feet and started to tie the blades to his sides. Luther strode over to the still open door and closed it behind him, leaveing the bed in disaray, to let anyone who may enter know that it was taken.
Once again upon the top deck, Luther felt a bit more comfortable with his swords at his side. He had not taken the warning from Tracey very seriously, doubting that there would be much trouble from him carrying his swords.
Luther looked around the deck. Many people were setting to work on something or other, others were talking or tending to those who seemed to need help. Therefore he was surprised to see two individuals, a male and a female, standing on the deck looking about at all the people, as obviously confused as he. Luther strode over to them, passing many, but uninterested in any but these two. The man looked formidable and the woman beautiful, she obviously made for a good mate. Luther found himself wondering what she would cook for her man, stomach growling as he did so.
"You have quite a woman there." said Luther to the man, realizing in an instant that the man was not a man, but an elf. The look on his face changed a bit. "She isn't really your kind though. Not that that matters much." He shruged his shoulders to elaborate the expression. "Names Luther, and you look to be as confused as I feel. First time on a ship is it?"
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 4:19 pm
Elizabeth had slipped in a trance after receiving Tia's orders, and did not give them much heed. Watching the woman she was supposed to wash (she was filthy and disgusting) go overboard, she simply shrugged. Well, that task was done then. Snapping back to reality, Elizabeth heard the Captain give permission to go belowdecks and receive rooms.
Following the others like a dutiful sheep, she found a lone cabin of a small size that nevertheless featured a porthole. It seemed to be a rare amenity, and one that gave her a splendid view of the roiling ocean- the very edge, so that she could see both the sky and the sea, and curious fish could jump out to be on eye level with herself. Putting down her meager belongings, the young woman shrugged. It would do.
Returning back on deck, Elizabeth leaned over a railing, quietly observing everything. This was to be her home now, and now that it had set in, this was all a shock. No longer would she be living in a manner she had unfortunately become accustomed to- hard work would be necesary here, and mistakes could ruin lives. The burden seemed too much for a long moment- after all, Elizabeth was quite young.
The moment passed quickly enough. She had her bow and her arrows, and that felt like enough for anyone. Looking at her crewmates with askance glances, she shrugged. If they wanted to talk to her, they could. Now was a time for contemplation, not for talk.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 7:21 pm
Tracey doubted that there would be any sweet cakes here, but now he knew of a treat to bring back to her when they were in ports. It was too late to go to the Isla again; he didn't want to be left behind. "I'll see what I can find, Tia." He turned and left the cabin, hunting for the galley.
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Posted: Thu Oct 05, 2006 8:15 pm
Mariko flopped down on the bed and blew out a gust of air, taking care not to jostle the wrist.
"Well, eh, when does the Surgery start?" she asked, staring up at the ceiling.
It was nice not laying on a piece of wood or the stone of an back alleyway. Even on the ship slightly tossed by the current, it was nice. In fact, the rocking motion Mariko found soothing, almost hypnotic. She let her eyes glaze over, contemplating the creaking ceiling (or floor) boards.
"When I get me hand back," she mumbled either to Penelope or nobody in particular, "Ah gonna play that violin," she mumbled. "Sing me to sleep..." Abruptly, she turned her head over to face Penelope. "I wonder, is my wrist gonna heal, you know, crooked, like Stripped Petey? Yahhh, he was from me ol' ship, poor mad thing... Probably shot off by now."
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 10:35 am
Tia sighed when Tracey left, but she turned in her hammock hoping to sleep abit till Tracey came back. She ran her fingers along a rope at the top of the hammock as her thoughts dwelled on Tracey. Why couldnt she do the things she wanted to she was a pirate wasnt she? Life was suppose to be anything she wanted it to be. So why couldnt she act on her impluses like other pirates? It was that darned James and his darn manner fault. She couldnt stay mad at James though not win she didnt know if he was alive or dead. Looking for here or lost heck he could have been hit on the head and forgot everything about her for all she knew. Tia sighed slighly before curling in the hammock abit and falling asleep.
This time her dreams werent nightmares atleast but they dwelled on the rather depressing subject of James.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 12:19 pm
Captain McCallahan could not hold back a light chuckle as he watched Mariko prance about the room. Whatever had happened to her, she certainly did not appear as though she was injured. Though the captain knew little of the disease that plagued the woman, he considered her child-like and felt she never truly grew up. Though now was not a time to contemplate whether or not she would be able to stay, he could not help but worry she might cause a few additional problems other than the one she had caused today.
When the note was thrust into his hands, he snapped from his thoughts and slowly read. It appeared to be from her previous captain and he seeemed intrigued. Never had he recieved a letter from a previous captain before. As he read, McCallahan could not hold back a cocked brow in a confused manner. This captain, though they claimed Mariko was not clear in the head, did not seem so right as well. The comment of no refunds again had the dragon-kin man chuckling. Whatever the case, Mariko would prove to be a sure entertainment on his ship. Finishing off the letter, he set it on a box near Mariko's bed and was glad to see the woman finally lay down. Smiling gently, the man spoke, "The surgery shall start shortly, but please remain upon the bed and try to be cooperative with Penelope when she helps you. It may not be the most pleasant experience, but it will be better in the end."
McCallahan was glad to see that Penelope entered quickly enough and was even more impressed to see she had kept the key and quickly returned it to his own hand. The key was incredibly old, giving off a hint that the captain was not as his age gave him off. Taking it and returning it to one of the many pockets in his jacket, he nodded and listened as Penelope spoke. Annabelle! The man's eyes went wide and he quickly ran a hand through his hair. Through all of the confusion he had almost forgotten of the sickly woman below deck. Thinking quickly, the man realised he would need to gather the supplies and then afterwards bring food for Annabelle. It would be a short wait, but he was certain she would be upset no matter the length of time. "You are very right, Penelope! I appreciate you reminding me. I shall return to the lower decks to gather your supplies in no time and then check on Annabelle. She will be surely sore with me..." As the man spoke he was already on his way out of the door.
With the additional force of his wings, the captain managed to go onto the third floor of the ship, gather the supplies and return to the cabin in only a few minutes. He set all of what Penelope requested at the foot of the bed as to keep it from becoming contaminated by the floor. With all of the supplies, he also brought a bowl of extremely hot water to clean off instruments and rags used in the process. "I shall return quickly to inspect how the situation is coming along. Please do not hesitate to call for me below deck if a problem comes up. Do not, however, go below deck. Call from the stairs.." Like he spoke earlier, the man quickly left the room and began towards the kitchens. Burdened with the busy first day on his ship, the captain found the kitchens quite bare. He would need to have a few of his crew men gather supplies on Isla Olvidada before they left. Grabbing a few loafs of bred, a pitcher of mead and some apples, the man began towards the lowest level.
Quickly Aiden appeared at Annabelle's door and raising his large hand to knock, the man awaited an answer.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 2:32 pm
Tracey found the kitchens by following the captain, he had been looking on the wrong end of the ship, it appeared. He didn't try to grab the Captain's attention; he just went in after the Captain left and searched for food as well. He came up with close to the same meal. Bread and apples were the first things he went to get. Instead of mead Tracey again took fresh water, drinking some himself. Then he found salted meat, and then he looked for sweet breads.
Unable to find any, he would have to return with out it, but a trip into town might be able to be doable if they were going to stay in port for the evening. He had never wanted anything to do with the town on the godforsaken isla, but now he had a reason.
Reaching Tia's cabin, balancing everything with his dexterous hands, he was able to again knock on the door before coaxing the door to open. It looked like she was getting sleep, which was what she needed to do. He felt bad for needing to wake her, but he felt that without food, she could not regain her strength.
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 5:30 pm
Penelope nodded at Captain McCallahan, and watched him as he sped out of the room. She went to Mariko, and picked up her wrist, examining it carefully. "Alright, Mariko. Are you ready?" The blonde woman asked, offering a kind smile to the girl. But she did not recieve an answer, as Captain McCallahan came back in with supplies. "Oh, good. Thank you Captain." Penelope smiled at her handsome Captain, and followed his words carefully. "Alright, I won't.." But he'd left just as she began to speak. Shaking it off, Penelope returned to Mariko's side. "Alright, Mariko." She stated again, leaving momentarily to grab the bottle of rum. She handed it to Mariko. "Drink up, you'll need it!" Of course, Penelope could not operate until Mariko was a little tipsy. It would be for the best. "Hurry, though. Drink as much as you can as fast as you can." Laughing a little bit, the woman walked over to the table and grabbed the sterile knife, no larger than an x-acto knife. She did not want to scare Mariko, so she tried to keep it out of view. Eventually, she gave up and began to rub the sharp metal with a napkin. "Don't worry, Miss, this will not hurt if you drink your rum."
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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 5:47 pm
Elegantly draped over the few boxes covered with a wool blanket, was Miss Annabelle Lee. She looked dreadfully pale, and her stomach was gurgling from lack of food. Yet, she kept her composure and a sweet smile on her face. Her hair was up again, and she was writing in her journal. The young woman was trying to distract herself from hunger for the time being-- just hoping that McCallahan would show up soon. Since Annabelle was not allowed to be above decks, the petite woman could not go up the wooden stairs that led to the upper decks to request food. It had been at least three or four hours since she'd last had proper nutrition, and poor little Annabelle was absolutely starving (she was already fighting back the dry heaves as it is). Yet, she kept herself together. Unfortunately, there was a bit of blood splattered on the floor, and it looked like she'd tried to clean it up-- but to no avail. It seemed as though the infected woman had just had a coughing spell. Whether she passed out or not was not clear. Eyeing the bloody spot on the floor with her sparkling emerald eyes, Annabelle blushed in humiliation and guilt. I do hope the Captain won't be too upset with me... I've went and ruined his floor! Heaving a heavy sigh, Miss Lee kept writing in her journal, trying to tear herself away from the lingering guilt.
She kicked off her ruby red shoes, and raised her feet up onto the makeshift bed. Annabelle pulled her feet under her, sitting indian-style on the boxes. She leaned her head back on the wall behind her, and smiled faintly at the image of the Captain in her mind. She hadn't stopped thinking about him for the whole four hours she was stuck in this blasted room. But he seemed to soothe her, and make her feel much better. To tell the truth, Annabelle felt a lot better about herself when she was around Aiden. She felt all jittery inside... Of course, she was sure that such a handsome man would never love a consumed girl like her. At the thought of her consumption holding her back from so many loves she'd ever wanted, tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. Jonathan... Aiden... Would it ever end? Hopefully the dreams Annabelle has been having would end her internal torment once and for all. All of a sudden, amidst her tears, there came a knock upon the door.
Annabelle knew it could only be one person. At the thought of the Captain seeing her like this, she sniffed, and her cheeks colored with faint embarrassment. Hastily wiping the tears from her face, she sniffled and cleared her throat. "C-come in!" Annabelle said, quickly slipping her shoes back on and folding her skirt neatly across her bloomers. Although Annabelle had succesfully wiped the tears from her face, she could not remove the lingering redness and puffyness of her eyes. So it was quite evident that the woman had been crying previously. That made Annabelle blush all the more, and her face was now a bright shade of red. "I-I'm sorry, Cap-- Sir, I'm a mess..." She apologized, remembering only to call Captain McCallahan 'sir.' She felt that she owed it to him after the way she'd spoken to him four hours previous. Sniffling once more, she cleared her throat once more. Forcing a painful smile onto her face, she stood nimbly and dusted off her dress.
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 3:01 am
Tia didnt wake up from the knock on the door this time. She was to tired to she didnt even hear it. Her fever had gone up just slightly though it was enough to get real upset over. Tia's uninjured hand clung tight to a rope on the hammock while her injured hand covered her eyes from whatever light lingered in the cabin. She moaned lightly this time night in fear of her dreams, but it seemed the injury was catching up with her and fast at that.
It was till she hear Tracey near her in the small cabin did she start to stir.
She streached out of her curled stay and turned towards Tracey and yawned.
"....I keep falling alseep so quickly ....its not normal for me...." Tia didnt feel better after that little nap she felt abit worse.
Tia pulled herself up and put her face in her hands for a moment a moment trying to wake up abit more. Tia then smiled at Tracey thankful he was being so kind to her.
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