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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 6:03 pm
Rachel stopped at the entrance to the Armoury, it was a room she knew all too well. She drew her blade and sighed, the blade needed a sharpening. She stepped into the room, and immediately noticed Gabriel and that monkey goofing off again. She walked over to the foolish boy and yanked his right ear. "If you don't stop acting like a fool, I will eat that monkey!" she then let the boy's ear go. She walked over to a rather large pile of very rusted swords.
She could only grin, "Gabriel, for that foolish behaviour I have picked a good punishment," she turned and looked at the boy, "you get to sharpen every one of these rusty swords!" There had to be well over 100 rusty swords in that pile, most of them were probably so rusted that even Rachel herself couldn't get them to be battle worthy. But sharpening those swords should take Gabriel at least a whole day, so he should learn to not goof off anymore.
Rachel then sat down on a chair and began to sharpen her own blade, hopefully when they got to Divvytown she might be able to use a blacksmith's workstation and make a few weapons before she goes to the bar to have a bottle of Rum, or a few mugs of strong ale.~~~~~~ Gabriel was growing annoyed with the monkey, if it was trying to cheer him up, it wasn't working. Gabriel ran at the monkey again, to have his ear grabbed by Rachel, "ow ow ow ow ow," she was pulling his ear and it obviously hurt! When Rachel threatened to eat the monkey, he could only gasp, the monkey also heard Rachel's threat and skittered out if sight.
Gabriel sighed and rubbed his ear after Rachel had let go of it. Though the torture was not yet done it seemed, Rachel told him to sharpen that whole pile of rusted swords! There had to be at least 100 in that pile, that task would take him all day! Gabriel grumbles as he says under his breath, "stupid monkey" that little monkey was more trouble than it was worth.
Gabriel then sat down at the pile of swords and began to sharpen them, one by one.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 10:48 pm
When Katherine returned to her cabin, she was certain that she'd be far to furious to even contemplate sleep. However, when the first fingers of dawn crept through the small windows in the captain's cabin, they found Katherine sound asleep in a mess of blankets on her bed. It wasn't until these fingers of light grew to fully fledged beams of sunlight that the captain awoke, startled by the lookout's cry.
Struggling to concentrate on the far away sound through the haze of sleep, Katherine finally made out just what the lookout was calling. Land. Divvytown. Puzzled but filled with curiosity, Katherine pulled her boots and hat on haphazardly, striding out onto the foredeck to observe their surroundings for herself.
Those few beams of light that had entered her cabin appeared to be the only ones to be found that day, as a thick veil of fog obscured the horizon making Katherine wonder just how much those in the crow's nest had been drinking. A sudden breeze swirled the fog just enough to reveal the familiar rough-hewn rooftops of Divvytown, but it also revealed something much more concerning.
A forest of tall masts loomed out of the fog, sails furled as though at anchor, and with a sinking feeling the captain of the Dementia spotted the limp flags that brazenly displayed their loyalty to Britannia. All anger and personal issues forgotten, Katherine yelled for her officers, wishing desperately that she hadn't left half of them in Divvytown in the first place.
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Posted: Mon Sep 04, 2006 11:53 pm
Jonathan rolls his eyes at all the yelling from the 'glorious' Captain topside. Groaning to himself, he silently cursed his job as Tactician as he got out of his hammock, because now he had to rouse himself from his self-induced depression and act like he cared enough for the crew to keep him alive another day. Making sure his jacket was on straight, the newly-promoted man strode up to the upper deck and stood by the railing, looking out to the ships in the fog. Sighing to himself, once again faced his own fleet, he looked up at at a rigging crewman and shouted an order, "Remove and hide the flag!" If he could emulate himself as an English ship officer on an English ship, he would survive the day.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 4:21 am
Spying Jonathan on deck, Katherine debated approaching him for guidance. On the one hand, she was deeply outraged about the love potion, but the newly promoted tactician had already proved his worth by calling down the flag before it had even occurred to Katherine. Once again Graves' familiarity with the English navy could very well save their necks.
For a brief, shameful moment Katherine considered turning around and heading the ship straight on to Olvidada, bypassing the navy altogether and avoiding the necessity of dealing with Jonathan. But then Daria's tempting visage arose in the captain's mind and she knew there was no earthly way that Katherine could leave the navigator behind to the hangman's noose, nor those other crewmen also stranded.
Sighing Katherine made her way reluctantly to stand beside Jonathan, pretending to inspect the rigging because looking directly at the man would probably tempt her to strangle him.
"Do you think," she forced out, "there is any way we can bluff our way into Divvytown?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 9:38 am
Jonathan, avoiding any form of eye contact with the captain, kept his gaze on the fog-shrouded ships as he removed his coat. "Wear this and act like a Leiutenant," he says without emotion, tossing Katherine the blue-colored jacket.
Without waiting for a response, the Englishman moved down below decks for a few minutes and returned wearing the red coat of the rear admiral, with the English Cross of Saint George under his arm. Without a pause, Jonathan instructed a rigging rat to hoast the English flag before returning back to the railing. "My brother and I look alike," he says to noone in paticular, although clearly directed at Katherine, "and the Royal Navy is not known for having many commanders with intelligence."
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 8:31 pm
Rachel walks onto the deck and nears the Captain. She then sees the English flags, The Navy was docked at Divvytown, that could only mean one thing. Divvytown was taken over by the English Navy, and that wasn't a good thing. She turns to Katherine and the Quartermaster who was also there, noticing that Katherine had the blue jacket on, and Jonathan was wearing a red one which was most likely stolen from the prisoner.
"So, what's the plan?" Rachel said to Katherine, though it was more directed to Jonathan since he knew much more about the Navy than anyone on the Dementia.~~~~~ Gabriel had finished over half of the pile of rusty swords, most of them were so rusted that by the time he had got rid of the rust, the blade was as thick as a toothpick. He grumbled many times as he worked on each blade. The monkey had got him into this trouble, and the monkey was going to get scolded after he finished the remaining blades.
A fair pile of rust was at Gabriel's feet, he would continually stamp on it, and try to grind it into the wood. Once he finished the blades, he didn't want to have to sweep up all the rust so if he could hide most of it in the boards, he should be able to get out of a little work, right? The monkey stayed hidden behind a few barrels, scared of the woman who threatened she would eat him, and afraid his 'owner' was mad at him.
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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 8:59 pm
Minutes passed as Katherine stared at the coat in her hands, mulling over the tactician's plan. It rankled deeply that she'd have to even act as though anyone was her superior, especially Jonathan. Swallowing her pride, Katherine accepted that this was once more the best chance they had of freeing their crewmates, and they were long past the point of no return. She did however wait until Jonathan disappeared below to change into the jacket, saving her pride from a small wound at least.
Katherine pulled on the blue jacket reluctantly, grimacing at the ill fit and slightly musky smell of it, but also at the fact that she was wearing a navy costume. She struggled with her own instinctive dislike of any government force for a moment, but then in a burst of clarity realized that it was simply a game of deception, one of her favourite pastimes. The captain, now dressed as a lieutenant, thoughtfully plucked the various jewelry from her body and stowed them safely away beneath the coat along with her giveaway hat.
She then watched as Jonathan reappeared and the english flag was hoisted. Katherine wondered vaguely where he was producing these artifacts from, some nostalgic stash of keepsakes, perhaps? Katherine was oddly warmed by the thought that even the stoic english tactician had some soft spot, even if it were only in katherine's imagination. Then the memory of the disgusting love potion returned and with it Katherine's fury.
She refused to acknowledge his explanation of his actions, merely gripping the railing with renewed strength.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 9:09 pm
Jonathan inspected Rachel from head to toe, scratching his chin in thought. "My Lieutenant," he says, nodding over to the now-blue jacketed woman, "and I will disguise ourselves as survivors of the William II, and who were rescued by privateers and their captain," once again nodding, this time back toward his original query, Rachel, "under the service of the English Crown by way of a Letter of Marque."
The 'newly-promoted Admiral' turned back toward the ships in the distance. "These ships are under the command of just a captain and a handful of commanders. They will not question my orders, especially when they know who I am," he smirks devilishly before continuing, "their old Admiral who was lost in battle."
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 9:43 pm
Katherine narrowed her eyes at the audacity of the plan. It was harebrained and reckless, and it could very well work. "You should pray that they do no question you, or you will die before they even raise the alarm. By my sword." She made the venom in this statement clear by finally looking directly into Jonathan's eyes, pinning him with a freezing glare.
"Do you perchance have any idea where they might be holding the captives? Or if they'd even keep them alive?" Katherine didn't want to think too much on this last possibility, but she found herself unable to resist asking.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 10:55 pm
With a shrug, Jonathan replied in a monotone, emotionless voice toward Katherine, which was a rarity for him, making sure to emphasize only the key words, "If they are alive, and if they are held here, they would most likely be held in the town prison rather than be a liability on one of the ships." He nodded toward Rachel, "I'm sure your Master-At-Arms can stay far away enough from the fleet to not arouse suspicions while we take a rowboat ashore." The officer's gaze now met the Captain's, matching her glare with the same bit of hatred and revulsion in his eyes. "And I'll leave the parlaying to you, since you are obviously so sharp of wit with a silver tongue."
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 11:19 pm
Katherine was inwardly surprised at the sharp words from Jonathan, but more than ready to match his hostility with her own. She was also shocked that he would suggest the captain risk her life in such a foolhardy mission, but could not back down or suggest others go without looking a coward. Doubly Furious now, Katherine nodded sharply and gestured for Rachel to follow these orders.
"You are entirely correct, Mr Graves. However, I'm afraid a mere leiutenant holds far less sway than a great Admiral." She managed to fill the word with contempt, "So you shall do the talking. We'll have no papers and no force behind us, so you had better do it well."
With that, Katherine stalked away to have a jolly boat prepared for their departure. She gruffly commanded two reluctant deckhands to get in and be their rowers, as surely no admiral would do the hard labour himself. Trying not to shame herself by doing something rash like sticking a sharp object in the tactician, Katherine focused on clambering over the side and into the waiting boat.
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Posted: Tue Sep 05, 2006 11:40 pm
Jonathan didnt argue, and did not see any need to, though the desire was fully present. Without a further word, he got in to the small landing craft and awaited the two crewmen to lower the covert officers into the water.
The journey from the Dementia into the English-infested waters seemed to take forever, despite being only a few minutes. Jonathan's hand signals guided the rowmen toward the docks, allowing them to come in plain view to the awaiting guards, not expressing any apprehension or desire to hide anything. His only fear, however, was his 'Lieutenant', and how she might wreck the whole mission with just a single word.
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Posted: Wed Sep 06, 2006 12:29 am
As much as Katherine felt the urge to spit something harsh at the sullen tactician, she kept her lips firmly clamped together for the duration of the boat trip, quietly intimidated by the ships they passed as they approached the docks. Determined not to be the one to blow their cover, Katherine stood proud but silent as the deckhands tied off their small boat and assisted her onto the rotting wharf.
---continued in Divvytown---
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Posted: Fri Sep 08, 2006 12:36 am
Rachel sighed, all they could do was wait. The Master-at-Arms grew bored though, as the only officer on the ship she could bark out a few orders and have some of the deckhands do things to entertain her somewhat. But she was sure that would also grow boring after a while. She unsheathed her blade and smiled at the shine.
"It took quite a while to sharpen and polish you..." She was talking to her sword... A new low in boredom for her, "You better do well for me in battle" She wondered if the Inanimate object wasn't as inatimate as she thought. She had heard of swords that contained living souls, could her sword be one of those? Or was her sword just a plain old blade that was worthless other than its sentimental values. She sighed once more, then sheathed the blade.~~~~~ Gabriel had finished almost all the swords now! Once he was done he was going to go and wash up, he was covered in the rust he hd removed from the blades, and the floor beneath him was covered in rust again! He stepped onto the dust and ground it into the boards. It seemed he would need to move a bit if he wished to hide the rust that was removed from the blades as he had for the long while.
He picked up his stool and moved to another part of the armoury and began to work on the last few swords. He coughed a few times, noticing there were only five swords left after this one. He smiled, he was so close to getting washed up and feeling refreshed after a long night's work. Hopefully he would have the same peace and quiet after finishing the swords as he had while sharpening them all.
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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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