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 Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 8:27 pm
 Though armed with twin rapiers at her belt, Fleur-de-Lis wasn't the least bit threatened by the man. Still, she made it a point to continue reading the book she picked up before the captain so rudely burst into the cabin (even though it was HIS cabin). Even though the book was upside down, that did not deter the woman from enjoying a leisurely read. "I assume you're the captain of this fine vessel, aye?" she asked, not looking up from her wayward reading. "You really should install a door in your cabin. You honestly can't expect me to climb through the window every single time I want to talk to the captain."
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Posted: Wed May 09, 2007 9:37 pm
"Oh poot!" Mariko cried. "And poot to you all! Why bother with a door?" she demanded crossly. "There's a mighty fine window, wot a waste! Poot! A waste, Ah says!"
With a curious book at the books around (sadly, none of them were in any Africaan language), Mariko began to sniff, despondantly looking for any hopeful trace that maybe, just maybe, the Captain with a cute little butt was female. Unfortunately, the cabin seemed made and occupied by those of the male gender.
"Say, this ye cabin, Cap'n?" she asked finally, turning to face Tracey. "Ah never knew you kept a parrot here."
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 5:08 pm
Tracey was no convinced, he attracted crazies. First was that blonde Anvlope or something like that, then Mariko and Alette now this new woman. Well, that is not fair, she didn't seem that far off at first. Reading upside down, well it could be possible, and she wasn't fool enough to draw her weapons, that spoke well for her at least. "Aye, I am Captain Tracey."
Honestly, he wanted to say something snaky about her just appearing on his ship uninvited and that the climbing is good for her. In stead, he told her, "There is a door, the one we just came through, leads to the hall to the stairs to the top deck. I'd rather you never try the window again." Nothing better then having to explain why there was a woman in his cabin at random times or wake up in the middle of the night with someone randomly in his cabin that shouldn't be there.
Looking back to Mariko he told her, "The point to a door is it is easier to use then climbing up feet and feet of rope to go through the window." He was wondering why he was even trying to explain this, it was pointless.
Now they were both looking around his cabin, he hadn't even had a chance to change it over completely. A lot, he'd keep around, he was Irish and so was the former Captain, so there were bits of home that he appreciated.
Now, he was getting the creepy feeling that Meriko might be confusing people for parrots, in which case he was NOT keeping a cannibal aboard his ship! "I don't keep a parrot in my Cabin, she is a person not a bird." She was bird-brained thats for sure. Where were all the level headed, intelligent pirates? He thought about recruiting a strategist and surgeon, but was doubting there was an able minded one in the bunch that seemed interested in his ship, besides the few like Victoria and Tia.
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 10:46 pm
Mariko sniffed haughtily. "You're no fun," she whined. "Wot's the point o' going through doors, no fun at all?" she exclaimed. "Why, Ah sometimes wonder if Alette and I are the only sane ones here!"
She ruffled through the drawers yet again. "Say, is there food here? Like parrots?"
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 11:35 pm
"I wouldn't be taking the window if you installed a damn door," the French woman exclaimed at the captain. "Just because there is a doorframe and a plank of wood with a knob to turn and/or unlatch, doesn't automatically make it a door." Fleur dismissed the issue, quite literally with a wave of her hand, and extended the same hand in greeting. "The name is Princess Fleur-de-Lis, master Musketeer and heir to the French royal crown. I hear you are taking a voyage in your ship. May I join?"
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 7:13 am
Tracey uttered a curse in Gaelic when Mariko claimed to be one of the only sane ones on the ship. He wondered if the former captain was somewhere laughing at him for this.
Eyeing Mariko as she ruffled through his things, he was starting to wonder if being patient was a good thing for a Captain. "No, all food is in the galley, go check there if your looking for something to eat." Normally, he'd want to keep a few captured parrots for trading, but the birds do no good if they would get eaten.
Clearing his throat, he tried not to say anything about the skepticism, a healthy view but in this case, he was not happy with her having it. "Skepticism, healthy but the door what it appears to be, a door." He turned on her, doubting that she was as she says, he had never heard of a princess behaving as such. Still he shook her hand, properly introducing himself. "Captain Tracey Tans, Irish." The more non-English or at least those that don't like the barren rock, the easier it would be to attack a vassal of theirs.
"We are," He informed her, "You may join if two conditions are met. The first, understand that titles, beyond those you earn on this ship, do not matter. You will be treated equally with the other sailors. Second, you have an impressive history, if you will elaborate on what skills you possess, and can provide evidence that you have them, then we can speak of your position and pay aboard my vassal."
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 9:00 am
"Certainly, Captain Irish," Fleur-de-Lis exclaimed, jumping up on the captain's table, spilling the various nicknacks that were oh-so carefully placed there by the prior inhabitant of the cabin. "I have fought off hordes of unwashed cajuns," she proudly shouts, drawing her twin rapiers and striking a pose for emphasis, "I have fired cannons at various English warships with only a three-fourths misfire rate, and I have romanced many men and women the world over!" Fleur jumps down from the table, sheathes her swords, and dutifully brushes herself off like a lady. "Does this suit your need, Captain Irish?"
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 4:33 pm
Mariko puffed up, almost literally bristling. "That's nothing!" she scoffed. "I had an affair with King Loius the FOURTEENTH!!" Mariko sniffed disdainfully. "He was decent for a man; had the best set of breasts I've ever seen. And the second-best butt; the best one's on the Cap'n here."
To the Captain, she declared, "Alette and Ah found out you don't keep parrots in there, where ye hidin' the birds? No Cap'n, no matter how cruel, hides parrots from his crew! Why, Ah'd rather be starved of RUM!"
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 7:56 pm
Tracey was just glad nothing broke besides his resolve to stay calm, "Call me Captain Tracey, no need to use my last name nor nationality." He didn't say please but his tone was at least still in polite levels. It took a lot not to snap at her to get off his table.
At least, he was calm enough to notice she seemed to be capable with the swords. "Your gunners credit works, but the romance is something we do not need. But very well, I will allow you to join the crew as a gunner."
He could stand Mariko alone, but it was embarrassing and discredited him when around other people, that he had trouble standing. So, he finally told her, "I am cruel enough to throw all the rum over board if behavior proves it necessary." He was going to do it anyway but no one needed to know that, "There are no parrots on this ship because the only good I see in them is to sell, not eat." This was getting taxing, so he was going to get them out of his cabin before more trouble arose.
Moving to the side, he says, "Now, Fleur-de-Lis, if you will exit through this door, you can pick your cabin out among the ones that are unoccupied at all." He really hoped that was clear enough, he should be setting course not dealing people off kilter. Well he still had to try and find the strategist and surgeon, this was not his day.
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 8:07 pm
Mariko nodded at Tracey, impressed. "Good, good, 'cause rum's no proper snuff for roast parrot," she agreed. "It's neigh-time we gots a Cap'n that understands proper cookery! Chardonay- now that's what sets off the bird! May Ah suggest also Burgundy? Parrot- it's good with red or white!" she hollared, but sobered (no pun intended) at Tracey's statement about parrots only good for selling. "But- But- But-" she spluttered.
"Why, there are surely enough parrots in the world, there's bound to be leftovers for us poor women after you've sold them off to the taverns and restaurants onshore!" she cried pathetically.
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 1:26 am
Fleur nudges the woman beside her. "Mayhaps we will be working together in battle, mademoiselle," she notes with a wry grin, raising a fist in the air in triumph. "Together, we shall strike our enemies down with the combined power of our lactating mammaries!" Fleur-de-Lis charges toward the open window and stops briefly to continue her rant, "Onward! In the name of Greek pornography!"
And with that, the woman jumps out of the window, grasping for the rope hanging outside, but failing to catch it. A loud splash can be heard, followed closely by, "I meant to do that!"
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 10:39 am
"Yes!" Mariko screamed, tripping over a stray book on the ground. "I'M A MAN!" she shouted, pulling herself up with a large hand on the table, and rushing to the window, she stuck her entire upper body out and yelled to Fleur,
"In zee name ov Francie and Cuba, let us destroy ALL Spanish ships we care to cross! Right, Cap'n Tracey?"
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 8:01 am
Tracey very slowly brought his hand up to his forehead, and shook his head. Would he even set sail properly. At least in retaliation to the insane French woman, he would bored up the windows, only allowing enough so that he could have light and air, but not big enough for someone to bust in. Alcohol is off the ship, with people like this, he wasn't able risk them worse with drink.
Finally, when Mariko said something worth responding to, he says, "Spanish ships and English will both shudder to encounter us before they sink." It was his goal, in the name of Ireland, but without sane crew, at least one that can understand the need for a door, it didn't seem possible to reach.
Finally, tired of the violation of his cabin, he told Mariko, "I am giving you deck watch, get on deck and keep look for ships or unknown persons approaching the ship. If anyone wants to see me, bring them down. Otherwise, the deck is yours to watch." He spoke the command as the order it was, there was a lot of work for him to do in his cabin, thanks to the women, and he had to decide if he could even risk going out to sea without apparently seaworthy people aboard.
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 11:34 am
Mariko cheered and thumped Tracey heartily on the back. "Aye!! And-" She gasped so loudly it seemed more like an inverse belch than a surprised gasp.
"YOU'RE GIVING ME DECK WATCH?" she screamed, her eyes flipping out twice their size. "OH MY GOOD GOD I'M SO PROUD OF MYSELF!
INDEED CAPTAIN! AH SHALL WATCH THE DECK LIKE NO ONE HAS EVER WATCHED THE DECK BEFORE!" she shrieked, hurtling her large frame around the cabin with mad joy. "THE DECK IS MINE TO WATCH! THE DECK IS MINE TO WATCH! THE DECK IS MINE TO WATCH! !" Mariko stuck her head out the window.
"FLEUR-DA-LIS! DIDYA HEAR? THE DECK IS MINE TO WATCH!
I shall make you VERY PROUD, Cap'n Tracey!"
And contining on this tangent as well as whooping and hollaring, Mariko shot out the door, up the steps, and onto the deck.
"THE DECK IS MINE TO WATCH! "
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 8:53 pm
Tracey watched Mariko, getting the impression no one had given her duities like that, or at least not often. As he thought about weither or not sugar was completely needed or not, he kept watching her.
When she was finally gone, he set about fixing up his cabin and tring to think of how much wood he'd need to fix his widow's opening problem
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