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 Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 12:06 am
*Looks about the crew and his men*
You heard the Captain, ready the sails, and pray mercy on your souls.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 8:01 am
"I think I have an idea that the cap'n might like. I'll be right back! John, don't let anybody touch my stuff just yet!"
(Continued in Private Quarters)
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 8:49 am
*Aeoess couldn't believe her ears...It was as though the Lady was to merely be given to the English...After everything...
She let out a huge sigh.*
"So, after everything, we are to give up, just like that..."
*She then looked to Destiny*
"...I'll meet you in the galley once I've changed."
*Continued in the nest (Only to change in what is her bunk), and then to the galley.*
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 1:19 pm
No....
*she takes out her dagger and stabs it into the deck's railing*
No. I won't do it. I'm not doing this. We're not done yet!
*she takes her dagger and puts it to her neck*
I might as well just take my life....I'll not have a skanky Englishman take my pride and then my life. Women don't do well in prisons.
*she puts her dagger away and runs down to the gun deck. She grabs pistols and swords and any other weapon she can muster on herself, and goes back up to the deck*
They will not get me without a fight....
*goes to the Captain's quarters*
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 6:47 pm
Syn had no belongings worth truly keeping. Everything she owned was cheap trinkets she had picked up here and there, and she had no best clothes. She whistled, the sound quavering a moment, but managing to ring out. The bird, Tuslo, flapped out from its hiding spot lower in the ship and landed on her shoulder, ducking its head against hers. She was rocking back and forth on the stairs, her already twisted mind struggling to wrap around this. She had seen the admiral who would take them in, even if only as a tiny accountant darting to and fro on the ship performing inventory before it left. The thought of being face to face with him, with the English again, made her stomach roil. More than anything she feared their wrath.
She jerked down her sleeve, the black outline of an albatross tattooed on her lower arm. Once more that 'oddity' flicked across her form and she grimaced, pulling her sleeve back up again. She couldn't take it. She needed comfort. Tears couldn't, wouldn't come, so she'd settle for the next best thing.
Darting down into the belly of the ship, she soon came back up, holding a violin and bow that had somehow survived the battle. Laying it to the strings, she began to play a dirge, the mournful notes ringing across the deck.
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 7:31 pm
((I'm very sorry I haven't been around for so long. It was partially due to lack of time for the internet and partially due to lack of imagination as to what to do next. I'm sorry. I have been keeping up with the reading, though. I'm sorry if it has been so long that I now seem instrusive.))
*So they were just giving in? The idea was almost too horrifying to allow to permeate Omi's mind, and yet there was no alternative. Sure, she had always figured hanging to be a better death than some of the other options, but it still seemed a sorry way to go. Orders were to be followed, so she set about scrubbing, but she couldn't get over the sick, sinking feeling in her stomach. Just didn't seem right.*
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 5:09 pm
Upon hearing the decision of the officers, a hard look came over Dr. Morgan's face. As the captain gave his orders, Morgan departed for the Wardroom to find his bag. His cat, with a piercing glare at the bird Tulso, followed him below.
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 3:01 pm
One final salute....
*she muttered to herself as she headed towards the gun deck and looked at her men, frightened of the English fist coming down on their heads*
Alrigh', here's what's gonna happen. You are to be dressed in yer best. Hair brushed and plaited, black ribbons and all. You are to be presentable as seamen. Once that task is done, this deck had better look like it's ready for inspection. Load the guns for one last grand salute. This place had better look spick-and-span, aye?
*she watched as her crew looked at her silently*
Well, get to it!
*she goes down to her bunk and begins dressing in her best*
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 7:43 am
((Continued from private quarters))
-After his brief quarrel with the captain, he decided to obey his commands and returned to the main deck. He was already dressed for the occasion and was in his finest clothes. He looked around the deck to see who else was prepared for the captain's inspections.-
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Posted: Tue Feb 20, 2007 8:53 am
*John heads off to the Captains quarters to give update of the ship*
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 8:36 am
After a few minutes Syn set the violin and bow aside, crouching on the railing without a sound. She watched as the rest of the crew started to come onto the deck, dressed in their best clothing. Feeling oddly out of place clothed in the only outfit she owned, she brushed herself off, trying to wipe the grime off, running a hand through her wild mop of unnaturally gray hair. Her twisted mind was trying to sort aside what she feared and what she didn't. The fear of being violated in prison was nearly nonexistant as she was not a particularly lovely girl. If anything, she was making plans as to how she might be able to keep such a crime from happening to the other women aboard the ship. The idea of torture was what really made her shiver, sick at the thought. Another matter was what to do with Tuslo. She had to send him away so he wouldn't be hurt... she sighed, and stroked the head of her beloved pet as she thought through this.
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 12:24 pm
*she walked along the deck, thinking about what was going to happen to all of them after the capture. She knew the Captain would die. He had said so himself. Obviously, he was ready for this to happen, but she wasn't. What would she do without him? Regardless, she would probably die as well. To die at an Englishman's hand....how insulting. She sighed to herself and walked the other way. In the least punishment, she would be branded for life and sent away to try to find a better one.*
That'll never work....
*she muttered to herself as she paced, wondering if her siren song could get them out of this mess*
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Posted: Fri Feb 23, 2007 7:03 am
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Lower the boats and start packing on the cargo, GET TO IT
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Posted: Sat Feb 24, 2007 7:04 pm
(Continued from the captain's quarters)
*Aeoess let Eittik walk upon the deck while she was seeing how many lockpicks she had with her, she only have 7, so she felt that she should try to give them to some people who would take enough initative to save themselves and the crew.
She then saw John loading the boats. Her and Eittik walked to him.*
"...You've used a lockpick before, right?"
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