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 Posted: Wed Oct 18, 2006 12:46 am
(Continued from Let's Make The Lady Dance)
*Aeoess opens the door, a little embrassed as usual since she knew she was interupting something the captain was currently doing.*
"Sorry yet again, my captain, but I wanted to know if you wished for me to look out in the 'nest for anything in particular. If not a strange man with a very strange accent asked me to clean a bell and swaab the deck, if yyou would like I could do that too.."
*She felt like she was rambling...So she..stood (She was unsure of whether or not she should sit anywhere in there, may be rude..After all, she might be tempted to rob him again..) waiting for an order, or a request of some kind*
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Posted: Mon Oct 23, 2006 8:22 am
Destiny smiled up at the Captain, hero worship in her eyes.
" Aye Aye sir! I shall endevour to do my best on the drawings.. although I'm not very good.. yet."
She looked around, and seeing Midnight, pulled out another plate, set of silverware, and a goblet from her satchel and held them out to the girl.
" Here you go. Here's another plate for you, if you wish to eat here."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 11:34 am
"Miss Aeoess, if you can not decide for yourself upon what your duty is, your never going to amount to much aboard a man-of-war or any other sort of ship. Your duty is either to your chores or to your place upon the masthead. Chores consist of: general cleaning, assisting in handling of the sheets & obeying your superiors. The only other thing you've been assigned to is the Masthead, of which is very self-explanitory: Confine yourself to the Maintops and keep a weathereye peeled for any other sort of sail on the horizon. Anything at all, report it to me immediatley.
As of now, we shall be hull-down upon Gibraltor in the next hour or so. You shall see the inner port where England's Blue Squadron makes berth. Once the ship comes within proper sights, I want you to take a tally of how many ships you see riding at anchor, plying to and fro: Any ship bearing a naval brand. Do I make myself clear? Right then, now go about your business.
Oh, and Aeoess: make sure to leave any of my personal belongings within my cabin. I won't hesitate to cut your hands from their rightful place..."
*Lowering his head into his hands, he rubbed his temples. With Aeoess delt with and what with Miss Destiny ran upon deck with ink & parchment; Midnight and he himself were left in peace at last. She could finally finish dressing and he could begin to dish-out what food there was placed before them.*
"Miss Midnight, would you care for a cut of this wonderfully tender roasted game fowl? I must say, Destiny has gone out of her way to present us with quite a fine meal. Though, I do hope to look forward to some soused hog's-face when we make berth in our next port... of which I wanted to speak to you about... when you have the time, of course."
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Posted: Fri Oct 27, 2006 7:27 pm
"Understood, sir!"
*Aeoess doesn't bother to salute this time..She hates the idea of cleaning a stupid bell, however she was proud of herself for at least one thing: she didn't steal the Captain's pocketbook nor did she steal any of his belongings. That was a first.
She ran back to where the man with the accent was to clean to bell*
(Continued in "Let's Make The Lady Dance ~ Ship's RP.")
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Posted: Sat Oct 28, 2006 10:36 am
She had finished dressing and taken eating utensles from Destiny before she had left and was listening to her stomach grumble at the sight of the wonderful food.
"I would much appreciate some sir, as you can probably hear." Smiling she walked closer to accept the plate of food the Captain had handed her.
"And about shore leave?" Her eyebrows perked up as she tucked acurl behind her ear to keep it out of the food. The clothes she had found were a little small but fit and covered what they were ment to cover. Here eyes met his in a questioning look as she forked a piece of meat on her plate.
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Posted: Thu Nov 02, 2006 2:59 pm
*He kept his nerves as much as humanly possible. He tried desperatley not to blush: Midnight's blouse and britches had shrunk, or rather she'd filled out. Her once petite adolescent frame had finally developed it's feminine volumptuality. Her curves had sprouted and along with them, her sexual appeal sprang into view. She was now a woman... and the blouse and britches framed it all perfectly. He tried to control it, but failed miserabley: his childlike boyish grin crept smoothly over his face. His eyes brightend and gleamed in the manner of which only he seemed to possess.*
"Ah, yes... shore leave"
*Pushing himself from his leaning position against his desk, he stood upright and walked, or rather seemingly floated, around the end of the table. Passing Midnight as he did so, he gave into wild temptation and gentley slid his hand smoothly around her, one hip to the other in a sort of circumnavigation. Rounding behind her, he glanced a small smirk at her as he ducked behind the chart-table and began ruffling through the mass of canvas and parchment. Shuffling about, he slid a large worn chart out from it's place amongst the heap and placed it upon the summit.
Grabbing his chart eyeglass, he placed the small brass instrument on the chart and adjusted it into focus. He then grabbed his bundle of slide-rules and charting implaments and neatly organized them off to the side.*
"This, my dear, is a chart of the West Coast of the Entirety of Europe. From the humid North African plains to the frozen wastes of the Scandinavian mountain ranges of Norway. It's all aid before you... and our present position, is thus."
*Taking a miniature place marker, that quite resembled their small floating wooden world, he measured between the Isle of Minorca and the Straits of Gibraltor. Finding his coordinates, he marked the spot with a small 'Ld.W.' and placed the marker atop of it.*
"We are currently located off the spit of the Straits of Gibraltor. Soon, we'll either engage the British Fleet and be sent to our maker, or with luck, we'll slip past un-noticed, possibley flying neutral or British colours.
After we pass by the Rock, I've ordered Mr. Ilor to make for Cape St. Vincent on the Portaguese Coastline just North of the Mediteranean Inlet. Once there we shall practice our gunnery... but afterwards, I'm somewhat lost.
It's either all for nothing and head for the West Indies, or I was possibley thinking of settinga course Nor'Northwest... England."
*He flopped into his chair heavily, and put his boots atop a nearby chest.*
"It's been 45 years since I've been home."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Fri Nov 03, 2006 1:31 am
Her skin tingled at his unexpected touch as he made his way around her to rustle through a trunk. Taken aback at his forwardness and rather excited about it she almost dropped the piece of meat hanging from her open mouth.
Coming back to reality she realized he had pulled out a map and was talking about their position, placing a marker that resembled a ship between two boughts of land.
"Home? To England it is?" She sat at the base of his chair, her legs folding under her and her delicatly pointed chin rising to look at him. He looked tired, worn.
"Would it be so bad to go home?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 04, 2006 1:06 pm
"I suppose not, it's just that old saying keeps repeating in my mind: 'You can't go back'. What's more is that it's true. I've gone back to places I've visited and everything has changed. People you care about disspear from view, places vanish... everything changes.
Frankly, I'm a little nervous about whether or not my family is still in existance. It's been 45 years... no word. My fault, and I know that for a fact. If I had sent word, somekind of hello... but I wnated to keep them safe, and the only way to do such is to say goodbye.
Now, England looms in front of me, and I'm all ahoo about where to set her into berth when we arrive. England still has a bounty out on my head, and though showing up on home-soil is the last thing they'd expect, it still makes me nervous... uneasy."
*Leaning forward, he placed his arms on the surface of the counter, and within his hands he placed his head. Rubbing his temples, he sighed*
"So, what do you think, my dear?"
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 1:36 pm
Seeing his obvious distress she placed her hand upon his knee and placed her head upon her hand, leaning into the warm smell of the sea that was his own.
"If you wish it, you will find a way home. You are the most noutorious sea captain and if you wish it, I will help to get you home."
Pausing, she looked up to see what she had said had taken any hold.
"As for your family, I hope in the depths of my heart that there is someone waiting for your safe return. Do what you feel is right to do. And if you find no one, know that I am here, waiting for you."
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Posted: Sun Nov 05, 2006 2:52 pm
*Slowly raising his head from his hands, he turned and faced the young woman at his knee. It had been so long since he'd been so close to her, her warmth was calming... so soothing. Her kind words had hit home.
His Officers & Crew were his family. Midnight spoke the truth. She would be waiting for him, and so would his crew. Then again, so many of the crew were from that foggy, soggy island and had not seen their family and kin in some odd years. Would half the crew return? Likely.
Looking into her eyes, he smiled. That old piratical grin returned to his tired and worn face. He was aging, of course.. but his boyish charm still seemed to lingure. Placing a hand to Midnight's cheek, he caressed it softly*
"Thank you.. for everything."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 10:44 am
Smiling her reply, she took one last glance at his tired face and rose to her feet.
"Thank you for sharing your meal with me but I must be getting above deck to see that everything is in order. Any requests you have of me?"
She pulled on a pair of boots and could feel his eyes watching her. Lacing them up one by one she raised her eyes to meet his. Wiggling her toes to make sure the boots haddn't shrunk or her feet haddn't grown she raised an eyebrow at the Captain wondering what he was thinking.
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Posted: Thu Nov 09, 2006 11:32 am
.. Stop staring, you damned fool...
*Tearing his fixed glance from hers, he cleared his throat and stood from his place. He'd quite dropped from his professionalism over the course of this conversation. The 'Great Man' had dropped to his knees and pouted like a blubbering schoolboy. Though it couldn't have been helped, he still loathed himself for it. It was better done now than having a mental breakdown before all the eyes of the general public.
Rolling up the charts before him, he glanced around the room.
Personal belongings and nick-knacks laid strewn about the room.
It was time for him to get back into the game.
He'd fallen far from grace: now it was time for him to
climb back to his place in life, but first...*
"Yes, quite right: it's your watch. Let us both see to our duties.
If you'd be so kind, kindly pass the word for the ship's purser,
Miss Syn Beumont. Let her know I'm to see her in the Wardroom.
That is all for now, Miss Melaria."
*Placing his knuckle to the tip of his hat, he saluted her. Waiting until she left the room, he straightend his jacket. Crossing the room to his looking-glass, he stared at his disheveled self. Having had little reguard for his uniform over the past few weeks, he'd completely ruined it: dirt smudges, coffee stains, tarred unravelled ends on the tails... even his hat had been sat upon, crushing it's pretty form. Letting out a deep sigh...*
"Oh, this will not do..." (|Continued on Main Deck|)
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Thu Jan 25, 2007 10:40 am
She entered quietly, not sure if the captain was asleep or working at his desk. She was almost dissapointed when she peered around the large oak door and did not see a candle half burned and a huntched form barely outlined sitting at the desk. Closing the door gently still she looked to his bunk, her well adjusted eyes could tell he had not been there nor was there now.
Thinking herself silly she went to her own bunk and tossed back the covers, opening her trunk and slipping on a sleeping gown. It was silly and frivulous, and if battle began again suddenly, quite embarassing to have to sword fight in, but it was her favorite. The light cotton felt cool and smooth against her skin and she could almost remember the woman who used to wear it and her memories that she wished to have back so desperatly. Slipping off her boots her feet felt good tuching the cool wooden floor.
Slipping in between the sheets she suddenly felt lonely. Even though she had only been back on the ship for a very short time she had grown accustomed to the captains light breathing. Along with the rocking of the ship it lulled her to sleep and gave her a feeling of companionship in the dark. She could not remember how long she would lie awake and just listen for another soft breath, but eventually her breathing evened out and she fell into a deep sleep.
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Posted: Fri Jan 26, 2007 3:55 am
[Continued from Wardroom]
*John walks in and notices someone sleeping*
Better be quiet...
*Goes over to the Captains table to look over some charts, but being so dark, John lit a candle to see better*
Hmmm....., they're all just too far..., Damn..
*John takes a deep breath and continues looking over the charts to see any vantage points; as well as keeping quiet and keeping a close ear for any sign of attack*
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 6:01 pm
oh Well...I'll just keep all of this in mind.
*John returns to the main deck*
[Main Deck]
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