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 Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:11 pm
"That's the spirit lass! Metinks a song is in order. One eye pete, give us a tune!" He merrily called out.Indeed, a very one eyed demon stood up. A black patch latched onto his other eye.
"Rum is the life of man,
Rum Johnny.
Oh I'll drink rum when I can,
Rum for my Johnny.
Oh Rum straight and Rum Strong,
Give me some Rum and I'll sing you a song!
O rum makes me wear ol' clo'es,
Rum gave me a broken nose.
Rum killed my poor ol' dad,
Rum druv my mother mad!
If rum comes too near my nose,
I tip it up and down she goes.
A glass of grog for every man,
And a bottle full for the shantyman!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:19 pm
Laughter escaped out of her as she listened to the shanty, and she tipped back her mug and finished off the burning liquid. She felt a little funny, as if she were floating, but she knew her bottom was right on the seat.
Soon, though, her head went from fuzzy to swimming, and she felt completely disoriented. Getting up, she swayed a little and sat back down, blinking slowly in confusion. The young lady had never had liquor of any sort before, and it was going right to her head very quickly. She looked around for Black Jack, needing air, and help up to air.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:25 pm
And with Black Jacks careful eye on her, he noticed right away when she went a lookin for help. "Cap'n!" He tried to stealthily whisper with a sharp nod towards her. And that was his cue. Could always count on ol' Black Jack as a wingman! Giving a few grins and nods, Darias lifted from his seat to shuffle over to the shetani. "Aye girlie, yer head looks like it be swimmin. Come on deck with me." He spoke while offering an arm and a quick look to the crew around.
Basically, if they wanted their liver intact, don't follow.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:33 pm
Andromeda grasped the offered arm tightly as she used it to pull herself back up steadily. "Aye..." She whispered out, blinking a few times to focus her eyes on what she assumed was Darias.
She stumbled, clutching tightly to his arm as she steadied herself in the rocking vessel. It felt like a sluggish, spiraling eternity before she felt the cold breeze of the ocean as they reached the deck. "Hell... I can't see straight..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:36 pm
With his strong arm, he rather easily led her through the obnoxious crowd of partying pirates, and up the stairs to the salty breeze above. By now the stars had come out, and only the moon illuminated the deck in a pale white light. He gently led her towards the edge, just in case she needed to empty her stomach. "Aye. The devils spit'll do that do ye. Be it yer first time swallowing the hard stuff?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:41 pm
"Yeah... never drank before." She reached out to the edge, grabbed the rail, and slowly sank herself back down to sitting. It was less spinney down there on the ground, and the breeze felt so nice. She looked up at the moon and sighed heavily, eyes glassing over a bit before she spoke again.
"Why did you agree to me coming aboard?"
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:47 pm
He chuckled at the admission, but truthfully he had already known it from her reaction. He turned to lean his back against the railing, looking down on her head. "Yargg...I s'pose I recognized a look in yer eye. A need fer freedom. It's why any of us started 'ere. Question be...why do you be wantin' freedom?" Black Jack telling him of her sharp response of not saying goodbye, only solidified his inkling. There was something she wasn't sharing.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 10:58 pm
She fell silent for a bit, staring up at the bright moon above her as she trudged through her thoughts and words. "Because that place is a prison... No one trusts anyone; no one CAN trust anyone."
She fell back into silence for a while longer, then started laughing hysterically at something that was apparently funny.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 11:03 pm
He was inclined to chuckle with her as he slid down to sit beside her. "Naw, we all know that. But we be hardened sealads. You....yer a pretty lil thing. Now what...or who...jaded that mind of yers?" He took a swig of the mug he brought up with him before lookin at her from the corner of his eyes. "Best let it out 'ere, so you can sail out with no anchor tomorrow."
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 11:09 pm
Her head tilted back farther so she could look up at him. "Lies. All the damned lies that everyone told."
She started giggling again. "Did... did you know that love is a complete lie? It's the most painful, vile thing in the world, and it masks itself as this beautiful, happy thing. It's not, though... nothing but pain, misery, and deception."
Her voice trailed off again, but the she spoke, staring back at the moon in the sky. "Stupid sister thinks what she had is love... but there's nothing there but self inflicted pain. Hell, my parent's claimed to be in love and to never be without each other and they're divorced. I... will never be like them. Like any of them. Ever."
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 11:17 pm
Well, the amount of bitterness in such a pretty package was surprising. He raised an eyebrow and took another mouthful of rum, turning the facts over in his mind. Even though this was well into his second cup, years of hard drinking made him barely even fuzzy. "Well, ye came to the right place. No love 'ere. 'Cept a love for booty, grog, and the feelin of salty wind on yer face." Another swig, this time finishing off the cup. "We won't be comin' back to this port fer months. We'll take ye aboard, show ye the ropes. But this be yer last chance if you'd want to stay." And the reason why he had this little conversation. Darias was no fool. If after a month, she'd start whining and being homesick, he'd hate to make her shark meat for pity of his own ears.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 11:25 pm
"Why the hell would I want to go back to THAT?" She looked at him like he was crazy. "There's nothing left that I'd want to go back to. There's no home, there's no family."
She stood herself up slowly, then stumbled a little as the boat bucked a little, and grabbed the nearest support to catch herself. She let go with one hand and looked at the broken skin and mangled blisters on her hand. "I'd rather have these for the rest of my life than to go back there."
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 11:32 pm
He watched her try to stand up -try the key word- as she stumbled and managed to clamp onto his head. Which coincidentally pushed down his hat.
If she wasn't drunk, woman or not he would've clobbered her.
"A'ight, a'ight. I'd keep sittin if I were you. Feel the grogs effect more when standin." And it would keep her hands off his hat! "But we be needin a better name fer you. 'Androwhatever' is...too purdy. Too soft. Not a good killer name. Doesn't strike fear into yer poor souls heart as you run dem through."
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 11:45 pm
Nodding, Andromeda slowly made her way back to the floor to sit, still leaned against him. "How 'bout... Slagathor, Destroyer of Worlds." She looked up at him and grinned. "I would make a great Slagathor."
Her head began to feel heavy as the waves rocked the boat gently.Her eyelids closed halfway as she shifted to lean into the softest thing near her. It just happen to be a very comfy shoulder of her companion. She stared at the wooden planks that made up the deck, her eyes wandering through the grain of the wood.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2015 11:50 pm
He snorted at the name, but let her use his shoulder as a pillow. "Sure. Mark me though, I can promise the crew won't gut ye, but I can't promise they won't laugh at ye." Destroyer of world. Might as well aim high if aiming at all. His free hand reached up to straighten his hat. "I tink you'll make a good buccaneer. Female er not." Maybe that was the grog talking there. He typically wasn't the warm and fuzzy sort. But sitting there, oddly comfy, watching the glowing moon above. Did stir an odd sentimental feeling. Or perhaps indigestion. One or the other.
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