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 Posted: Sat Feb 10, 2007 12:02 am
It might have been the calm night, or the bump she recieved on her head in the battle earlier that day, but her dreams were filled with horrible images causing her to break into a hearty sweat and be awakened in the middle of the night.
Could it be real? Could the Lady really be slowly taking on water and sinking? Was it her imagination or was there no rock to the ship. Slipping from under the covers she lit a candle and looked around the small, dark room. Still empty. She wondered were the Captain was and how he faired.
Pulling on some pants and a shirt over her shift she went above decks to check on how things faired.
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 9:14 pm
(|Continued from the Quarterdeck|)
*Jack, opening the door to his cabin quickly quieted his activities, for inside the room there was activity. Opening the door a little wider, he peered into see a lithe young figure sliding out of her bed and shifting into some clothes that were laid about the room.
Was this the right cabin? If so, she must have been a passenger or have some reason for sharing the cluttered cabin. Thinking with a sound logic, Jack knocked lightly and entered into the room, his eyes adverted slightly towards the ground so as not to mistake her virtues. In his mind, he reasoned that if he had already agreed to sharing a cabin with the young woman that they both have already likey seen each other in something similiar to nude. He hoped this was near enough the truth as he slipped through the door and quietly eased the door clsoed again.
Once inside, he looked about the room. It was so familiar, so welcoming: cluttered, but welcoming nonetheless. He had to regain his memory and fast, but how long would it take. He needed something to boost his mind into a frenzy. Something to remind him of all that had happened in the last thirty or so years.. or at least something to bring him back to the present.
Crossing the room, his eyes were still upon the floor, trying desperatley not to betray his values, no matter how tempting it was to look at that her slim, smooth, gleaming young body.... NO! He wasn't the young midshipman he once was; not anymore. She must have trusted him to keep to himself, having trusted herself in his cabin... he musn't disrupt that mutual respect between them. Not to mention, there was the matter at hand: Dispatches, personal & of business. They needed to be sealed in that lead-covered envelope and tossed into the sea at the last minute...*
"Good Morning, my dear. I trust you slept well?"
*Oh, Lord... surley it wouldn't be pressing things to much if he were to be a little on the flirtatious side. Besides, for all he knew he might step from the fire into the frying pan once the 'Boadicea' took them as prisoners. When would another chance like this arise?
Moving towards the small writing desk in the corner of the room, Jack rummaged through the desk and it's drawers. Collecting all the papers that seemed of dire importance, he folded them and placed them inside the weighted envelope that would take the correspondences to the briney depths, to be turned to corruption. Placing the envelope in his breast pocket, Jack turned back to his room-mate. Taking a deep breath...*
"So... any nice dreams?"
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 7:11 am
( Contined from Main rpg)
Destiny followed the Captain back down to his cabin. She knocked on the door of his cabin, and then entered. She was nervous, but as Steward, she knew she had to take care of the Captain.
Sir, why are we surrendering? You are 'Lucky Jack'- you have pulled more daring escapes than this from with less than we have now. Are you truly giving up sir? What has happened to the daring Captain that sacked Toulon? or several other ports? Who disapeared more times than the English can count? Sir, don't take this as impertinace, but as Steward, you yourself said it was my duty to care for my Captain. Can you not think of another way for us to escape?
She then noticed Melaria in the background, and Destiny blushed..
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 8:10 am
(Continued from the Quarterdeck)
-Lightly rapping on the captain's door to announce that he was present he called from the doorway.-
"Captain I have a splendid idea! If we mark this exact spot that were on on a map, we can go ahead and abandon our stuff here for the time being until we can regroup and then come looking for it again. All I need are the cordinates and a trunk if you happen to have one laying around."
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 1:51 pm
*Grabbing a walking stick, Jack swept a blanket up from it's place on his bunk and flung it to the young woman that stood next to her bunk. He cradled his head against his hand, massasing his temples. Looking up, he chuckled and looked at the two who stood before him: they were so full of hope for his notorious luck. Though it seemed that his winds had finally died away and that the 'Lady' was left without a chance, stuck in a floating purgatory, as it were.*
"We haven't a chance in Hell. If we go into Berth, we'll be taken into a French prison, likely 'the Temple', and put to death over a short period of time. If we go inshore, we'll be battered to pieces by their long guns. The 'Boadicea' has the weatherguage no matter how we tack and wear. It is their duty to catch us, and therefore that is their goal: they shall not waver.
When the 'Boadicea' takes us aprize, we'll want our things, so Mr. Quasan, you'll be smart to forget your scheme for dropping our belongings. As for you, Miss Destiny, I appreciate your concern extremely. Believe me when I say that I'm not just giving up. I just need the time we don't have to come up with a plan. I've only begun to fight... remember that.
As for what is to become of us, I'd like to inform you both now that I shall be taking a small collection of the crew with me. For example, you Miss Destiny, as my Steward shall accompany me when the Admiralty takes me in. Along with us, there shall likely be whomever I decree as my 1st Lieutenant, Doctor Baxter, Miss Beumont as Purser & A Midshipman.
Your company is only requested. If you'd rather go with the rest of the crew, then you are more than free to do so. My only hope is that you all stick together. That is our only hope of survival. Now, go to what I've assigned to you.
Miss Destiny, once you've finished packing your things, please see to dousing the galley fires and then come aft to assist me in packing my valuables. Silver and other things of the sort are to be packed in an ordinary black scraggy chest. Then leave it here in my cabin. I'll see to it's stowage personally. It is wise for you to do the same with any vitals of your own keeping."
*Turning, Jack looked out of the stern windows. Though he wore a stern face, a solitary tear ran down his cheek. This was too much to bear. His ship of some odd years was to go to the hands of the English and likely be bought into service, or be scrapped. Hopefully the first.
Looking over his shoulder, Jack saw that the two were still standing there staring at him. They were either in shock from the situation or hadn't heard him.*
"GO!!! OBEY YOUR ORDERS, YOU DAMNED DOGS!!"
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Posted: Tue Feb 13, 2007 7:46 pm
Destiny flushed. This was only the second time in thier aquatinceship that he had raised his voice to her. Her voice was strained as she replied " Yes sir. As you order. And then in a softer voice she said " I hope you know what you're doing sir.
Destiny turned and limped out of the Captain's cabin, headed back to hers, then on to the galley.
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 2:38 am
*Ares walks down the hallway as she hears the Captain yelling*
...he's daft. He never yells....
*She walks over to his quarters and sees the others and Kuristofa, and bows a bit to the Captain*
Captain, sir. If you'd please, I'll sing to you for relaxation. That is, if you trust my siren song to not do any harm....
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 2:33 pm
The knock had been so silent she scant heard it, but the soft brush of the door against its well worn path on the floor made her snap her head to attention, feeling like a deer caught in a serene meadow who just heard a gunshot. Blushing a little when she saw that it was only the Captain, she smiled and quickly laced up her leggings.
Turning when she heard his question she thought the Captain had an odd look to him, his face was pale and his normally warm and expressive eyes seemed not to know hers. Her smile wavered a little and opened her mouth to answer but was cut off by two of the crew barging in. Dodging the blanket the Captain threw at her, she quietly sat down on her bunk to lace her shoes and listen to the strange conversation taking place. She looked up when the word 'surrender' was thrown into the room like an elephant.
Deciding to keep quiet she listened to the rest of the conversation, holding her tounge until the Captain and her were alone, not wanting to cross him infront of his crew as well as giving him a chance to explain what was going on. How long had she slept? It seemed like she missed days instead of hours, how quickly things could change.
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 11:14 am
"I refuse!"
-He said in a tone that sounded like a challenge.-
"I refuse that order just as I refuse to just give up and give in to the damned Boadicea!"
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Posted: Thu Feb 15, 2007 1:00 pm
I have to agree, Captain. I know this is insubordination, but I'm not going down without a fight. One last to-do....
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Fri Feb 16, 2007 10:06 pm
*Pacing to the stern windows, Jack gazed out at the fast flowing water as it drifted for miles behind in their own wake. It seemed almost hypnotizing: able to take your worries away as you stared into it's vastness.
Though at this moment, his problems were quite severely at hand. With the 'Boadicea' close behind on their quarter, the had spent all breeze from their sails, and now the crew was turning for the worst. Their loyalty was touching as it ever could be in such a pinch. It melted the soul to hear them go on about how they would die for the sake of the ship and it's company. But this was as far as the loyalty seemed to go. The fact of the matter was that they were challenging his authority, and this would not stand. Their words smacked of fear & insubordination, thus having the potential of an eventual mutiny.*
"Your words are touching, to say the least. Consider your worries noted. I understand that you want to go yardarm to yardarm with the 'Boadicea' and this I cherish with all my heart, but the point of the matter is we have a better chance of survival if we let them take us a prize.
Now, I shall not hear anymore of your disobiedence, do you hear me? Not another word. I am most pressed to lose my temper, and I am not usually one to be rash, but by god, if I am addressed once more on this situation with any of the crew's narrow-minded titter, I shall have you all in irons and shall hang you myself, depriving the English of the pleasure & festivities.
Now: I want my Lieutenants in their best uniforms, or something like one. Once you've packed your belongings, store your chests & dunnage in the boats. I shall see to it that the boats are lowered over the side and taken in tow. This shall protect them from any sort of act on the Boadicea's behalf.
Miss Ares, get your Guncrews into their best shore-rig: I wnat them dressed to the nines, or atleast as much as ever they can. Nankeen Trousers, Striped Shirts, Blue Frocks & Tarpaulin Hats. They are to look as seamen as seaman can get. I want their hair brushed & plaitted and done up in black ribbon. Make them presentable. Once this is seen to, it's everyman to his royalport gun and ready at his station. I want them ready as if it was Inspection Day, do you hear me? Also, load the guns with fighting powder: shot and all. Make it a right-well salute, you understand?
As for you, Mr. Quasan, it's Midshipman's Blues for you as well. Be sure to wear your dirk at your side and be as presentable as always. Once your ready, see to it that the arms chests are well supplied and stored against the sides of the gangways, well out of sight. Once that is done, report to the Quarterdeck immediatley. That goes for both of you..."
*Having not looked at them for the length of the orders, Jack turned and looked at them witha stern face, his eyes beaming with pride for his crew. His mouth was set in a half-smile, a rare sight for any of his shipmates to be let in upon. Strolling to his wardrobe, he opened the drawers and pulle dout his best dress uniform. Dusting it off, he grabbed a brush and begun to brush the coat until the epaulettes shown gold once more.*
"That will be all..."
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 9:52 am
Destiny made her way back to the Captain's cabin, and presented herself in the best uniform that she had. All of her weapons were in thier sheaths, hidden around her body. She pulled herself up, trying to hide how much her wound hurt, and smartly saluted.
Captain, the galley fires are out, and the silver packed into a chest. The galley is secure. I'm here, as you requested. I'm sorry for doubting you Captain. Together till the end..
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Admiral Lord Cochrane Captain
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Posted: Sat Feb 17, 2007 3:00 pm
*Turning, Jack twirled the brush in his fingers. The dust and grime of ages of neglect drifted off of his uniform and it's many decorations in small clouds. The gold guilt began to shine in the light one more.*
"Very good, Miss Destiny. Now, I should like it very much if you would roll charts and tie them neatly, placing them in that brass tube that hangs upon the coatrack. Then, if you'd please see that all the navigational tools are neatly placed and locked into their proper boxes, I should be f great hlep. Thank you."
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 2:55 pm
Yes sir, sorry sir. I sincerely apologize for doubting you. I shall inform the gunners.
*she takes a bow and takes her leave to the gun deck*
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Posted: Sun Feb 18, 2007 8:02 pm
*bursting into the captains quarters*
"Please tell me you have a plan, other than just giving up, does it have a second part that you aren't telling us? This isn't like you at all, The Jack I know would rather fight and die than be taken as a prize, and by the sounds of a good majority of the rest of the crew they feel the same way. Are you feeling okay, or are you just trying to find a way out cuz yer getting old and don't have it in ya anymore? What's the point of giving up when no matter how you look at it we're dead. So why not give it one last go eh?
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