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 Posted: Fri Jul 28, 2006 9:28 pm
Bo put her hands behind her head with a smile, aparently Gwen had a problem with her takeing the captain's cabin. Oh well... that was her problem. But what really got Bo was that aparently Gewn slept in the captain's quarters as well... oops..... oh well she would just have to be careful where she left her stuff so as her secret was not discuvered. Bo was just too lazy to switch rooms.
"But if we are ta share quarters, I'll have you know I sleep with knives."
Bo laughed at this. Yeah, like she had anything to worry about.
"Don't worry I won't be makin any moves on you any time soon"
she thaught to herself as she laughed her way back to her new quarters. Bo would look at their destination later, after a good nap... she really did need it after last night.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 10:02 pm
Right in what passed for a town on Tortuga, Gwylen was talking with a tavern owner. The subject was fresh food, and the yelling over just what passed for fresh. He was insisting the stuff was fine, but after smelling a couple of the crates she was insiting they all be oppened before she paid a thing.
After a lot more yelling pointing and outright threats to walk off, about a quarter of the crates had been thown out and the price had been lowed to her satisfaction. She'd also altered the agreement and gotten him to throw in transport back to the ship.
Waiting for the first load of creates and barrels to b readied, she leaned against the side of the taveren and observed the just who'd seen her screming like a fish wife, or in Tortuga's case, an unpaid whore.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 10:18 pm
Bo was just getting her own rest, and it had been about a half an hour before the sound of a great rumbleing on deck awoke her from her sweet dreaming. Needless to say Bo was none to happy with this and got up instantly to see what all the fuss was about.
She got out of her room to see a load of barrols being rolled on deck to re-stock the gally, clearly it was Gwen's doing. Bo walked through and around the crew of men loading the boat, rubbing the sleep from her eyes the whole way, to look over the railing in serch of Gwen.
Appon spotting Gwen by the tavern neer the docks Bo shouted accross the distance:
"ARE WE ALMOST READY TO MAKE WAY?!"
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 10:32 pm
Gwylen gave her a wave to indicate they would be, soon. There was still the matter of the Rum she had to deal with. Being as she didn't drink the stuff, she'd gone for what looked to be a decent establishment and bought more than would have been considered plenty in the navy.
For a bit extra, she was even getting him to haul it also down to the ship, but he was stubbornly refusing to do so for at least a day, saying it wasn't ready. She was taking this to mean it either it needed to still come in on a ship, or he wanted more money. As she wasn't giving him the latter, it remained to be seen what would happen.
To see which it was, she ducked into the Tavern to see what his drunks could tell her in exchange for a free drink.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 10:44 pm
Bo watched as Gwen went inside the tavern to do whatever she needed to do before they made way. In the meantime Bo decided to make herself useful by guideing those loading the boat in the propper direction. She didn't want anything where it shouldnt be, like fish next to the gun pouder or something.
Good thing too. These people had clearly never seen the likes of a Navy deck, let alone loaded one!
((and with this post I claim the 1,730th post of this guild!))
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 4:08 pm
Realizing that the purse was too light, maximus looked at it and realized it was empty. when he looked up he realized he had lost the drunk and couldn't find him. "dang and just when i thought i had made some easy money".
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 6:42 pm
Darien stood, and returned to the deck after hearing much a ruckus. Opening the door to the deck, he looked about. 'Supplies, excellent.' he grinned. HIs plan was unfolding, and he'd have whathe needed soon. 'You know what...' he thought to himself, heading to the captain. 'Captain, I'm wonderin' if you happen to have any spare flintlocks?' he asked. 'And the time to sufficiently train me to use it?'
He pointed to his gear, and spoke, 'You see, I've rarely been on the open seas, so I've not had much call for one, being someone who specialises in sneaky attacks, and... 'gatherings...' I thin that now as part of yer crew, I'll be needin' trainin' in one sooner rather than later.'
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 7:32 pm
Bo was not too worried about being attacked. They bore the Royal Navy flags after all, and with such a big ship the chances of a pirate crew wanting to take them on was slimmer then anyone could expect. In the lamest terms, they where under the protection of the ultamate bluff.
With those thaughts running through Bo's mind, cuppled with a crew loading their boat and didn't know where everything went; Bo compleetly blew Darien off with a wave of the hand, and an explanation.
"We don't need to be worryin' about any attacks. This boat bears the Royal Navy's flags so they won't touch us. It is also one of the bigger ships, as luck might have it, So pirates assume a bigger crew is on board to man her and won't want to deal with us. If someone dose have the guts to attack us, I think with such guts they'll deserve this ship.... even if it is for a short time...."
She added the last part with confadence. She wasn't called one of the best Sharp shooters in the Navy for nothing. And with her knowlage on how pirate rades are normaly conducted, chances where they would know a long time in advance if someone was on their tail.
with Darien delt with she resumed her manner of conducting traffic for loading the boat.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 7:58 pm
Darien frowned. 'Yes, but I still would be needin' to know how tyo use the damned thing.' he said. 'Quite alright, I'll be right back, then.' he said, walking down the gangplank.
The treasure hunter weaved through the crowd, bumping into a person every so often, and relieving them of their most heavy purse. He looked about, and found what he was looking for. A shop with a red handprint on the door. 'Just what I need.'
He walked into the shoppe, and moved to the counter. 'Jean!' he called. A Frenchman with brown hair walked out of the backroom, and to the counter. 'Ah, bonjour monsieur Darien. Comment vas tu?' he asked.
'Dammit, Jean... How many times... Bah. I need a flintlock, and now. Give me a good one.' he demanded.
The Frenchman walked into the store room, and came out with a flintlock with a black handle, gold plated barrel, and writings on the wood supporting the barrel. 'Il coute quarante-cinq shillings.' Jean said.
'Forty-five?! Christ, man.' the thief replied. 'Alright.' he said, pulling out one of the pouches. 'That should pay it.' He new the wight of the pouch was 48 shillngs worth, so he didn't care. 'Anon, Jean.'
'Au revoir, mon ami!' the Frenchman replied, handing the gun over and taking the pouch anxiously.
Darien put the gun in his belt, in the front as to keep it close, and headed back to the ship. Reaching the Fate, he walked up the gangplank quickly. 'Hopefully, I can figure it out...' he said, moving back to the chartroom.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 10:08 pm
Gwylen had been having some measure of success in the travern, chatting up the drunks who worked for the owner every now and then. So far she'd been mistaken for a whore a few times, and gotten offers that she felt were a touch low. Hell she had all teeth and was clean.
So far as the rum went, her suspicion was somewhat confimered by her latest drunk. "What's a thing like you needing to know about the rum? He's just stalling 'till the fool ups the price....Now what say you to a drink?" Politely removing herself from his arm, she smiled and started to make her way out.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 10:26 pm
Noir smirked a smirk of well feindish delight would best describe it. He carried a large nondescript sack over his shoulder while he whistled a tuneless tune. His gold sack felt significantly lighter, but he smiled on the inside and outside, he was getting out of here and he had all of his trade tools to make a suessfull journey. Getting off the ship had been no trouble, he had a talent for making people forget about him. He reboarded the gangplank shifting the bulging sack on his shoulder. "Ready to get out of this rathole of a town eh?" he wasn't sure who was aboard, but someone would undoubtly hear him.
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Posted: Mon Jul 31, 2006 10:51 pm
'I've a lot to figure out.' Darien told himself, returning to the deck once more. He looked about, and went to the port side of the ship. 'Where's that lass? She's a fine piece of eye-candy.' he said, looking out onto the docks. Spotting her in the distance, he grinned. 'Heh, how about that. Wonder what she's up to.'
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Posted: Tue Aug 01, 2006 7:54 pm
Once everyone cleared out of the deck, Stara made her way to the main mast. Thinking there wouldn't be a problem with the boy, she decided to check out her "workspace". She eyed the mast and the shrouds, looking for ways to get up to the Crow's Nest. Ahh, the Crow's Nest...that miserable wooden bucket... She thought, now looking around the deck. The many years she'd spent up there, wasting most of her talents, had taught her how to get up there without being followed. After a moment, she spotted what she needed.
It was a 15-meter-long rope laying unused by the starboard. First, she'd tie one end into a hangman's knot. Once she did that, she looked for a high, strong pole which could hold her weight. Once the rope was secure, she'd began to climb up the mast, the rope firmly grasped in her hands. During this stunt, Bahari would claw his way up until he reached the nest. Unable to get in on the Nest alone, she would put him on her shoulders and they would both enter the bucket. Once she was positioned inside and her bag was placed on the floor, she leaned against the mast and just looked behond.
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Posted: Wed Aug 02, 2006 9:49 pm
Jackson walked around Tortuga a book in his hand he leaned on the wall of a building he looked at people passing by sometimes glancing at him he walked away from his spot and into an alley still reading."Why is everyone looking at me...."he thought he was confused.
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Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 1:48 pm
"Oh, to hell we must sail for the shores of sweet Barbatos, where the sugercane grows taller then the gods we once beleved in."
Bo sang her way up to the deck as she ushered the last loading man out of the gally and down the plank. She was in a really good mood, being acting captain of a ship really felt good!
"The butcher and his crown, rape the land we used to sleep in. for tomarow's chimes and ghostly crimes, haunt Tabaco Island!"
On her way back onto the boat she caught the treasure hunter looking down the docks at Gwen and shook her head. Bo stopped her singing to walk up behind the treasure hunter and, loudly state the fact he was being quite the perv.
"Now's no time for sight seein' mate... why don't you do something useful and show me where we are headed."
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