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 Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 4:00 pm
Calico Jack sat behind his desk,passed out. Around him lay the loot he had been counting and dividing up fairly for his men. A sudden yell that could only belong to Bastien woke him from his coma like slumber. The man sat up abruptly and stretched,eyeing the loot that lay around him once more.
"I hope I'm done...."
He groaned loudly.
After a few more hours of bellowing orders,Bastien finally issued the call for the end of the work day.
"Ahoy men! Work is done already! Go get some grog or somethin in the Galley ya swabs!"
He shouted cheerfully. His call was followed by various "Aye ayes!" As the sailors and swabbies alike poured into the galley for some supper. Bastien himself however stayed upon deck,leaning over the rail to get a better look at the sea.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:22 pm
With images of grog and meat playing at his mind, Terrance sprinted towards the galley, pushing people over on his way there. He stopped before the stairs that led down to the lower deck and turned. He called to Gunver.
"Hey, Gunvy!" Gunvy being Gunver's affectionate nickname, " You comin'? Need help?"
Gunver was walking along, people passing him as they ran ahead. He shook his head, as a "no, go ahead". The food would still be there when he got there. Someone always saved him a plate of pig or lamb.
He started walking faster, his stomach getting the better of him, when he saw Bastion looking intently at the water. What's he doing? Gunver thought.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:39 pm
Bastien sighed and detached from the railing,making his way back to the Captain's quarters. The man caught Gunver staring and waved the boy off as he climbed up to the Captain's cabin.
"Oi! What'cha doing Swab? Go eat already!"
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:52 pm
Gunver nodded, satisfied. He began walking towards the galley, stomach whining loudly, false leg making a racket as it did something that resembled walking.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 7:59 pm
Bastien kicked the door of the captain's quarters down and screamed loudly.
"YOU BILGE RAT! WHAS THIS MESS DOIN HERE?!"
He gestured to the fallen piles of gold.
"You swabbie! You barely even counted it!"
The captain screamed loudly like a little girl.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 8:08 pm
On his way down the stairs, Gunver heard Bastion bark like a rabid dog and the captain scream like a bird being castrated. Bastion must've caught him sleeping again, Gunver thought as he plodded his way down the stairs. Bastion really shouldn't be yelling at the captain as he was. God help him if the captain wasn't a laid back man. Bastion would've been hung years ago.
Oh well, he thought before the scents of pork overtook him.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 8:14 pm
The smell of grog was making the air sickening. Mattie scooted into the corner,trying to get away from the rowdy sailors so she could read the old map better. She was failing.
The captain slowly stopped screaming and stood up,dusting off his coat he plopped back into his chair and smiled at the other man.
"Anyways...we're going to dock tomorrow."
Bastien raised an eyebrow. He had guessed as much; stocks were running low,the sails were getting tattered,and barnacles had to be scraped off the hull.
"Port Royale,eh? I'll tell the men."
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 8:33 pm
It had only been about five minutes, and Terrance was already drunk off his rocker. He pulled his head off the table in time to see Gunver come down the stairs. He smiled drunkenly.
"Gunby! M' maaaaannn!" he slurred, only half conscience. "Come here, bruda~" he indicated to the plate with the meat soaked sandwich beside him."
Gunver smiled. His brother was pretty nice wen he was stumbling around smashed. He walked over to the table, nodding hello to the drunks on the ground as he stepped over them. Most said hi back.
He sat down at the table, starring down the sandwich, more meat than bread.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 8:41 pm
Mattie finished her mapping and cleaned up her eating space. The navigator sneaked past the drunks in hope of not being noticed before trotting off to the her hammock.
The captain 'dismissed' Bastien,as he slumped into his chair asleep,once again.
Bastien growled angrily and stormed out,climbing below deck to the galley. He collected his food and slid into the bench next to the rowdy men silently.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 8:55 pm
Well after most of the drunks had stumbled to bed, Gunver walked through the room of people laying haphazardly in their hammocks, tugging his sleeping brother behind him. His false foot was squeaking loudly. It was in desperate need of oil. It 's racket had woken anyone who wasn't drunk, which wasn't as bad as it might have been, there had been a party earlier. Only a few people were still sanely sober.
After another two minutes of tugging,sweating, and squeaking, Gunver sat down where he stood, exhausted. He looked at his brother. What am I gonna do with you? he thought.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 8:58 pm
Bastien stirred in his hammock and stood up. His gaze landed on Gunver and well...Terrance. The quarter master silently picked the older man up and tossed him into a hammock below the navigator girl.
"There."
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 9:04 pm
Gunver regarded the quarter master silently. He nodded, which was mute for "thanks". He stood.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 9:05 pm
Bastien crawled back into his hammock.
"Go to sleep swabbie."
He grumbled.
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Posted: Wed Aug 18, 2010 9:19 pm
Gunver nodded again. But he was forced with a dilema. Since day one he had always slept by his brother, otherwise he couldn't sleep. This time, there were no open hammocks near his brother.
After pondering for a moment he gave up and crawled underneath his brother's hammock. He could only imagine how many rats and roaches would be crawling on him at night. stuck his legs out perpendicular to the hammock, to get comfortable. His brother would trip over im in the morning, he thought as he fell asleep.
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