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General Rules

1. Stick to the Gaia TOS.
2. Be a pirate.


Role Play Rules
1. Please try to use proper grammar and spelling in all of your posts. A little accent is acceptable, but try to keep it understandable.
2. Respect other owners and their characters. We expect a certain amount of treachery and scandal, but unjustified attacks either physical or verbal will not be tolerated.
3. Anything goes, as long as it's within the TOS, is reasonable and logical. If you can come up with a satisfactory explanation for it, you can sprout wings and fly your ship around. Be aware that the judging of this is up to the staff, and we are very skeptical. If you aren't sure about something, just ask.
3. RP only posts in this thread. One or two ooc lines in ((double brackets)) is fine, so long as it directly relates to the post or the conditions in which you are writing it.

It was early in the morning when Jemima awoke from her slumber. She could hear the seagulls screeching, the creaky deck and hungover civilians from the night before throwing up into the ocean. Her duties for the day were finding and recruiting the crew for The Dementia. A fine bunch of swashbucklers, or so she was told.

Jumping over the railing of the ship to get to land quickly seemed like an adventurous time saving idea as it ran through her brain. But almost missing the pier was rather embarrassing, painful and not the wisest decision she had ever made.

"Argh, they were me new boots too." Jemima said to herself slightly fustrated, picking herself off the ground.

Regardless she checked over the list of recruits and began searching for them...

Jamie, never the one to socialize with the others preferred to stay by herself at the inside of bottom of ship where her work is currently located. A blacksmith by trade, she had signed up only a few days ago as a repair boy. This was most useful of her since her hands were the only thing that was useful on her body.

Her white hair with its odd black highlights lingered in a tight braid down her back, stopping mid-section with a small red ribbon tied around it. A sigh was release from between her pale lips as she bangs on the piece of metal once again with her mallet. Apparently this one was stubborn as hell to not bend to her will of strength.

Jonathan quirks at eyebrow at the woman, whos top looks like it has been in one too many fights before. "Yes, why shouldnt I be?" he asks plainly without emotion. He turns his head back to the horizon. "Natives... very interesting people they are. And yet we know nothing about them."

"Jus' askin', Mista!" she asked waving her hands up in defense before propping herself up on the ledge beside him looking out towards the land. She eyed the native land for a moment. "Strange islan'... strange people... Mayhaps tha' be tha reason we be headin' thata weh. We get teh know tha strange people enough, weh'll know enough to claim tha lan'." With a prideful smirk, she walked back towards the mast to check on the rigging and sails.

Jamie turned around with the mallet in her hand lightly as she listens to what the male crew was saying to one of the officers. This was not all too familiar to her so she was taking some time to get used to it. After all, she is the ship's new repair boy... or lets say repair girl in her case. "Hm.." she muses lightly, holding onto her metal mallet.