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 Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 3:00 pm
On his many adventures Brand had never seen something hilarious as the small lass that approached him after he somewhat sloppily ported into "her dock". so what he smashed some timber, didn't hurt his ship any. Eventually Brand figured out, amongst her many bablings lie her name. "Frankie", she refered to herself as. And she seemed quite upset that he had damaged her dock. Finnaly, weary of their converation, Brand tossed a heavy back at Frankie that clinked in her hand as she caught it. "there, that should take care o' the damage miss, also fix up me ship while your at it."
Trying hard to keep a straight face as he left her standing their, hold his coin purse. she was a tiny lass, the kind that everyman swooned after, but none dare approach. hard as rock and soft as nails. that was his impression, but what made her comical was the gigantic executioners axe that was straped to her back. One look at her and she looked like if she fell over she'd be crushed under the wieght of her own weapon.
Feeling a little seaworn and tired Brand made his way toward his favorite pub in tortugat, located just south of the eastern docks. The Messy Pub, and quite aptly named so. there was never a minute in the pub where something wasn't being destroyed or broken. whether it be a chair or a face. and yet, the place had a homely mytique to it... just the kind of place he needed right now.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 4:33 pm
Her eyes were glaring, though a beautiful gray did they shine but also with a slight disgust and frustration. Her hands were in bandages to keep from blistering over all the wood she spent 2 days working on, and she was sweating from all days labor--and to her great displeasure someone happened to slam into her dock's--making all of her hard work to nothing.
"Get back here you Horse's a**!" she barked out, seeing him pass her. She followed him, gripping on the coin purse anyway--seeing that she gets paid dirt anyway, this seemed fit but still a little outraged.
Her dark hair was tied back by a blue bandana, showing off her better facial features, her face slightly rosey from frustration. Her boots leaving marks in the dirt as he followed him, and putting her money away in her pocket.
"Do you know how much trouble you put me in!" she hissed, keeping up with him. "As if I can;t get my bosses off my back as it is, if they see this they're are going to make me rebuild it by myself AGAIN!"
She was a vicitm of course, being the only woman on her construction crew, and because of it they didn't give her gloves, they didn't give her tools, and refused to put her on any team--saying she would be a 'distraction'.
"Look at me when I talk to you!!"
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 5:15 pm
Brand halted in his tracks, wheeling around to face Frankie. Staring her dead on looking her up and down with his good eye. Closer, and closer still he leaned in; stopping only inches away from her hardened, yet almost frail face. "Remember t' fix me ship as well lass" he smirked
Her sudden ceaseless noise was becoming a nuisance to him as he set off down the dirt path again, headed just south of the east dock. But before he got ten paces he stopped again. He always thought himself the worst pirate in the world, never having been able to be as cold hearted as Captain Cash, and it was his undying generosity that spurred this doubt to greater heights. "C'mon lass, I'll git ye a drink." he sighed
A drink, yes that's exactly what he needed right now. Something to ease the loss of a good crew and to harden him for the breaking in of a new one. It was a sad day when he departed from his crew (background story in profile if your interested) but he didn't have enough crew to man both ships, and there was no way he was going to leave The Falsetto to Old Hob.
-Well, you've picked up an annoyance, now for a crew old bones- he thought to himself. That was why he was in Tortuga, that and to see a young one that he had heard so much about from his former crew.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 9:15 pm
"Hm..." She grumbled, she was in a foul mood. Maybe she should have a drink to calm her nerves, but she knew once her bosses found out about the dock they'll boil her for it.
"Fine," she sighed, hands in her pockets and head bowed a little. "Nothing expensive, I need to eat tommorow.."
This idiot might be a little irritating, but at least he was clean. all the men she worked with smelled like fish.
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Posted: Mon Apr 17, 2006 10:12 pm
Brand continued his casual pace down the dirt path walkway leading to the Messy pub. He could see the roof of the place just around the corner and coming into view. "Don't worry about it lass, I'll git the tab." he said casually.
It hadn't occurred to him until now just how bad it gotten in Tortuga. With the Spanish and England fleets blocking trade and pressure against Piracy by the Royal Navy.
"So, 'bout how many years you have under your belt me gel?" he asked her. Still trudging along. Brand was a little unnerved by her outright honesty and blatant trust.
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 12:11 am
"Too long." She muttered, and stood up a little more strait. She wasn't really afraid of him, if there was one thing about her that kept her from danger, it was her pride. Even if this fellow was bad news, she wasn't willing to let herself be so easily manipulated, besides a free drink is a free drink--and if he was willing to pay for it all, than he can pay for the ones she tossed to test his trust.
"What are you doing steering a ship you can't even control--a little odd for you to becrashing into people's docks don't you think?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 18, 2006 6:32 pm
"Sorry about that lass. Me new, beautiful, Ship was taken on water and it was only me steering her. Little hard to dock a triple mast when yer lookouts not in the forecastle." he explained "I'm in the market for a crew actually." He started to explain as he moved to open the door of The Messy Pub.
Brand completely lost all train of thought as the stepped through the threshold.
(Anyone following this portion of the RP should now move to the Messy pub thread)
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