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 Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 9:12 pm
Mal was no stranger to sailing or boating. Most of Cambria was on the coast, and he had spent a good part of his childhood selling newly caught urchins and other seafoods. Or simply stealing them, if worst came to worst because there were no real rules to survival other than ‘do whatever is necessary to ensure that you live another day’. Despite his familiarity with the sea, he still didn’t like it much. There was just something… bothersome with being in the gripes of the ocean. He was already a small man; he didn’t need an inanimate object making him feel any smaller.
But, alas, it was the fastest way to get back to Cambria. And he had to move quickly, before his newly-acquired family learned of it. They wouldn’t like him leaving so soon after being announced as a son of Rosaylen, but he felt obligated to go.
He had a funeral to go to. There weren’t a lot of them left and he felt a responsibility to go to as many of the funerals as he could.
Leaning against the railing, his eyes scanned the shoreline. It was still in sight. That was a good sign… from what he understood of the route, they would just travel along the line. Although he was traveling under an assumed name (Silas Kinold), there was no telling what would happen if his current transport knew who he actually was. The captain didn’t do things that were exactly legal. Even Mal could tell that much. He pretended not to know because the travel was fast, but he still had a bad feeling about this.
“How long will it take us to get to Synd, Captain?” he asked, not turning around. He knew the Captain was around there anyway.
The silence went on just a little too long. No doubt, the man was wondering how his passenger knew he wa around. It wasn’t easy to hear things over the roar of the sea, after all. “… about a week, sir.”
“Good.” That was plenty of time. Hopefully, news of his accelerated rank hadn’t reached Cambria yet. He wasn’t counting on it. There could be some fights waiting for him there. It was a pity that he had to leave Aeron behind; the gryphon would have been useful in a fight. But, alas, Aeron had to stay behind to take care of Sekhmet.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 9:38 pm
You can label us a consequence, "Gents, I 'arned ye about playin with the 'ea turtles! Now 'ocus, or it's ye we'll be 'irin out the cannons."
"Aye aye, cap'n."
Damn straight, aye aye. Varun lowered a reprimanding glance down at those members of his crew who had decided that it would be fun to play keep-away with the turtle. Turtles are funny about keep away...they like to do it with your limbs. Or, in the case of the unfortunate one, half a finger.
He strode up the steps to the bow, barking out orders as he did so. The cannons needed to be made ready, the guns checked and loaded, swords prepared for those pirates who wished to use them. His words were treated as law, and the men obeyed out of respect, not fear. Much fear, anyway. He reached the helm, grabbing it and turned it gently starboard, gripping it with that intensity that only came when he was about to do one of his favorite actions. They were hidden by a fog, but those startling eyes of his could see the faintest outline of a ship ahead of them. They had something he wanted, and his greed was only fueled by the adrenaline pumping through his veins and the veins of his crew. He turned his head slightly as the first mate came up behind him, and he caught sight of yet another ship behind his. They were both his, actually. The others were off in other parts of the sea, one or two probably at a port, the others sailing as their hearts commanded....the one behind his? He requested (though there really was no refusing his request) assistance, should this turn ugly. They would wait in the reserves, so to speak. After all - he was taking on a ship that was, for all intensive purposes, stronger than his. Too bad the men weren't.
He smirked, and his hand tightened on that wooden wheel.
"Ye 'repared, Tilar?"
"Aye, cap'n. Comrades awaiting orders."
"Light two 'andles on the stern."
Two candles meant to hold steady. One meant increase speed, three meant slow...there was a wholy myriad of different things that could be communicated with fire.
"Aye, cap'n. Anything else?"
"Tell the 'en that silence is 'olden." Of how much you have to learn.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 9:55 pm
Catching a glimpse of something in the darkness, Mal lifted his head, looking intently over the dark sea. There was something out there… his eyes narrowed and he leaned over the rails just a little bit. Was it just a trick of the light, or were there two little points of light out there? Colors were tricky for him. He didn’t get those so well. But light and shadow were his playthings. Back in the military, he and his men communicated through the use of little mirrors, shining the light off of them in specific patterns. He imagined that similar tactics were used at sea.
“Captain? What is that?” he asked, gesturing towards the points of light. They were faint, but he was certain they were there, dancing in the fog. “Is that canwyll yr ysbryd?” Catching the look of confusion in the Captain’s eyes, Mal explained further. “Spirit candles? Ship fire? You know, little points of fire that appear on boats?”
The Captain grunted and eventually wandered over to the passenger and joined him in his glaring at the darkness session. “Ain’t no Saint Elmo’s Fire that I’ve ever seen… ‘s too steady. More likely, we’re lookin’ at a lamphouse.” There was another moment of silence as both men continued watching the points, waiting for them to disappear in the fog. “You’re Cambrian? ‘S the Cambrian word for it.”
“No, I just like learnin’ foreign languages and usin’ a Cambrian accent.” Were all people idiots? Mal was pretty damn sure that wasn’t a lamphouse. For one thing, there were two points of light. Something was wrong.
With another grunt, the Captain moved away from his passenger, deciding that maybe, just maybe, it was time to head out to open sea. As annoying as the passenger was, he was too valuable to simply throw overboard.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 10:07 pm
You can label us a consequence, He raised the primitive telescope to his eye, peering at a better image of the ship they were to take. His first mate sat beside him, just a bit behind, once again awaiting orders.
"'Ower the lights." Varun muttered, crouching down. "An' tell the 'en to get 'own. We're 'onna get as close as we 'an 'efore firin."
"Aye, cap'n."
"Increase 'peed, while yer at it."
"Aye, cap'n."
They were to run up along side her, hopefully, and board without much of a fight. It was an effective tactic. A ship wasn't nearly as threatening when it seemed to be deserted. Even if they were discovered to be pirates, the ship they were targeting could not outrun them. Overpower, maybe, but Varun's ships were fast. This was to be an easy capture, so long as he played his cards right.
...he did like to have fun, though.
They got close enough to see the rigging, and it was then that Varun dared to move. His ship was ghostly quiet, cloaked in fog, every light extinguished and every man as low to the ground as possible. The only sound was the occasional groaning of a mast, the ship calling out to her brethren. The sharp-eyed captain with the wicked smirk lifted himself from a crouch, lifting himself just high enough to view men on the opposing vessel.
He let out a low, soft whistle, akin to one of those sounds people hear often, but rarely stop to think about. The call of a lone bird, perhaps. If these gents were smart, though, they would know that it was a pirate captain readying his crew. He hoped they were smart. Of how much you have to learn.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 10:29 pm
As a matter of fact, Mal was always very observant, especially when he was convinced that something bad was happening. His nostrils flared a little as he heard the noise; something was definitely odd. It sounded like a seabird, but… it didn’t seem right. The lights were fading, which would only happen if they were heading out to sea. That wasn’t right. They were supposed to follow the shoreline… unless something was wrong, of course.
Such as, perhaps, the captain suddenly realizing just who ‘Silas’ actually was?
Mal’s hand slowly slipped down to the rapier at his hip. It was a simple casual movement, such as one would make when relaxing. However, a careful fighter would have noticed the re-positioning of Mal’s feet, a movement that put his center of gravity lower to the ground. Boat. Whatever.
A sudden noise behind their boat caught his attention. Whirling around, he was amazed to see the outline of another ship in the fog. Now what was that? He walked along the deck, not taking his eyes off of the other ship. It looked to be deserted to him. The bird noise came again.
Something was very wrong. The noises were coming from the boat. Mal wasn’t a genius with these things, but he was damned sure that birds did NOT nest on ancient ships. And this one didn’t look ancient.
“What the hell is that?” he asked the Captain as the man walked by.
“… it’s a ship. I would have thought a man of your breedin’ would’ve been able to spot that, ‘Silas’,” the Captain said with a snort, looking over the ship with a wary eye. On one hand, he didn’t want to risk anything if he didn’t have to. On the other… well, there could be something on that ship that was useful.
The quotes around Mal’s fake name made the Cambrian wary. As did the words ‘your breedin’’. The Captain knew. Suddenly, Mal wished that Aeron was here. Actually, now that he thought about it, the gryphon wouldn’t have been much use, really. After all, it wasn’t like killing everyone on board would solve any problems. It would only mean that Mal would be stranded in the water.
By now, the Captain started barking orders to his crew to check out the apparently deserted ship and search for anything valuable. Mal eyed the water, wondering just how deep it was and how long it would take to swim to shore. Something was very wrong and he was all for doing whatever it took to live to fight the next day.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 10:44 pm
You can label us a consequence, Varun's hands trembled in excitement. When they needed to be, they would be steady..but for now, his adrenaline had no focus other than his hands. No matter how many times he did this, he always felt the same. Well, it was indeed a wise man who said that you should only be doing what you love. He loved this.
They were coming up alongside. Varun's eyes flicked sideways, catching movement near the port side of his own vessel. The captain of the other ship had ordered this one to be searched. Good...very good. Carefully, quietly, the auburn-haired man moved closer to the side of his ship. He would only have to wait for a few moments, just long enough to hear the swinging of the rope that would inevitably tie him to this ship....
There.
He let out another low whistle.
In unison, his men let out a loud, short bark. It startled the would-be acrobat, who missed his mark and instead swung back over to the other ship. Suddenly, the abandoned ship erupted into life as Varun's men followed his lead, whooping and hollering as they boarded their prize. The startled men of the other ship had little time to interrupt those swinging in on ropes, though they were smart enough to stop the plank that threatened to make a walkway between the ships. Eh, that just postponed their death. Oh well.
"TAKE 'EM FOR ALL 'EIR WORTH, GENTS!!" Varun called out, laughing as his men roared in response. He, like them, had only one goal - loot. Bounty. Gold. Jewels. Whatever this ship had that could be valuable. Pistol in one hand and sword in another, he danced amongst the fighters and attackers, laughing as he dodged and countered and made attacks of his own. They fought well, but he fought better. This was heaven, to him. Heaven was always short-lived, but the after effects were nearly just as pleasant.
Oh! But there was something specific he needed from here, as well.
Eh..might as well go ahead and start looking.
The captain's eyes flicked to and fro, identifying the opposing captain....and the opposing captain's cabin. That's what he needed. He made short business of the man in front of him - literally - and shot the one attempting to behead him from behind, before making a bee-line for that most precious of rooms. Of how much you have to learn.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2007 11:08 pm
Mal wasn’t sure what to expect, but it hadn’t been this. For a moment, the old soldier was simply frozen. This frozen state didn’t last long, luckily; frozen soldiers didn’t last long and he had lasted long in a deadly war. And fights had erupted all around him. That was just the sort of thing to set off old instincts, such as the one that demanded he either fight or flee. He sure as Hell couldn’t flee, not on a boat. He had to fight.
Before he knew it, his rapier was in one hand and he had a dagger with the other. His fighting style wasn’t especially elegant. It lacked most of the show of the fancier styles, the ones that were made popular by people who didn’t know anything about fighting. His style was street-fighting, untaught and came mostly by instinct. If there was any show, it was only to distract people with flurries of movements and stick them in the gut when they weren’t expecting anything. Just as important was the placement of feet; if someone decided to look away from the blades and glanced down at Mal’s feet instead, they might have been impressed by the fancy footwork.
As impressive it was, there was one simple fact: there was only one of him and a lot of other men who were currently trying to get rid of him. Honestly, the smart thing would have been to simply give up. Still, that went against something very fundamental in Mal’s system. There was also another problem. He was used to fighting on land. This was a boat, on the sea, which was prone to making rather sudden movements. It was, unfortunately, only a matter of time before someone got too close to him, before someone landed a blow.
If he had been thinking more clearly and was just a little less focused on the fight, he might have listened to the little voice in his head, the one that said he knew someone here. He had a wonderful memory for voices and sounds.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 10:09 am
You can label us a consequence, He could have sworn that...
No, it couldn't be.
Varun stopped and turned, searching the crowd of fighters. He thought he just saw a familiar face, friendly but still not one of his crew.
And then, some b*****d decided to hit him with a right hook when he wasn't paying attention.
Varun recovered quickly, spinning and dodging yet another punch before delivering an uppercut that...well, effectively got the other man out of the way. He tasted blood, spitting and cursing as he forced himself to focus. It may not have seemed like it, as he did not allow the outward signs of pain, but DAMN did that hurt. His jaw would probably be purple in the morning. Good at this as he was, he still didn't take hits to his face very well. Of course, few people got close enough to deliver them. Whatever.
He fought his way to the captain's cabin, which thankfully only took one shot to open. Though it was almost useless, he closed the door behind him. Truly, if anyone wanted to follow him in here, he'd be trapped. He would be trapped AND outnumbered, probably. But he knew it was in here, somewhere...hopefully his men would keep people away from the damn door.
Honestly, he wanted the captain to come in there. That could be fun. Of how much you have to learn.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 3:05 pm
There weren’t enough men. If there was one thing that Mal had learned from the war---and he personally believed that the war had shaped him more than any other event in his life---it was that one should never go into battle if one had fewer buggers than the other b*****d. It just wasn’t smart. Personally, Mal didn’t hold pirates in high regards anyway, but he was pretty sure that even they wouldn’t do something this stupid. He pointedly ignored the fact that he had done much stupider things in his time, such as joining the aforementioned war in the first place.
Still, he was certain that there was another ship of pirates, just waiting for the signal to sidle up to the currently stopped boat and then board. Just what Mal needed… even more trouble. Why couldn’t things ever go smooth? All he wanted to do was go to one funeral and get back to Xuan! But nooo! Nothing could ever be that simple!
Well, things were simple now; he just had to keep living.
As a matter of fact, the Captain in question was making his way to his cabin right as Varun forced his way in. Little alarm bells went off in his head; there was no question about what Varun was looking for. No, there wasn’t any gold, or jewels, or riches of that sort on this ship. There weren’t any suspicious maps with things like ‘here be draggones’ on them either. There were, however, priceless shipments of salt carefully hidden away in the Captain’s quarters. There was also the Captain’s Log which chronicled the captain’s suspicions about his odd mysterious passenger who, crazily enough, matched the description of the newest son of House Rosaylen. He barged his way into his cabin by the cunning expedient of shooting the men currently guarding it.
It wasn’t exactly subtle, but it did the job. He aimed his gun at Varun and said simply, “Call off yer men.” He didn’t even feel the need to raise his voice over the sounds of the fights outside or the roaring sea. That would be uncivilized.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 3:47 pm
You can label us a consequence, Varun froze mid-step, but his smile didn't fade. Awww, shucks, the captain actually showed up! With a firearm, no less. Ah, well....he did need to think quickly, though. Being shot hurt. The other ship should be close enough to help, but he wasn't sure. Not like he had a choice but to take a chance on it, though.
"Aye aye, cap'n." Varun said, smirking. He raised a hand to his lips, and let out a high-pitched, long whistle. Sure enough, his men stopped fighting. Each one slowly lowered his sword or pistol or fist and stood warily as a few of the other ship's men started to realize that they no loner needed to fight. One of the pirates, though, the first mate, found himself in a position of being able to assist..which is exactly what Varun was relying on. Quickly, the first mate copied the whistle, sending the shrill call out over the seas....
The boom of a cannon was heard moments before the main mast came crashing down.
Varun took advantage of the aftershock and lunged at the captain, knocking away his gun and giving Varun an opportunity to raise his own. The pirates had already gone back to fighting, leaving the two leaders alone in the cabin once more. The wicked glint in those blue-green eyes only intensified as Varun laughed. Ok, so...he was counting his chickens a little early, but Varun had no intention of losing, no matter how many times he fell back, so...why not. Besides, he was as good with a blade as any seafarin' gent, and faster than most.
"Ye 'ould know how to 'eal with pirates, laddy - didn't 'ell me 'ow long to 'all 'em off. Now, ye'r 'ithout a mast, and I've 'ot the gun. Let's 'ake this simple - 'ow me where yer 'recious cargo is stored." Of how much you have to learn.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:28 pm
Even Mal stopped fighting, lowering his rapier just a little but with a definite hint that it could be raised again. Why was everyone suddenly not fighting? Normally, a sudden cessation of fighting would calm him down, or at least reassure him, but his soldier senses were bothering him. Something was happening. And it wasn’t going to be as simple as people just sitting down and suddenly not fighting. At the boom, instincts took over once more and Mal hit the ground.
Now, if this involved actual bullets, that might have been an effective method of protection. But, since this was a canon and the leaden ball zoomed into the mast, this wasn’t so effective. It landed just a few feet away from the one-time soldier. That… couldn’t be good… he was pretty damn certain that the main mast was the most important part of the ship.
Not only that, but he was no longer on his feet. Mobility was the most important part of his fighting style. Without that, he was just a short guy with a sword. As fights once again erupted, he started to get back up. The sudden boot in his shoulder blades put a stop to that, as such things often do. With a rather unelegant ‘ooof’ quite inappropriate to someone of his newly gained status, Mal found himself examining the wooden floor of the ship quite closely. How fascinating, as Rem would have said…
Things changed pretty quickly for the Captain as well. One moment, he was in charge and everything was going his way and now this. It just went to show, never relax around pirates because they always had tricks up their sleeves. Slowly, the Captain raised his hands with a grudging look of respect in his eyes for Varun. Sure, he hated the b*****d because hurting a man’s ship was just low. It was like kicking a man in the jewels. Still, it was effective…
“The salt blocks are in a chest under the bed,” he said reluctantly, each word being taken from his mouth slowly. “Silk’s in the cargo.” There was also the matter of the passenger, but the Captain felt like being difficult and not saying that. Besides, he was curious about whether or not Varun would do the math.
No matter how high the price of silk and salt was, it wouldn’t cover the cost of a boat this size with a crew like this.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 4:49 pm
You can label us a consequence, "'Ood." Varun said, smiling.
He had rendered the ship nearly useless, and knew it. That put him in charge. However, doing what he did was taboo, in his mind. Indeed, Varun didn't like hurting ships. It was like pets - you just didn't do that. However, there was really no other way of showing that he meant business. And ships that died in battle died proper deaths, so Varun would make sure to finish the job before leaving. Hmph. Pointing guns at other people was rude, and forced people to take somewhat drastic measures. Should be taught some manners, that captain.
Speaking of guns, Varun lowered his. He tossed his head in direction of the cabin door. "Ye'll be 'eeded out there. Call off yer 'en, and we'll 'ake with gettin ye 'ack to 'ore."
That probably surprised the captain, but...well, Varun didn't feel like killing all of them off. Would take too much time and too much effort with too little reward. He couldn't leave them stranded out at sea - little point in that either. Sooo, he'd find a nice deserted island and dump them off there. That way, everyone wins!
He ventured out of the cabin, whistling yet again to get the attention of his own men. "'E ship is ours, gents. I want 'ree o' ye gettin the chest out of 'e cabin, 'ree o' ye lootin the 'argo, and the 'est o' ye disarmin 'ese men and 'earchin' the 'est o' the ship. I 'ant ANYTHIN' valuable or useful 'oin with us. I'll leave the other cap'n 'ere to direct his 'en so as this will be a 'leasant take over 'or all of us."
His last comment earned him a laugh from his men, and scathing glares from the rest of the other crew. Oh, sure, they could still try some daring turn-of-the-tables move, and perhaps achieve just that. Buuuut there was still no where for them to go, and another ship was waiting with more cannon balls should they prove necessary.
Varun still felt as if he saw a familiar face somewhere on here. Hmmmm....well, he'd see it again before they made land-fall, most likely. Of how much you have to learn.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:08 pm
The Captain blinked in surprise at what sounded like a very generous offer. Now that was strange… pirates generally didn’t let someone live. It was just too messy all around. Even more surprising, the pirate captain didn’t appear to have done the math. Or maybe he did and he knew that there had to be something more valuable around here. Regardless of this, the merchant Captain went outside into the open to issue the orders to his men to stand down.
Really, it was best to give up while you still had a head. That was, as far as he understood, the official definition of ‘surrender’. There was no need to get the pirates all riled up again, especially since there was another boat with a canon on board.
“Which shore?” he asked, not really expecting an answer. Nonetheless, he felt that someone had to ask it and it might as well be him.
Mal looked up sharply at the familiar voice, hardly able to believe his luck. Or was it luck? After all, while he had gone drinking with Varun a few times, he didn’t actually know the man. There had been that one unpleasant situation in the privacy of Mal’s home involving a failed break-in and it could be that Varun was holding a grudge about that. Ah well… he didn’t seem like the type to hold grudges. Still, Mal decided it would be in his best interest if he stayed as quiet as possible. No need to let a pirate notice him, right?
The Cambrian was hauled to his feet by two ‘helpful’ pirates who went about the business of trying to relieve him of his weapons. This was trickier than one would think. Just because Mal was trying to stay quiet didn’t mean he wouldn’t put up a fuss. Still, he couldn’t fight off two men who were larger and stronger. Eventually, his rapier and dagger were hauled away. Mal grumbled under his breath sullenly in a mixture of Cambrian and Common. The basic gist of his words were this: “Can’t take a man’s weapons away… just ain’t right… ‘s like takin’ away his… his pants or somethin’… you don’t take away a man’s pants… not usually anyway.”
Chances are, most people ignored him on the grounds that he was probably insane.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:44 pm
You can label us a consequence, "'Aven't decided yet."
His offer was indeed generous, and his tone when he answered said that the captain didn't need to push his luck.
The other ship began to pull up beside the ruined vessel as men were disarmed and cargo was loaded into each ship. The weapons of the defeated crew were collected and divided amongst the two ships, as well as ropes, tools, wood, food...anything useful that the ship might have contained. Varun's ship would hold the main prizes, and he would distribute the earnings from them as soon as he attained them. The captain's cabin was a place he'd loot himself, deciding what he might want to take with him. Basically, they were going to strip the ship. And then, they were going to sink it. T'was only fair.
And they'd leave the men alive - partially mercy, partially laziness, partially the need for someone to be able to tell the tale.
It could backfire one day, but Varun didn't care.
Humming lightly, he strode t'wards one of the chests that had just been removed from the cabin. Opening it, his eyes sparkled with greed at the heavy blocks of pure salt - white gold, it was. White, grainy-gold. It was amazing how much people would pay to satisfy their taste buds.
"...you don’t take away a man’s pants… not usually anyway.”
That just wasn't something you heard every day. Varun had to look up, closing the chest as he did so. He knew that voice...and as soon as he realized where it came from, he erupted into a laughter that caused several of his men to pause in what they were doing.
"'Alcom, ye slimy 'astard. 'At in the hell are ye 'oin here?!" Of how much you have to learn.
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Posted: Mon Jul 09, 2007 5:59 pm
Mal stopped in his tracks as soon as Varun roared at him; he wasn’t entirely sure what to expect. He had, after all, been a pretty big threat to the man not too long ago. People could hold a grudge about that sort of thing. On the other hand, he was a pirate… there was always the chance that he would decide that it would be easier to ransom Mal back to his family.
If they wanted him back, that is. There was always the chance that they would send back a polite note saying, ‘Keep him’. Well, best make sure that the idea of killing or harming him in any way shape or form never crossed Varun’s mind. With a wide smile on his face, Mal made his way towards the other man.
“I was on my way back to Cambria for a quick visit, but seems like things’re goin’ to take a bit longer than I thought. I would ask what you’re doin’ here…” but that seemed pretty obvious. The man was pirating, clearly.
“Slimy? Pfft… Varun, you know me better than that. I haven’t gone sewer-divin’ in a helluva long time, not for several weeks at least.” Mal wasn’t about to argue with the ‘b*****d’ part; that was pretty much true.
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