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Post by jessimyre on Jul 10, 2008 8:19:40 GMT -5
Hattie had asked for and received a needle and some thread from an old man below decks. Next, she found a piece of wood which would do as a weapon in a pinch. She was just turning to find the steps to the deck when a man appeared above them. His eyes found hers, it seemed he'd been looking for them.
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Post by Kage Chaos on Jul 26, 2008 16:57:01 GMT -5
Noros had managed to get his hands on a small knife, though he would've preferred one of the flintlock pistols like the ones some of the crew members had. Apparently he wouldn't need it anymore, though, as the message had been relayed that they were losing the other ship, and probably wouldn't need to fight anyway.
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Post by twilightblade on Sept 16, 2008 19:15:30 GMT -5
Alois watched curiously as the sailor the Captain had called out to made his way off the deck and down below where the others had gone.
Now they would see how this worked out...and if the Captain might be annoyed with Alois for bringing the strangers aboard.
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Post by jessimyre on Oct 15, 2008 1:57:09 GMT -5
Hattie and the others filed into the Captain's cabin. The Captain was an imposing man, tall and intimidating, it was clear to see why he was the leader. His long frock coat didn't quite hide the sword and scabbard, nor the pistol, fishing knife and another ornamental dagger. He rested a hand on his sword, several rings glinting on his fingers.
"While you are on this ship, you work." he said to them all, "There are no free rides here. You will be protected, you will be fed. But you will earn it. What skills do you have among you?" he demanded.
"I c'n cook." Hattie stuck out her chin, staring her new Captain in the eye, determined not to show fear.
"Good, report to the galley. And you others?" he asked, gazing down the line at Noros, Joss and the rest.
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Post by Kage Chaos on Sept 21, 2009 13:07:56 GMT -5
"I'm not sure," Noros said, "But I'll try my best at what you'd like me to do."
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Post by jessimyre on Nov 17, 2009 18:42:33 GMT -5
Can you guys post, I have had an idea but can't post till this conversation is finished.
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Post by twilightblade on Jun 22, 2010 22:17:51 GMT -5
Alois stayed high in the rigging of the Weaver, gripping a ratline and gazing at the tossing waves where the other ship had faded into the distance. The lines creaked as the wind drove them forward hard against the smooth canvas of the sails and a few shouts drifted up from the deck far below. The twisted hemp was rough even on her calloused palms and feet, but it had long ago become part of the life she had chosen and she hardly noticed. Would it be the same for the new crewmembers? Would this become a life they lived and loved and sometimes hated? The Captain's sister was among those who had come aboard with her from the prison, but as expected he wasn't treating her any differently from the others. He would be kind in his own way, but this was the sea, and She was a harsher mistress than any Captain still sailing. It was just as well that some of the crew had left the ship only a week ago; there would be enough room even for landlubbers becoming sailors.
The ship rolled over a heavy swell, the steersman angling her out of the wind a bit, and Alois quit her daydreaming as foc'sle began to luff, springing out into the rigging to set all right once more.
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