Dead Men Tell No Tales [Pirates]

[Masume]

--- Dead Men Tell No Tales

Name: Chantelle Deville
Age: 21
Physical: A tall slender woman, with as many curves as the Caribbean Sea. A delightful mixture of Dominican nationality and Spanish. She has unique green eyes, black hair and golden brown skin.
Personality: She’s a vicious vixen. How else could a woman be as Captain of her own ship? The love child of Captain Victor Deville a legend in the Caribbean. She visibly has inherited his cold-hearted nature and his black heart.

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Looking for a rival ship and captain. That’s up to the player interested. This person may be a male or female.

Obviously, I need a crew so those positions are open!

As always in my role-play games. I am seeking those who are detailed. No one-liners please!

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OOC: Sorry for the short post, but I can barely keep my eyes one. Time for a nap!

IC:

“There’s something about pirates which has fascinated me for a long time.” Chantelle knew where this was going even before the drunken old fool laid a finger on her. He placed his hand tenderly on her thigh and teased her with his callous, fingertips, waiting for her to allow him to go further.

Chantelle rested her arm along the top of the bar, coaxing her bottle of rum a little closer until she could grasp it without stretching. Uninterested in the fellows actions she took a long swing finishing it and drinking every last drop.

“Are you about done?” She asked as the bitter rum burned down her throat.

He smiled a wicked twitch of his mouth and leaned in closer to her, so his lips barely brushed against her earlobe. The hot musky breath of rum and cigarettes and something else distinctly smelled of sex floated around her.

Dear Lord it was disgusting. She may have been a nymph, a bitch and pirate but she was nowhere near desperate.

She turned her head, flashing him her own smile. “Get off of me or I’ll rip your tongue out and feed it to ya.”

“Oooh…so the legends b be true. You’ar a feisty one! We all know the only way you keep a crew on that miserable piece of wood you call a ship, is by sucking the lot of em! You’re a whore not a captain!”

The tavern erupted in laughter, men clinking glasses together in an outcry of catcalls.

Chantelle simply sighed and stood up, pulling a small knife from it’s holster on against her hip. She plunged it into the mans throat, the cut so hard, fast and deep the tip opened up the back of his neck.

“I prefer the term, lady of pleasure. Not hooker.” She raised her glance from the blood pouring from his neck as she pulled away the blade. She waved the bloody spade before her face to the men who stood there watching her. “Now what have we learned…?” She asked, chuckling.

“Right…” Taking a breath, she stepped away from the limp body. The men could have easily killed her right there, but it was her attitude they so dearly loved. Besides, she was a paying regular here. They wouldn’t dare touch her.

Tossing three shillings onto the bar, Chantelle gave the men one last glance a quick wink before existing the joyful establishment. She was sick of being on land, after all her heart belonged to the sea. Badajoz was their pit stop they were running low on supplies and food. And the men in her crew (as limited as they were) needed to feed their lust. The women of Spain a missed them greatly and at the moment they were busy becoming reacquainted.

Chantelle hated the waiting game.

 

[Screech]

ooc: Well, I'd gladly jump in as a member of Chantelle's crew. Hope this is all ok

Name: Rodrigo Corazon
Age: 30
Physical: Well built and weather beaten, he has a rough look aided by his short but rough black beard. His lean 6' frame is slightly scarred from various swordfights he has gotten into
Personality: A rough and ready ex-marine who has taken to a life of piracy, Rodrigo is all business when there's a ship to raid. Otherwise, he is very relaxed and spends most of his time either helping out with basic operation, maintaining his personal gear, or playing cards

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Rodrigo had been lounging quetly on the deck of the latest ship to have him as a member of it's crew. The captain of this particular vessel, calling herself Chantelle Deville, had moored the ship in Badajoz under the pretence of trading for supplies. Of course, that meant that most of the men had headded for the closest whorehouses, leaving Rodrigo alone to make sure that no-one stole the ship or anything on it.

Gazing up into the clear sky, Rodrigo let his mind wander. He had not been part of this crew for very long, and had willingly joined up mostly because of Chantelle and her familial past. Her father had been a legend in his own time, and his crew had been imortalised in stories of infamy. He hoped that Chantelle would prove to be as infamous as her father had been, and that his name, too, would be remembered with fear and awe.

"So much better than being in the navy..."

 

[Masume]

OOC: Still Looking for crew members and players to be our rivals.

 

[caela]

OOC: Are you just looking for men or can women play too?

 

[Masume]

OOC: I'd love to have women involved!

 

[caela]

OOC: Woohoo!

Name: Mercedes "Mercy" Falconer
Age: 19
Height: 5'9
Build: Tall and willowy with long legs, narrow hips and small breasts
Hair: Flaming red with deep twisting curls and cut short enough to keep bound like a man's
Eyes: The same dark blue of the deep ocean and fringed with startlingly long dark lashes

Personality: A spitfire she says what's on her mind and has no problems standing up to any man or woman when she feels she's right. She had a tender heart but does her best to keep it locked away where it can't be hurt.

Background: Born to a poor family Mercy's mother saw no future for the girl and sold her to a high end brothel, where her mother hoped she'd draw the attention of a rich "Gentleman" and become a kept lady, at just 10 years of ace. Having other ideas Mercy fled the brothel and hid among the docks where she cut off her long fiery mane and stole the clothing needed to dress as a boy. Having grown up treated as a male, and among sailors, she learned to fight and tumble and curse with the best as well as learning to hate the changes in her body as she aged. Changes that made her disguise more likely to be found out if it weren't for the binding she used on her breasts and the great care she took to keep her monthly cycle hidden. Still she traveled from port to port taking whatever job on board a ship she could get and made sure she never stayed with one crew too long so none would get suspicious of her monthly "illness" and take note that it always came near the full moon.

IC:
Hearing that the ship of the lady Captain Chantelle Deville was finally in the same port that she was made Mercy's heart race faster. It was a ship she'd long hoped to manage to work but would the ship's Captain welcome the company of another woman or simply see her as a rough wench for having grown up among sailors with none of the usual comforts and gentling influences of a mother? She knew that she lacked much in the department of feminine refineries but would that really bother a lady pirate? Mercy didn't know but she did know that she was tired of pretending to be a man and her only choices at this point in her life were to continue to do just that or to find a brothel that would hire her and that idea simply made her skin crawl.

Would Chantelle Deville take on another woman as a hand on her ship?

There was only one way to find out.

Making her way among the docks Mercy easily found the ship she was looking for and simply waited on the dock, where it weighed anchor, for the Captain to return so she could speak to her. The worst that could happen was that she would refuse to take on another hand.

 

[Masume]

Dark hair swept about her face as she walked briskly towards the docks. Her crew loyally following around her. A hard jaw based her face, contrasting with her full lips, and dark honey skin, but matching her equally cold hazel eyes. A figure standing around her ship caught her attention. She brushed the female off as a common whore, waiting for her customer. She didn't have the look of a typical hooker, there was no licking lips, swaying hips or the pungent smell of sex. She looked as though she was waiting. But for what?

"Hey!" Chantelle called over to the woman, closing the gap between them. "There a reason why you standin’ here girl?"

OOC: Thanks for the heads up Caela

 

[caela]

Mercy blinked slightly when she saw a group coming toward the ship. It was dark and she couldn't quite make out who they were, when one yelled for a girl she started looking around to see if one of the local whores had come down to the docks but saw no one. She couldn't help but wonder who they were hollering at but she didn't really care either. In all the years she'd spent on the docks none of the men had seen through her male disguise and she doubted that one would now.

Still she didn't know these men and though it appeared there was a female with them there was no assurance it was the female that she wanted to speak with. Unsure what to expect she unobtrusively reached down and fingered the hilt of her dagger. Despite her bedraggled appearance the blade was of good quality, she'd saved for it by crewing for three different ships and scrimping on eating for a good while. It was the one thing of value she owned and she kept it razor sharp, if these men thought to cause her trouble she'd make them think twice.

Of course it wasn't really a fair fight. When men looked at her they didn't see a woman but a tall gangly young man who didn't even need to shave yet. They always underestimated her. Watching the group grow closer her grip tightened on the hilt of her blade and she considered backing away but on these docks that would surely invite a chase, better just to banter with them and hope they passed. She didn't like killing if would do it if pressed.

 

[Masume]

Chantelle cooked a slim eyebrow when the “Woman” made no attempt to acknowledge her. Traveling to as many different places as they had, women dressed poles apart from place to place. There was no fooling her, she could see right through that mask. That was no man. No this was a woman. Or her eyes were playing a most sinful trick on her.

“Hey…there be no need to be drawin’ any blades mate. Not yet anyhow.” Chantelle examined the “man” further. “Perhaps I was not clear. Sometimes me words get a bit lost on my tongue. What are you doing by my ship?”

 

[caela]

“Hey…there be no need to be drawin’ any blades mate. Not yet anyhow.” Chantelle examined the “man” further. “Perhaps I was not clear. Sometimes me words get a bit lost on my tongue. What are you doing by my ship?”

Her ship! Mercy blinked at that and then smiled broadly. If it was her ship the woman talking to her had to be the lady Captain she'd been waiting for. Suddenly however she was a bundle of tightly strung nerves and the sharp way the woman eyed her didn't help. She suspected it had been no mistake when she'd called her a girl before and that this woman saw through her diguise as no man ever had. But then that didn't really surprise Mercy, just made things inconvenient if anyone but the Captains own men were around.

"My apologies Captain," Mercy said giving a slight bow. "I mean no harm and only draw if drawn upon, still along the docks it only makes good sense to keep a blade handy. As for what I'm doing here I came to see you might be willing to take on one more crewman."

 

[Screech]

Someone had started a ruccus on the docks, and very close to this ship. Grumbling to himself that he had to move from his current position, Rodrigo stood and walked to where he had a view of the happenings. He could see his captain, Chantelle, and the rest of the crew facing down someone else in fairly common clothing. "Ay captain! New catch is it?" Rodrigo grinned from his position on the ship

 

[GuyValentine]

OOC:
I noticed that no one has stepped in to be the captain of the rival ship. I'd like the position.

Name: Riley "Phoenix" Callahan
Age: 25
Physical: Riley is a handsome man standing at an impressive 6', 5". His body muscular, sculpted by the rigors of working on a ship. He has longish brown hair with piercing ice blue eyes. His trademark physical feature, however, is the phoenix tattoo on his right shoulder.
Personality: Riley was born with his good looks and natural charm, this has kept him out of major trouble. He is quick witted with an easy smile, but cross him and you will see an anger as violent as the seas.

Background: Riley was abandoned as a child, never knowing his mother or father. So he roamed the streets, just scraping by stealing what he needed. One day, however, he was caught picking the pocket of a wealthy noble. He was chased through the streets by the guards, until he managed to find sanctuary aboard a "merchant" ship that was in harbor at the time. After that it was pretty much history, Riley learned everything about running a ship, fighting, everything one needed to know about being a pirate. Riley really didn't come into his own until the day he earned his nickname. The pirate ship he was on came under attack by a crew of bounty hunters. The attack came suddenly and swiftly, catching the pirates off guard. They had no time to react when one of the bounty hunters cannonballs struck the gun powder supply on the ship and the whole thing when up. The only survivor was Riley. They said he rose up from the ashes of the wreckage like a phoenix. So Riley played into it, getting the tattoo on his shoulder, and used that story to his advantage. He got a ship, a loyal crew, and has been Captain of "The Devil's Pearl" ever since.

IC:
Riley rose from his bed and stretched out, the sunlight shinning down through the window. He walked out of his quarters, pulling a shirt on as he went. He smiled at the sight of his crew working hard, swabbing the decks, manning the helm, keeping the rigging in order. It was a beautiful day, the sea was clear as could be and the wind was blowing, sending the sea spray into the air. Riley loved mornings like this, they were perfect for a little plundering. He grinned and moved about the crew, barking orders as he went. Riley moved to his navigator.

"So, where in the bloody hell are we today?" He asked, scanning over the maps and compasses that navigator had. It looked like they were nearing the port in Badajoz. Riley scratched his chin, trying to visualize the city in his minds eye. It came to him and his grin broadened. It was an affluent city, ripe with nobles who were just begging to have their money and jewels taken off of their hands.

"What say we go shoulder some of the financial burden in Badajoz?" He shouted to the crew. They all laughed and shouted their agreements and cheers. Riley nodded at the navigator.

"Badajoz it is."

 

[Masume]

"M'Lady we've got word there's a ship comin' to port."

Chantelle smiled widely, looking ahead to try to spot any activity with her naked eye. When she had no such luck, she glanced back down at...the person who had been rude enough not to share a name. "A new crewman eh? I always be willin' to have another shine my boot. So yes. You can stay. You'll earn your keep just as the others."

Chantelle walked past the woman and over the Atticus her messenger, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Would you say this ship belongs to Cap'n Callahan?"

Atticus bit down on the tips of his fingers and waved them about in front of him, curling and uncurling them. "If I say yes it'd be a lie and I cannot lie to you."

"Then who's-"

"I do not know."

"Right...." Raising a brow, she began to reply but paused to look at her crew. Placing two hands gently in her hips, Chantelle leaned forward and cackled sarcastically. "Looks like our new friend 'ere will be gettin' some action sooner than once thought!"

If the ship that was arriving at Badajoz they needed to be sure. One thing Chantelle hated was surprises and there had been far too many times when the bastard Callahan had surprised her. Only coming face to face on a few occasions their crews had battled for years, even before she was born. It was all about the pride of blood, keeping family legacy intact. The Callahan’s were hell-bent on tarnishing her family name. They even did as much to send their praises when she was born to her father. The insult of a female baby when you could have no other was immense. The Callahan’s thrived on this and took every opportunity to see too it that her father held the shame.

And when he died she made a promise.

"Rodrigo come here." She called to him; passing in a semi circle, walking so hard the heel of her boots could have dipped right through the floor of her ship. "Make our friend feel at home. We've got plenty to do but right now we play the waiting game. Whoever dares come into our territory will be our entertainment tonight. One more ship will go down under my name."

 

[caela]

"A new crewman eh? I always be willin' to have another shine my boot. So yes. You can stay. You'll earn your keep just as the others."

Mercy still had to fight not to squirm nervously like some green lad when the Captain looked down at her. Damn but she a presence that made her nervous! Realizing she hadn't given her name she gave a slight bow as she was told she could stay and smiled broadly.

"I thank you kindly Captain. I'm called Mercy and I apologize for not giving my name sooner. My time on the docks has taught me that sometimes anonimity is best until one is assured of their welcome. "

She said no more but melted back into the group of men behind her new Captain and watched as the woman asked if the ship that had come to port belonged to Callahan. Watching along the shore line she could just make out the shape of the ship coming into harbor and could tell that it did belong to Captain Callahan. She'd never worked his ship but she'd been in the same port it was before and it was a hard ship, and a hard crew, to forget. She'd made the mistake of drinking with a few of them one night on her last tour on a ship. Considering their reputation she thought it sheer luck that they hadn't taken her purse when she'd literally passed out under the table.

"Looks like our new friend 'ere will be gettin' some action sooner than once thought!"

The Captain's comment snapped her from her thoughts and instantly her hand was on her dagger hilt which made the men around her laugh. One of them clapped her on the back while another commented, "Sooner than thought lad but not YET!"

Laughing with the men she gave a shurg and a slightly sheepish grin and simply said, "It pays to be ready."

 

[GuyValentine]

Riley stood on the railing, one hand hanging on to a rope, the other clutched around a telescope. He smiled at what he saw.

"Well I'll be damned. If it isn't Lady Deville..." Riley's mind raced as he thought about what this meant. Riley knew that if he could see her, she could most definatly see him.

Should I ready the long 9's Captain? a crewman shouted at Riley.

Callahan thought for a moment then shook his head. As much of a theiving, lying, plundering pirate as he was, he was a good man. He knew that they'd be firing straight into the port, killing many many innocents. Riley avoided killing when he could. A grin swept across his face

"No, let's wait for nightfall. I remember how much Chantelle loves her suprises. Rudder about, take her behind that cove."

The Devil's Pearl changed direction and paced away to the east, giving the impression of fleeing. He wasn't sure if Chantelle would buy into the ploy, but it was better that hundreds of innocent citizens dead. Riley looked to the sky as they were completely sheilded in the cove. The darkness of night was fast approaching. Riley picked out a select few of his best fighters and armed them, preparing them for what was coming next.

 

[Masume]

“Mercy…” Chantelle grinned. “Now that my dear. Is a perfect name.” Slipping past her crew as they bustled around her, preparing for whatever they were in for. She peered out over the edge. Dusk was rapidly approaching and what looked like storm clouds were forming. Shit, as much as she loved thunder and rain she hated sailing in it.

“They appear to be moving out!” Chantelle shouted a wide grin spreading across her face. “Perhaps they’ve heard of me. You know how word travels around Badajoz.” There was no way that ship belonged to Callahan. He would have jumped at a chance to come fact to face with her. Or blade-to-blade. She was sure he would love to be able to say her death was at his blade. Unfortunately, for him that would never happen.

When the first drop fell and then another and another. She was right. Her eyes and instincts hadn’t fool3ed her. Black clouds spilled across the sky and rainfall soon hit hard down on Badajoz. “Wonderful…” Chantelle sighed.

She did liked the rain. There was just something about the way it kissed her chocolate skin as it fell lightly from the skies above. So sensual. It had a way of awakening secret desires, unfolding hidden emotions. Being a pirate a female one for that matter emotions were expelled. Banned for life. She’d leaned long ago that the cock and everything that came along with it was trouble. Desires and lust were put on hold.

“Mercy….love the name come here.” Chantelle wrapped a friendly arm around her and pulled her close. “Listen to me carefully, your disguise, love it but lose it. As long as you are apart of my crew…sailing on my Spanish Rose you will do so solely as a woman. Flaunt it and be proud of it. If I ever see you hiding who and what you are…believe me I shall have no problem tossin’ ya to Davy Jones' Locker!”

 

[Screech]

Rodrigo walked accross the deck of the Spanish Rose and up the the assembled crew. He bowed grandly before Chantelle. "It would be a pleasure, seniorita" He cast his gaze over at the woman calling hercelf Mercy. She sure knew how to hide her femaninity! He put a hand on her shoulder, and indicated towards the door to below deck. "This way please."

His grip tightened slightly as he led Mercy away from the others and through the door just as it started to rain outside. No thunder. Probably going to be a light shower. Leading Mercy into an unused cabin, he closed the door behind them. "This is where you'll sleep, seniorita Mercy. Is not spacious, but this is a ship, not a castillo" He leaned back against the door, eyeing the woman. "So. You can hide yourself. But it will take more than stealth to be a pirate. Can you handle cannon?"

 

[Katamari Roller]

Name: "Sabre" (being a mute, her name was given by her weapon of choice)
Age: 22
Physical: Tall and thin like bamboo, no secret as to her agility, and skin with a respectable tan, worthy of her Moroccian ascendancy. Golden, mysterious eyes favour her face, framed by her hair. Blonde-dyed short hair, that always looks ruffled. Wears a purple top and a purple skirt as well that reaches down almost to her ankle on one side, parted up all the way to her waist on the other, almost like a towel, that reveals her tight abdomen. Her feet are encased in leather sandals. She has a fire brand on her lower back, a simple "S" barely hidden by her skirt.

Her weapon of choice is a thin sabre she can wield fast like lightning.

Personality: Always relaxed, and bears a strange aura, as if she melded naturally with everything on sight. Being mute, she's a good listener, and unnaturally kind for someone who's an assassin.

Background: Given birth by a noble arab's concubine, Sabre's life started the wrong way. The arab's wife made sure this woman could never compete with her or her children, and made sure her father mistreated her as much as he could, going so far as to even brand her like cattle, something unusual in arab slaves. The humiliations went even further, going as far as rape and torture.

However, during a feast her father celebrated, which was witness to many nobles from many different cities, his wife insulted her and beat her. Finally snapping, Sabre's anger and despair took over, and she killed her father and his wife. Seeing this, one of the nobles bought her from the arab's son, who decided selling her was for the best. Since this moment on, Sabre was mute, not speaking one word at all.

The noble who bought her turned out to be one of the leaders of an organization of assassins. Seeing the material before him, he trained her as hard as he wanted, her being accustomed to torture far worse than the pain she endured during her training, and became the assassin's masterpiece. Soon, she was known to be a skillful assassin, but this was not what Sabre wanted for herself, and ran away. She fought her way through the pursuers sent after her, and finally arrived at the docks where she embarked a passanger ship...

... which was boarded by The Devil's Pearl. Sabre fought all advances on her from pirates intending to rape her, killing one and wounding five more before the captain reached the room where the fight took place. Seeing a crewman slaughtered, Riley reasoned that since she had killed one of his men, Sabre should replace him in his crew... and for some reason, she accepted, silently stepping beside the captain and kneeling, offering her sabre to him. Since then, Sabre has made it her job to protect captain Riley, and it can't be said she is failing until now...



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Sabre stood silently under the rain on the deck of The Devil's Pearl. Closing her eyes, she let the hard rain hit her body with all of its strength. Being mute, there were a number of things Sabre had learnt to make up for that. Listening to others, listening to everything around her... and letting her body draw pleasure out of every breeze, water drop, and sun ray that hit her.

Her hair was wet, droplets running down her skin. The mix of warmth and cold felt wonderful to her. A sailor walked past, his steps sounding as clear as cannon fire to Sabre's well-trained ears. She knew the sailors were not accustomed to women in a ship, let alone a woman who spent most of her time on deck, be it raining or clear, with a lot of sun or not at all... but she enjoyed this. If she couldn't talk to others, say what she thought or what she felt, then at least she could enjoy her own thoughts and body with all of her being.

The sound of weapons would have made her ears twitch if she was more like an animal. Sabre snorted to herself, thinking how appropiate that idea was. Just like an animal, she used her instincts in every fight, and this had allowed to survive until now...

A pistol being loaded, a sword being sheathed... all of this came as clearly to her as if she was seeing it. She opened her eyes, and looked around herself. Night had fallen, perfect for an attack...

 

[caela]

“Listen to me carefully, your disguise, love it but lose it. As long as you are apart of my crew…sailing on my Spanish Rose you will do so solely as a woman. Flaunt it and be proud of it. If I ever see you hiding who and what you are…believe me I shall have no problem tossin’ ya to Davy Jones' Locker!”

Mercy didn't doubt the Captain in the least but she still could help but smiling at the threat of being tossed into the sea if she continued to hide that she was a woman. On any other ship she'd be tossed to sea if didn't hide that she was a woman. Being somewhere that she could truly be herself was going to be a delight.

"Not a problem Captain," she said and reached up to pull the leather thong that held her hair back free. Her fiery curls cascaded around her face now but fell only to her shoulders, she'd had to keep it short all these years for her disguise. Letting it down softened her features and even with her breasts bound there would have been no way to hide her femininity...because of that it had been years since she'd let it down in front of anyone!

Mercy watched the man that came and bowed before the Captain and she tried not to flinch when he put a hand on her shoulder. She'd been hiding what she was for long to avoid the brothels that it was going to take her a little time to trust the men around her with them knowing her proper sex. Giving an apologetic smile for the flinch she moved toward the door he indicated below decks.

"This is where you'll sleep, seniorita Mercy. Is not spacious, but this is a ship, not a castillo" He leaned back against the door, eyeing the woman. "So. You can hide yourself. But it will take more than stealth to be a pirate. Can you handle cannon?"

Not spacious?! Ther Mercy it looked like heaven. She'd been pretending to be a man for years which meant she usually bunked in with the men when she was aboard a ship. It could have been the size of a postage stamp (and it already wasn't much bigger) and she'd have been thrilled with it simply because it was hers.

"In a pinch yes I can handle a cannon though it's not my best skill. I've not been in many sea battles and the few I have been in the crew tried to keep me away from them unless there was no other choice. They didn't think a "boy" as skinny as me would be strong enough.

Just about anything else I am quite proficient at. I can rebraid frayed rope, mend sails - hell mend anything with a needle and thread, my stitching is quite good- cook, and there's nothin on board a ship I can't clean until it gleams. Give me some practice with the cannons and I'll be just as good with them as anything else Rodrigo."

It was clear as she listed her skills that she wasn't trying to boast, she was simply stating facts. She'd been sailing for nine years now and new her way around a ship and it's chores.

 

[Screech]

Rodrigo listened intently to everything Mercy had told about her skills. Most of what she had said would be considered a 'womans work' in high society. Cooking, sewing, caring, everything that a woman would have been expected to learn to do. However, this was a ship, and work knew no boundries. If something needed to be done, it would get done! Being an ex-marine, Rodrigo was no stranger to 'volunteering' for any work, but with a skilled cook and seamstress on board, volunteering would probably become lessened for those tasks.

Rodrigo smiled at Mercy's comment about not being in many naval combats. She would have to learn, and fast how to defend herself, and also be able to take the fight to another. After all, a pirates life is one of constant danger. "You have good skills seniorita Mercy, but you will have to learn to fight like a devil if you wish to survive this life. I can teach you many things in that regard, but first I shall let you get aquainted with your quarters. If you wish to talk, I shall be outside, si?"

Rodrigo gave a short bow before opeing the door to Mercy's new quarters. Before stepping outside, he pulled a flintlock pistol out of a basic holster, and held it out, handle first, toward Mercy. "A gun for you, seniorita. It is a good first defence, si?"

 

[caela]

Mercy returned Rodrigo's bow and offered a friendly smile as he made to leave. When he turned back and reached a gun out to her she was startled and her fingers reached out tentatively for the offered handle. Taking it gently she stared down at the gun almost reverantly. She knew how to shoot of course, and quite well, but she'd never actually been able to afford her own gun and so had become more proficient with her dagger as it was hers.

"A gun for you, seniorita. It is a good first defence, si?"

"Thank you Rodrigo. It is an excellant first defense. As soon as I can afford my own I will return this to you I swear it," she said softly. Holding the gun she quietly began to run her fingers along it's clean lines, getting to know the weapon in her hand. It was something she'd learned on her first ship...learn your weapons well, know them better than you know your lovers body and they'd never fail you.

 

[Screech]

Rodrigo chuckled at Mercy's words. "Afford a new one Seniorita? It is easier to take one from a raid, si? But, with luck, riches will flow our way soon enough. Spanish gold is in abundance" Smiling once more, Rodrigo bowed out of the room and closed the cabin door. He stood by, waiting for a second, helf expecting Mercy to barrage him with questions about life on board ship, or Chantelle. Silence followed. Perhaps she was thinking? That was fine. Rodrigo was thinking too. About her wild red hair, her soft face, the curves that undoubtedly lay beneath the heavy clothes... And how life on the sea can change people

Walking a few steps away from Mercy's quarters, Rodrigo looked down through a small iron grating into the very depths of the hold. It was dark down there. Normally, such a place would be used for captives, but Chantelle had proven that captives are a rare thing. Instead, it was used to store booty. And it was nearly empty. "We had better get some gold soon..."

 

[GuyValentine]

Riley ran a hand through his now soaked brown hair, tying it back. It was one hindrence he didn't need tonight, and tonight was important. Chantelle Deville was one of the biggest names on the seas, along with his. If he could take her out tonight he'd be the most feared pirate in the 7 seas. This thought appealed to him as prepped his sword and tucked his black pistol away. Hiding a dagger in his boot. Riley scanned over the boarding party he had chosen and spoke to each individually. Finally he came to Sabre, the beautiful but deadly women. The only women he'd ever allowed to sail on his ship. He remembered the night that they'd picked her up well. She'd wounded many sailors and killed one. Riley had seen and appreciated how well she handled her Sabre, and since she didn't speak it made things hard to comunicate. He walked and stood beside Sabre on the deck as she stared out at the sea.

"Ready for a little fun?" He said, smiling at the girl. He looked at her as she said nothing. Riley laughd a little.

"Me too. Tonight's important Sabre, you know that. If we succeed we'll run the seas, but if we fail......." Riley looked at the girl, not wanting say what he knew was possible. He shook the thought from his head, he smiled confidently. One thing could be said of Riley, he was arrogant. He clapped her on the shoulder with his hand.

"Fight well."

Riley turned away from her so he could adress the entire boarding party.

"Right. It's that time again boys! Let's do what we do best!" The crew cheered again as they all boarded several small boats, covered in black to blend in with the dark night. Riley stared at Deville's ship as they came closer and closer.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Sabre grinned wolfily, and nodded slowly, acknowledgeing Riley's words. She went a bit stiff when he touched her... but that was definitely an improvement. The first time he did that, one hand grabbed her sabre, the other one grabbed his pistol. And not metaphorically speaking. Her actual first reaction was intended to shoot it into his leg...

Truth was, the whole pirate respect system was not worth a damn to Sabre... and she found no real logic behind it. Sooner or later, someone came along and put you in your place. Just like it happened with assassins who became too cocky and started doing stupid things, like leaving presentation cards in the scene.

Sabre looked up into the sky, and closed her eyes, sighing. The wind was picking up, and it caressed her skin nicely, cold yet soft. Her weapon hung off her back, and across her waist, and its weight recomforted her. She glanced at Riley, her head still looking up. The excitement prior to the battle could be read in her eyes...

... but Sabre didn't really enjoy killing people. She was not bloodthirsty, and at times she forgave wounded foes. Sadly, most of them died anyway when the pirates caught them...

Damn, those blue eyes of him are rather nice... Sabre enjoyed looking at people's eyes. They always were beautiful, no matter the color. It was the brightness in them that mattered... and Riley's eyes were pretty bright...

Sabre hoped she would never see those eyes' light disappear.

 

[GuyValentine]

As the boarding boats slid silently through the dark water, Riley began to get that feeling that he had before any battle. The thrill, the excitement, he felt as if there was an electrical current coursing through his veins and he loved it. The boats came closer and closer, drawing in the oars as they approached the boat, as not to make any noise. As the boats made it to The Spanish Rose, the men began their assent to the decks above. Riley knew that most of the men would be asleep. It was late and they would all be tired from a hard days work. There would only be a few guards on the main deck that they would have to deal with.

Riley climbed with the rest of the crew until they made it to the top. He set his boot down softly onto the deck, seeing only one guard in his field of vision. Riley reached into his boot and withdrew the consealed dagger, he grabbed the guards mouth and slid the dagger across his throat. The blood flowing freely from the poor mans slit throat. Riley signaled for the rest of the team to follow. One by one they began picking off the guards in silence. Everything was going according to plan until Riley glanced over and saw a yawning mad coming out of the crews quarters, suddenly the man's eyes went from sleepy to wide open. Riley swore as the man lept for the alarm bell. Riley hurled his knife and it took the man in the back, killing him, but it was too late. The man's momentum carried him right into the bell and it rang loudly. Riley swore and drew his sword.

"Party's starting boys."

Riley positioned himself, waiting for the onslaught of sailors he knew was coming shortly after.