The Cumming Dawn (Open/PM First)

[Kuuroinochou]

Welcome ole' chaps to the Cumming Dawn. We got quite a ride for you... ever heard of them wenches that escaped the asylum? Yeah them strange wenches... what be their names? Ah yes! Rosette Le'Fluer and Charlene LaSouris they be the weirdest yet, you know why? Oh you know... they up and stole me boat! Yep that's why I'm hear hanging from this here tree. I was minding me own when they come hootin' and hollerin', kicked me right off and stole me crew! Those bastards, I be havin' there head when you get me boat back... I do. Hey lawman, you gettin' me boat right? Hey... hey!!!!

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The sound of snoring came to the right of me, I wasn't much one for sleeping when I just got finished stealing someone's ride but it didn't matter to much. After beating up half the crew and tossing what remained of their body parts overboard, the rest of the gents' figured they be best to listen to us little ladies least they be fish food. So with half an hour out to sea and half a crew later I waited patiently for my partner in crime to wake her crazy ass up. Escaping an asylum wasn't easy but by far it was the funniest I've had in years. You just don't get to snap necks and break bones as much these days. What with everyone buying a gun, dagger or sword.

The major issue was folks thought that cause we were femme and crazy we didn't have no brain to take care of ourselves. While I'm deadliest with a weapon I can be just as troublesome with my own two hands. Another gurgled snore from my right pulled me from thought. That blasted wench she always did this. Exert herself to complete exhaustion... kicking her side she only twitched then rolled. "Wench! Get up!" Couldn't be sleeping all day now we had to get this thing moving. The lawmen would surely come to scoop us up.

Almost on cue a knock at the door stole my attention. Shifting in my skirts - I quickly went for the door and opened it. One of the crewmen - a skittish one - made an announcement. "The lawmen are coming... ma'am." A dark red brow rose on my face. Like I could care less, why weren't they up there making preparations? "And you came down here to tell me because?" Incompetent fools!

"Ma'am we're not pirates we're only lowly fishermen. We don't out run the law we have to slow down and let them--" Kicking him out of the way I stormed out of the Captain's chambers barking behind for Charlie to get her ass up.

"We got a crew to massacre and I know you love massacres!" Who didn't love an all out bloodbath. If it came to it, they'd just hop on the lawman's boat and kill those bastards too.... ah man. Ain't no way we could run a boat without a crew... "Need to find some damn pirates..." I mumbled once on deck. And sure enough these idiots were slowing down. "By all that is unholy! What the fuck are you doing?"


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[Mephistophelily]

It was such a nice view.

Golds and jewels and a nice big plate of roasted duck. It had to be duck. No chickens of those damnable "turnkey" things people were always blathering about. Icky looking noisy things. She would hate to eat those again.

Oh, look. There went another one of those half naked fellas they'd found. Couldn't quite remember WHERE they found him, but damn it all if he didn't look lovely in nothing but that white cloth.

He came over to her. A smile upon his face, starting to kneel beside her.
Wait, no, he was kicking her. He was kicking her hard!

"OY! AYE! WHAT THE FROOK!"

Charlene shot up in the bed, looking around wildly. "Where'in'da'hell'd he go?!"

Rosette.
Ruining dreams and causing nightmares. It was funny when she did it to OTHERS. Just plain mean when she did it to HER. Grumbling softly, Charlie started to roll back over, growling even louder as the man outside started yelling about the law and such not. "Shut 'im UUUUP!," Charlie shouted back, flailing a hand about to find an empty run bottle and hurling it at the door.

She would need to get up, from the sounds of it. Damn these fishermen and their wonderfully well stocked supply of drinks. Damn her own decision to try and polish it all off after Rose had tossed their Captain off. A celebration had desperately been in order, at least in Charlie's mind, and she was more than thrilled to have it. A ship, a crew, freedoms from that hell of an asylum- They weren't as crazy as folk seemed to think. They both had their reasons for what they had done. Charlie got sick of hearing voices in her head. So she got rid of the folk who sounded most like them. Her neighbor, the pastor. That lady down the road that kept giving her such a bad look. An absolutely, perfectly legitimate reason. She knew her head wasn't completely right, she didn't need an asylum to tell her that. Burt she was doing well enough to fix it on her own. If it didn't set right, get rid of it. What was so hard about that? Rosette seemed to get it, encouraged her to go for it. Sure, sometimes Charlie was a bit hard to understand, the voices she heard making it hard for her to talk sometimes (It was just too damn loud to hear her own voice), but it was a project she was working on. Once all the other ones were gone, she could make sense of herself.

Groaning softly, she tumbled out of the bed in her attempt to stand, finding that her legs had decided to take up a new definition for walking. Half-staggering stumble. Using this new method to approach the door, she flung it open, the ship's lurch helping to propel her to the Captain's rail to overview the crew. "Ay. What'd he say, there? A moment ago? Lawmen? Ohhh, but we just LEFT those. I don't plan to be goin' back any time..." She made a bit of a face, her lips rubbing together. Oh, that was a bad taste. All alcohol? Or was there some bad decisions made last night? She frowned, grabbing the collar of a passing crew member. "You. Did I- We didn't fuck, yeah?"

The man just shook his head wildly, hastily pulling away and returning to his duties... In assisting in slowing the ship. Rosette's furied roar made them all halt, looking up with wild eyes as Charlie began to giggle. "Ohhh, you've pissed her now...," She tittered, grabbing the rail once more. "Christ, can't you keep this boat from DOIN' THAT?!"

She gave a heavy sigh, respositioning her legs for a better stance on the deck, then pointed to the sails. "Raise those back up, take back to full speed! Set course for Eastern waters! Whatever y' be doin', y' don't be stoppin' for the law! Let's make this clearer, then, aye? Anythin' y' think y' SHOULD be doin', be doin' the OPPOSITE!" Lowering her hand, she gave a look to her companion, shaking her head. "Find port?" She paused, Charlie simply scowling a bit more. "Find a new damned crew? I think we may run out before we get there. I need t'... I need t' go throw somebody over. I think he's the parrot in m' damn dream." She hastily raised a finger, then went off in search of the man. "CRAWCRAAW!"

 

[Kuuroinochou]

If anyone was to understand Charlie it would be Rosette but half the time she just left the woman to her own devices. Even a translator of her speech wouldn't have helped much. Just listen long enough to get bits and pieces and the rest would come to ya. Far be it for Rosette to say otherwise. Besides whose idea was it to call them crazy anyway? Charlie had a very healthy appetite for getting things done, effective and efficient. If it didn't work, get rid of it. Simple enough.

For Rosette it had something to do with her sex drive. She liked it hard, rough and straight up. No need for foreplay. She had been married in the past but when the old hubby was losing his game, it was time to move on. And since she couldn't leave him properly she only followed her wedding vows "until death do us part" so they "parted", well he did, down the middle but she had a long life ahead of her. And wouldn't that be her luck the second husband suffered from seed-sharing syndrome. He had a need to spread his seed far and wide. Rosette was ever the dutiful wife and cleaned up all of his messes and upon "parting" with him, she made sure he went in pieces. The same pattern continued until she was taken in for being far too mental. Rosette snorted... mental was not the case. She knew exactly what she was doing!

And as she watched the men take their cue from Charlie she tried to reign in on her temper. Seriously! Men! All they were good for was a quick ride on the donkey stick. "Charlie shall I throw them over?" She really should. Maybe there was a bunch of competent women out there looking to sail the seven seas? "We seriously need to find a better crew, maybe with women. We can just round up the men and keep them below decks for other means." Sex. It was all Rosette thought about these days. That's what drove her crazy! If she didn't get enough she'd lose her flippin' mind and then she'd go into a bloodlust, that's the worst thing that could happen. Well outside of her usual temper tantrums. "You there!" She pointed... the man moved quickly and with his momentum she tossed him overboard. Turning to Charlie she smiled. "I tried to ride him last night... he was so worthless, the whelp knew nothing." And then he came without me. The cad!" She snorted and pushed through the throng of men. Most got out of the way others ignored her completely.

"We need to out ride those lawmen and then find ourselves a new crew. Anyone that wants to live, get our asses out of here and you can leave upon next port!" A course of cheers ripped the small ship as men milled about doing as they were told. "See, incentive. Works every time."

 

[LitShark]

Crow's Nest

Crow was slumped down, back against the lightly swaying mast, narrow ass tucked up on the tiny platform that he'd nested in and hatched his name from. It wasn't a bad place to be, really. He'd made a mistake by coming down when the two women had boarded them, they started shouting and killing, and when Crow had opened his mouth to try and yield the humble fishing vessel- one of those crazy bitches snatched his deep blue eye, clean out of the socket.

The bloody chasm itched like a Son-of-a-bitch. He ought to have disinfected it with some run from the Quarters, but the crazies had claimed it as their asylum. Crow had his, crouched down below the railing, out of sight, out of mind. Right where he wanted to stay.

The telescopic lens was much easier, now that he'd pulled down his scarlet sash over the itching, nagging, puss spewing wound that had glued itself to the sash. Where his eye had been, there was a black stain through the crimson, it wasn't something he looked forward to removing. The long, copper series of intersecting tubes peered out from between the slats of the Crow's Nest, atop the CD's tallest mast. He could see right onto the deck of the pursuing ship.

There was the former captain, his captain, not so long ago; hopping up and down, berating who must have been an Admiral, as he commanded one of the largest, most ominous, three-deck, five-sail hulks that he'd ever lay eye on. It most likely carried a few hundred cannon in total, however the number on each side seemed to Crow's nervous mind like thousands upon thousands. In terms of a silver lining, the fishing vessel was smaller, lighter and blissfully unburdened with the bounty of tuna it had been intended to bear. They ought to be tacking into this headwind- that was about to rip across their low pressure system- and skipping off toward the Cape Cities. No way could that lumbering thing keep pace.

So why did they seem to be getting closer?

Crow peered his spyglass downward, collapsing one or two sections back on themselves, so as not to be examining the swirl patterns in the grain of the boards of the deck. He watched the one who seemed to be the crazier of the two shove one of the old fishers overboard to almost certain death. Unless the cannon hulk tossed him out a line, which seemed unlikely.

Shortly after, the other one gave some speech. Most of it was too faint for Crow to pick up on, but he did understand "Get our asses out of here." A woman after his own heart. After she mentioned "letting" them out at the next port, a cheer rose from the crowd. Those bitches really thought that they were all just their prisoners. Crow had planned to swim the last hundred yards to the first land he saw regardless of any promises of demented minds, but he watched with displeasure as the inept crew went to make a show of "driving" the boat, staying the course that would lead them into slack sail suicide.

"Tack!" Crow shouted at the top of his lungs, before he even realized what he was saying. "There's a headwind coming through, we need to tack! We'll leave them in a wide wake!"

Only a few eyes glanced up to the odd bird in the Crows Nest and their incompetent inaction displayed clearly that none had understood him. He needed to go down there, unless he wanted to plead his case to a cannon ball- these ladies, at least one of them, had to possess some sort of sense, survival instinct at the very least. He just hoped he could keep his good eye. The other one still itched so damn bad!

Crow leaped over the rail with practiced ease, over fifteen meters above the deck, easily clinging to the agonizingly thin rungs which had been hammered into the mast at odd intervals. Lean, dexterous hands and long feet in soft soled shoes scampered down the tall mast as easily as if he were rolling out of bed.

"Excuse me- um... Cap'n. If I may." Crow stammered nervously after landing his rope soled slippers on the deck. "We need to tack out to starboard. There's a headwind coming through and if we keep going this way we'll push out into a dead wind. We need to turn!"

When Crow realized that the had shouted the last bit he flinched away as soon as the words left his mouth, instinctively protecting the hole in the side of his face. No wonder most serious sailors swore it was ill fortune to have women on a ship. He hoped that he wouldn't be flogged for talking back to the captain.

 

[Mephistophelily]

To be fair, the fella had pretty eyes.
Wasn't Charlie's fault she thought he was hidin' sapphires in 'em. Well, maybe it was. But she had wanted the pretty sparkly, and the more he talked to her, the more he stared at her, the more she wanted the damn thing. Maybe he had been lookin' at Rose. She wasn't sure on that part either. Talking and looking and shiny things. Charlie simply couldn't pay attention to all three.

Good Gods in all the Heavens, did he ever raise a stink when she tried to get it. You'd've thought she was trying to take his whole bloody brain out the hole. All she had wanted was the gem. Damn thing wasn't even real. Felt all funny and icky and bled. Now that simply wasn't right. She'd tossed it to that dog running about the deck.

She still needed to check with Rose on if there had ever truly BEEN a dog on the ship. Just because she saw it... Damn hallucinations. Or as she called them, "That shit nonaya other bastards even thinktanotice!"

he was resourceful. Even found himself a pretty scarf to wear over it. A true pirate man now. Look at him, up there. She found it funny, until someone told her his name.

"Wassat?" She had stared at them sourly, glaring back up to the one eyed man. Crow? Bird. PARROT!

He had since become a focus of her contempt. Birdboy. Up in his nest. She needed a rock. What happened to that pretty one? Oh right, the dog. She stood staring at his hiding spot now, up at him, spooked slightly as he shouted out. What'd he call her?! Hag?! "Oy!! Who you callin' HAG, Cyclops?!"

Oh. That wasn't he had said at all. Maybe. Was it? Damn one eyed bird. His rantings changed, complaints on their current heading, suggestions on where they should be headed. Charlie simply peered at him, crowing again as he jumped and leapt, making his way to Rosette. Her nose wrinkled, folding her arms over her chest as he spouted off again, trying to redirect their path. "He's tryin' t' turn us in, Rosie!," She spat, shaking her head. "Don't believe 'im!"

What a pretty sapphire he had. Where had its mate gone off to?

"Lemme throw 'em, Rosie. Please. I don't want him in my head anymore, you've heard me at night. Tryin' to steal m' eyes." Funny. Why would she be dreaming that about a bird here? She tried to call anything related. Hm. Nothing significant seemed to- "The law's on our asses, Rose! I don't want t' go back to the cages, I won't go back t' that place, that hell, I'll-" She looked back to Crow, a wild look in her eyes. "Yer in that nest all damned day, what should we be doin', eh?!"

Wait, hadn't he just-
Someone had.

She squinted at him, her memory already getting fuzzy with the panic starting to creep through her. "We listen to him, Rosie. He can see in the waves, and see the best paths. Follow Bird! Crow. HIM!" She jabbed a finger at the one eyed one, nodding furiously. Tack and Hag and Hang the Ass! Get your legs movin' and the sails rearranged! If you want clear of us, best be gettin' clear of THEM!" She stabbed off into the distance now, indicating the ship trailing behind.