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Darkness Angel Kogoro Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 10:46 am
Rachel giggled while Arabeth helped her up, she wobbled a few more times then wrapped her arms around the woman, "You're..." she hicuped, "my newsht friend!" she declared in her drunken state, her feet wobble a few more times until she grabs a chair from the table and sits down.
It was times like this Rachel wouldn't remember, and Rachel definately wouldn't want to remember this fun-filled trip to a bar. She rested her head on the table and began to snore louder than the waves during a thunderstorm.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 11:42 am
Arabeth only shook her head, rubbing at her shirt to get what ever dirt she could off and helped the woman sit down. She hoped she wouldn’t slip out of the chair, that wouldn’t be good at all. She set down her rum, no good would come from being drunk at the moment anyway.
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 2:54 pm
After letting out a small sigh, Shun drank a little more of his ale before moving from his seat. He might as well get this over with while the crew was still here. Though as he approached the long table, he glanced over at the drunken lady and shook his head.
"Better get her to settle down before she ends up getting kicked out," he suggested to the silver-haired one that was helping her.
From there, he turned towards a few of the others, to the one that seemed to be the captain to be more exact. Though she was sitting on some man's lap, he just guessed that she was the one in charge of the pirates here.
"Is your ship setting sail anytime soon?"
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Posted: Fri Sep 29, 2006 4:50 pm
Jackie Bailey was more than unsure of what she was about to do. There was word around that a pirate ship was in search of a crew and this was exactly the opportunity she had been waiting for since…ever. What she was even more unsure about was whether they would be a demand in gunners. She knew for a fact that most of the time deckhands were all too easy to find. She pushed the door open to see very few occupants today.
She walked in and stood looking for someone who looked distinguished enough to be a Captain or something close to it.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 9:56 pm
Katherine listened in stunned silence to Gabriella's tale, piecing it together in her mind. Once she got over the shock of it, the captain found herself rather amused by the whole situation, if not a bit irritated. "Well I'm glad your back, it's been hell on earth trying to get that tub moving without a proper crew. Daria's just fine, I'll have you know. We got to Divvytown sometime after you left, it would appear. She's probably off sulking on the ship still."
Katherine couldn't help but add a sneer to the last part. The whole situation with Daria was getting tiresome, and even with the reappearance of Gabriella and the missing crew all Katherine could think of was enjoying herself while she still could. She'd probably be as sore as Rachel in the morning, (who would indeed be aching, by the looks of it) but Katherine would probably harbor half the regrets.
With that thought in mind, Katherine ignored the monkey that seemed to be skittering about and set into her cups with new determination. She'd gotten a fair bit more rum into her by the time a dark haired upstart ask a question of her, and she was rather offput by the interruption. "We'll sail when we sail. What business is it of yours, in any case?"
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 10:29 pm
While he stood by, Shun glanced over at two of the women. He didn't know how he had missed it at first, but he soon reconized one of them. Shaking his head to himself, he turned his attention back to the Captain. The man knew he was more or less barging in onto this, but it was a little late to turn back.
"I'm in need of a ride off of this island. Now I know that pirates are no ferry service, so I'd be more than willing to do work aboard the ship while I'm there. If you have no room aboard your ship, or simply don't want me around, then I'll just have to find another way out of this place."
Nodding along with this, he shot a glance over at Arabeth once more as he waited for a reply.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 10:31 pm
Elsa stared in awe at the booming Cutlass; it seemed that the pirates from both docked ships had filled the place with warm bodies and noise. Nodding to Annie, who was scrambling to personally chatter with each and every patron, the redhead perched on her normal stool by the fire and began to sing an Irish ballad, taught to her by her mother long ago.
A few pirates glanced up as the soft, sad soprano wafted through the air with its escort of smoke and flies.
o come all you young fowlers that handle the gun
Beware of late shooting at the setting of the sun.
Have you heard of this sad story that has happened of late
To Molly Bawn Clements whose beauty been great.
She been coming from her uncle's in a sharp shower of hail,
And under a green bush herself did conceal.
Her true lover been a-fowling, he mistook her as a swan,
And it was to his misfortune that he shot Molly Bawn.
o it's when he came up to her and it's her he did see,
His limbs they grew weak and his eyes could not see
As he rubbed her fair temples and found she was dead.
Then a welting of tears for his true love he shed.
Then it's home to his old father he quicklie did run
With his gun on his shoulder and he scarcely able to speak
Sayin' "Father, dearest father, do you know what I have done?
I have shot lovelie Molly at the setting of the sun.
Her white apron it being around her, I mistook her as a swan,
And it's to my sad misfortune that I shot Molly Bawn." o up speaks his old father whose locks they were grey, Saying, "I beg of you, my dear son, do not run away, But stay in your own country till the trial it does come on And you ne'er shall be hanged by the laws of our land."
O the night before the trial to her uncle she appeared,
Saying, "Uncle, dearest uncle, do not hang my dear,
My white apron it being around me, he mistook me as a swan,
And it's to his great misfortune that he shot Molly Bawn."
o it's Molly, lovelie Molly, you're my joy and hearts delight
And if you were living, we'd be wedded this night,
I would roll you in my arms, acushla graile machree,
But it's to my sad misfortune it was Molly I seen.
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Posted: Sat Sep 30, 2006 10:32 pm
Arabeth only glared over at Shun. She’d planned on staying away from the man in till she could get off of the island and now he wanted to join the crew of the ship she’d just joined. She rolled her eyes and looked back over at the bar. Deciding it was best for the captain to speak before she conversed with the man.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:12 am
Katherine regarded the the man evenly, notcing the slight foreign cast to his features as she considered his words. With her luck he'd turn out to be part elf or something equally ridiculous. With a shrug made more liquid by the drinks, Katherine decided that recruits were recruits, and the Dementia damned well needed more of them. Mood sufficiently turned by this, she smiled up at the man.
"Welcome aboard then, my friend. The articles are over there, awaiting your signing pleasure." She waved a lazy hand towards the papers, strewn amongst sticky cups and new shipmates, turning back to Gabriella with a thought to talk more about the details of her escape.
It was then that a thought struck Katherine like a slap full in the face, quite dispelling the pleasant atmosphere the alcohol and company had been brewing. If Gabriella and Jemima had made it safely away from Divvytown, then Jonathan had gone to his ill-considered mission for nothing. He was very probably dead now, caught and hanged by the navy without even a daring rescue to show for it.
She paused to think about the last time she had seen the irritating but well spoken man and realized that they had parted on bad terms, largely due to her own ego. Katherine gulped down the bitter dregs of her rum, not sure whether it was the drink or her guilt turning her stomach sour.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 12:31 am
With a sigh John took out his lemon drops and used them like the merchant had said as soon as he did another voice was added to the group.
"Im always getting yelled at mon...These humans are uncalm mon. Mr.Gibbons do this Mr.Gibbons do that...Mr.Gibbons dont throw your poop like that....Geez." Came a squeaky voice from the little monkey.
John promptly threw his rum away surly convined it was drugged. "My monkey is talking......"
".....What you can hear me now mon? Thank God your not as dum as you look." Mr.Gibbons gave a chuckle.
"My...monkey...is talking..." John seemed to reassure himself that this was really happening. John decided to ignore the monkey completly now.He looked back to Katherine she didnt seem so happy any more which seemed to make John sad for some reason. Standing John went to the bar and asked to by a sweet cake if they had them. With what little he had left he bought a sweet cake and walked back to Katherine. As he stood there for a moment he remembered her name. This was all to confusing how did he remember so much and yet so little.
"Um Captain Katherine...." He held out the sweet cake for her."Something to go with the the rum..if you want it that is."
"Ohhh you like her dont you mon?...Go Johnny Boy!" The little monkey squeaked before jumping to his shoulder.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 1:16 am
Opening the door, a certain English officer in a red-coated uniform of an Admiral strides across the room toward the bar, ignoring the patrons around him, and not noticing his fellow crewmates or superiors. "Red wine, please," he asks the tavernkeep.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 1:19 am
Katherine was lost in misery for a long while, barely noticing the growing rowdiness of those around her, almost failing to hear anything until a tanned hand thrust a cake in front of her face. Katherine stared at it for a moment, puzzled. She looked up at the lad holding it, and tried to put a name to the face.
"...Rackham, isn't it?" Katherine took the cake and bit into it, though still feeling too lowly to really taste it. Still, she vaguely felt the man deserved some sort of response for his troubles, and struggled to remember her previous encounters with him. "Mm. You've always been a good cook. Finest the Dementia's had."
There wasn't really any feeling behind the words, and knowing herself for a fraud Katherine quickly decided she wasn't going to get any more pleasure out of the evening. Rising on slightly unsteady legs, equally from the shocks she'd had that evening as to the drinks, Katherine headed for the door with only a quiet order for Gabriella to take care of the recruits.
Her eyes had somehow drifted down to the floor, so it was little surprise to the captain when she bumped into someone. Looking up to offer a quick curse, Katherine was stunned to look into the familiar green eyes belonging to Jonathan Graves.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 1:30 am
Jonathan frowned when his eyes came in contact with Katherine's as they bumped into each other. At first, he thought it was just some drunk woman, but unfortunately for him, it was his old captain. Someone he certainly did not want to see first thing upon reaching land, at least not until he got an apology. "Are you going to just stand there with a blithering look on your face, captain" he said sharply, "or are you going to b***h me out for something I didnt do, like always?" In hindsight, Jonathan didnt really mean to say such things to her, but the last encounter he had with Katherine left a foul taste in his mouth.
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 1:42 am
Katherine gaped at jonathan soundlessly, her mind refusing to fit together the idea that he was dead but he was also there. After a moment she came to grips with the fact that if he had survived Divvytown then it was logical that he'd come here not long after the Dementia, having known it was their destination. By the time she had gathered herself enough to greet him, Jonathan had spoken sharply and left katherine once more unable to speak.
She was about to reply just as bitterly, with all the anger and annoyance she'd felt at him earlier, but bit off the words before they left her mouth. For once in her life, Katherine thought before she spoke. True, the man was irritating beyond compare, but the potion incident was just as much her fault as it was his, if anyone was to blame at all. She recalled suddenly how oddly sad she'd felt only moments before at the thought of Jonathan's death, and resolved to act with some measure of maturity.
Biting back her pride, Katherine stepped closer to Jonathan and spoke softly. "No." She said quietly. "I'm not. I never should have done so in the first place." She looked up into his face and searched for some sort of understanding. "I'm... sorry."
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Posted: Sun Oct 01, 2006 1:49 am
Jonathan genuinely smiled at Katherine, turning his previous attitude completely around. "I'm a bit surprised at you, hun," he remarks. "You managed to bite back your own words AND apologize." He looks around the room before sighing, "This place is a bit too crowded. Would you like to get a private room so we can talk about what had happened while I we were away?" His offer was enhanced by a sly wink. Perhaps he was putting something more on the offering table...
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