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 Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 11:31 pm
Jonathan stopped sipping his rum in a coconut and inspected the newcomer from head to toe without getting up from his hammock. A cute girl, indeed, one that could rival Cosette or Alexandra, if he wasn't already taken (not that that has stopped him before). "Aye, I am the new captain of the Dementia. Katherine Kruel is on shore leave. How may I assist you?"
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 4:32 am
A faint smirk fell upon the girl's lips as she lifted her chin a bit. "The name's Skurvy. Leona Skurvy. I was once a deckhand on the ship meself, but the... crew sent me on shore leave because they couldn't understand all of what I was sayin'."
Lifting her leg, she pulled a small book from her boot and tossed it to the new Captain. It was her journal, things written just as she would say it. "To give yeh an example..."
With a short pause, her arms moved to rest upon her hips, one leg crossing before her to rest her toe upon the floor of the tavern. "I was wonderin' if I may be allowed back in the crew...?" She started again with a small grin, only to drop it and narrow her eyes with what she said next. "Or does my English still need a bit of work...?"
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 5:44 am
Jonathan turned his head toward the girl when she showed him her journal, though it was obvious he was admiring her legs rather than the entries. Shrugging it off, he goes back to nursing his rum. "Can you handle a cutlass? A musket? A cannon?" he asks. "It does not matter if you are a deaf mute, if you are able to do any one of these things, you are more than welcome on the ship." The Englishman looks up at the open sky, now darkening to night, and waves his hand over to the nearby chairs. "Pull yourself up a chair and relax while we discuss your career."
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 8:02 am
"If I was deaf or mute, would I be able to talk and understand you now, Captain?" she spoke with a bit of acid on her tones. However, a smirk fell upon her features as she reached over, snagging a chair that was currently unoccupied and sat upon it with the back of the chair in front of her.
"As for any of those things, I can. All of them, in fact." She crossed her arms over top the chair back and rested her chin upon her wrists. "I also know how to make coconuts explode in another's face..." she began again, now speaking of bombs made te old fashion way. "...Or at their feet, of course."
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 9:05 am
Jonathan looks down at the rum he was drinking, being suspended in a split coconut shell, and promptly loses his appetite, throwing away the drink. "What about intelligence?" he asks. "While being able to charge into melee is admirable, the ability to defeat your opponent without firing a shot can seal the battle. What can you tell me about your ability with tactics?"
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Posted: Fri May 11, 2007 11:15 am
"I only hunt with a gun..." she stated simply.
"As you can see, Captain... me ears have been cut into points. With me people, the left ear signifies that I know how to survive in the jungles of dangerous and unclaimed lands. The right, cities... where everyone knows what runs through your blood. In my case, me entire family was involved with pirates, and therefore I've had to save my own hide with a dagger, a flask of water, a flask of gunpowder, and... surprisingly enough... one bullet." she paused for a small moment before she nodded. "I'm not sayin' that I didn't get caught, but I obviously managed to escape and be granted me points."
She grinned at the memories of her triumph then nodded towards the other half of the coconut upon the table. "Mind if I have it?"
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 1:47 am
Jonathan waved a hand dismissively toward the coconut half. "Suit yourself," he mused to himself, wondering what he was going to do with the new crewmember. "You can handle firearms, aye?" the captain rhetorically asked. "I'll need someone to man the crow's nest in peacetime, and in wartime it can be used as a sharpshooter's roost. Think you are up to the task?"
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Posted: Sat May 12, 2007 5:54 am
Leona snagged up the coconut half with a nod. "Of course, Captain." she grinned and began to cut away at the meat of the coconut with a small dagger that she seemed to have whipped out of nowhere.
As for shooting firearms, she never specified what type of hunting she did. But, somehow, the thought of using the nest as a sniper's position placed an inner glow to her features.
"Is there anything I should be expectin' as payment from time to time? I'm not too greedy as most of the folks on the ship might be, but I will not work for free, you know..."
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Posted: Sun May 13, 2007 5:59 pm
Jonathan smirks to himself. "A woman with a financial agenda," he comments, "I like that. You will be paid a fair share from any and all booty obtained from the spoils of war." The man turns his head to Leona with a wry and flirtatious wink, "And if you perform your duties admirably, I might even be tempted to pay out of my own pocket a bonus."
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 4:12 pm
Leona lifted her chin in a grin. "I think we have a deal, Captain." she chuckled then extended her hand to make it official with a shake. Not that there was much about dealing going on, of course. It just seemed like the right thing to say at the moment.
She noted his flirtatious motions and smirked inwardly. 'If that is how he was seein' a member of his crew, I'm interested in seein' what the trip'll be like...' she thought then nodded after a few moments.
"When do we sail, Captain?"
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 7:32 pm
Jonathan sat up in his hammock and smiled at the girl, returning the handshake. "We sail when the ship is fully repaired," he notes. "You can help out by reporting to the current Master-At-Arms, Rachel Williams, and asking what needs to be done. Or you can find something to do to fix up the ship yourself."
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Posted: Thu May 17, 2007 11:00 pm
Leona grinned softly to herself. She was to report to a workin' lass? Well now. This ought to be very interesting. "And where might I find this... Rachel Williams?" she asked, leaning forward again to rest her chin upon her arms.
She seemed to be a little more interested at the idea than the conversation at hand. Either that, or she was just excited to be granted another trip out to sea with the crew. Most of them probably wouldn't remember her anyways - not that she's changed much...
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Posted: Fri May 18, 2007 10:57 am
Jonathan turns his head up toward the harbor. "She's most likely on the ship, either handling repairs or getting herself drunk." He chuckles to himself before continuing, "Considering the inept leadership of the prior captain, I would not blame her."
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Posted: Sun May 27, 2007 5:19 pm
Jonathan, finally tiring of his vacation (but mostly from the interruptions), decides to get things done. Jumping to his feet, he detatches the hammock and bundles it over his shoulder before heading back to the ship.
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Posted: Tue May 29, 2007 7:00 pm
"Miss, it's time for you lesson." The softspoken and deep voice floated across the room to hopefully wake the sleeping maid.
There were two reasons the aged man with the hookbill nose spoke in hushed tones. The first was that his wife was rather an ogre who liked to scream and stamp; he was rather used to insulting her in tones she could not hear above her own rantings. The other was a mildness of manner, causing Smedley to care about the welbeing of others who may wish to continue sleeping.
In any case he headed back toward the kitchen, lest his wife find him missing.
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