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Post by aranov on Jul 6, 2009 11:55:11 GMT -6
Thomas dragged one sleeve across his forehead and stepped into the dim interior of the roistering tavern. It was hot as Hades in the tropics; he had forgotten just how unpleasant that could be. Much hotter than his home in Virginia, though he wasn't about to go back there either. He sidled up to the bar and requested a tankard of the best grog. He didn't have very high hopes, not in a rathole like this, but one never knew. Maybe it would still prove slightly more appetizing than the swill in the last place he tried. The man behind the long bar quickly slid a drink toward him. "My thanks. You wouldn't have heard of anyone looking for an able-bodied seaman, would you?" The barkeep shrugged. "Eh, mayhap." Thomas sighed and slid two pennies across the scuffed and battered wood, one for the drink and one for the information. They disappeared rapidly. "Aye, I heard tha' lady o'er yon was lookin' for sommat. Ye c'n try, at least." Thomas followed the man's gaze. "The one with the black hair?" "Aye. Cap'n Bloodbath, they call her. I'd warn ye tread lightly roun' her." "Indeed? Well, you catch more flies with honey than vinegar." He set down another penny. "Let me have another drink for the lady."
Thomas, two tankards casually held in one hand, approached the table. "Good day, madam. Might I join you?" He offered her one of the mugs, careful not to slosh any of the alcohol onto her clothes. He wasn't that drunk. Not yet, anyway.
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Post by glass_trees on Jul 6, 2009 15:06:16 GMT -6
"Aye nev' turn down a free drink they say." was her simple and honest reply.
"Ye new to the life ain'tchya lad? How long ye been sail'in? By the looks of ya, only a few years. But ye been a drunk longer." she observed with skill.
if this bloody fool thinks he can jump aboard my ship by making himself all nice to me he may find himself either over board or as a cabin boy, depends on just how long he's been sailin'. she thought, Cap'n Bloodbath was a picky woman and knew what she was lookin' for.
Bloodbath's ship had been on the water for years under her control, looting out the coastal villages of the finer lands such as spain and france, even russia and china had been on her list, ever place hit more than once of course, this year she's making her way to America for the 5th time, hoping to find more than just rubbish and a bottle of gin, but alas even a good drink was enough, if there was enough. At times she'd leave her ship on the waters and tread further inland. Just two years ago she had to, but was able to find a house full of fine silvers and took the lot, leaving a body behind, no not the house owner, a crewman wantin' more than his share. Bloodbath had no time for petty beggers and whores.
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Post by aranov on Jul 6, 2009 16:01:59 GMT -6
"I've been sailing eight years," he said, choosing to overlook the comment on his drinking habits. He'd certainly never considered himself a drunk, though he enjoyed a drop with the best of them. But it looked like nothing but straight talking and honesty would get him anywhere with this woman. He seated himself across the table from her, deciding that since she had dispensed with the pleasantries, he could too, though he allowed a bit more of a drawl to slip into his voice. "I hear you're looking for crewmen. I may not have been born to the trade, but I've weathered a hurricane without losing a single hand, and been from New Amsterdam to New Spain. Thomas Aquinas Sharpe at your service, captain." She was quite a sight, after all. Red had never suited his complexion, according to his mother, and of course in this light it was impossible to tell if it suited her either, but she would be a striking figure of a woman regardless. She seemed rather large-boned, more so than any female he'd ever seen, but then again, if she was a captain and had kept her ship for any amount of time, she'd have to be tough, and unusual size would likely serve her well. He was a bit wary of her, truthfully, but she was good-looking for all that, and as long as he didn't do anything stupid, he might have a new berth...
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Post by glass_trees on Jul 6, 2009 19:12:01 GMT -6
"Eight years ye say?" she pondered if he was really strong enough to with stand her crew. this new voyage they were taking on wasn't any normal sea farin' trip most pirates take. Bloodbath was lookin' for someone to do something extraordinary.
"Tell me boy, have you battled the strange? Encountered the weird? Pissed your pants from one look at a giant sea monster? If ye' have we'll try you, if not good luck search for another ship." she raised an eye brow and tipped back her drink.
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Post by aranov on Jul 6, 2009 20:08:12 GMT -6
He took a sip from his tankard to cover his confusion. "I... no, I must confess that compared to what you describe, my experiences have been quite close to ordinary." Of course, there had been the time he'd been on watch alone, and the ghost ship had sailed not a hundred yards from his post, but that probably wasn't what she meant. "However, I am willing to meet whatever may come, should it be even the Devil himself." That was exaggeration, of course; Thomas still harbored nagging doubts as to the state of his soul, and had even attended a few church services since he'd signed onto that first pirate vessel. His conscience did not rest easy with a certain few things on it, but he hoped to get rich enough to have leisure to repent without getting himself killed first. "If you object to my lack of experience, then I shall find another ship. But if all you want is a steady hand before the mast, then I'm your man."
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Post by glass_trees on Jul 6, 2009 21:08:08 GMT -6
Bloodbath pondered this for a moment if the lad is lookin and all he wants to do is that, what would be the harm if we took him for a while? Bloodbath had always been a reasonable woman and trusted her intution...
"A'right lad we'll have ya aboard, the seas we'll travel will test ya, if ya survive you got a permenate spot on the ship unless you do something stupid, then you had better run or be sayin' ya prayers, I don't like any trouble makers now else you'll end up like Old George back in North Carolina" she added with a strange and twisted laugh cutting herself off...
"eh you!" she commanded the attention of the bartender " 'nother round for the house on me!" and the tavern erupted in cheer
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Post by aranov on Jul 6, 2009 21:21:38 GMT -6
Thomas gave her one of his most charming grins. "I hope not to disappoint you." So he was in, for whatever mad plan she was hatching... He planned to survive. He was too pretty to die, after all, he thought, with a slightly self-deprecating smile. The arrival of his next drink, courtesy of the captain, distracted him from that train of thought, and he winked at the wench carrying the tray. The heavy-looking baton tucked into her apron pocket deterred him from any further flirtation, and anyway, who knew if this woman who'd just hired him disapproved of such things? There was no use getting off on the wrong foot for such a silly reason. He held the tankard up toward his captain. "To a successful and profitable voyage."
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Post by glass_trees on Jul 6, 2009 21:30:57 GMT -6
"Aye and to your survival lad!" she both agreed and warned.
"Rest well tonight either choose to stay on land or on the boat, either way no more drinks, tis the last one til mornin'. We set sell at dawn."
And with that the Cap'n rounded up her crew to give them the news and send them off for a night of fun and rest, any crew member that dare come aboard drunk in the morning knew the consequences, there was a reason why Three Finger Pete only had 2 fingers left...
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Post by aranov on Jul 6, 2009 21:34:30 GMT -6
[[First completed RP! Yay! I think that if Thomas's feelings could be hurt, they would be that she thinks he's a drunk. He's determined to prove her wrong on that score. Is there anything else you want to do here?]]
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Post by glass_trees on Jul 6, 2009 21:58:42 GMT -6
[[lets just continue going on]] he's on board ship and someone showed up drunk... lets say Three Fingered Pete did... *insert evil grin here* and then we'll continue into the first leg of their voyage and i'll throw in a couple of other rp characters...omg i'm character whoring again XD]]
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Post by aranov on Jul 7, 2009 12:50:00 GMT -6
[[Okay! Sounds like a plan. Same thread?]]
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Post by glass_trees on Jul 7, 2009 14:09:46 GMT -6
[[sure i'll be out for most of the day just to let you know]]
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Post by aranov on Jul 7, 2009 14:38:30 GMT -6
[[Okay! Not a problem.]]
Thomas was up at dawn, cursing the locked shutters that kept him from flinging something at the cursed rooster that must be sitting on his windowsill. At least he didn't have a headache, thanks to the curtailing of his drinking by the captain. He wouldn't be emptying his stomach either, he reflected, as he slipped on his boots and threw his few possessions back into his canvas seabag. Maybe there was something to be said for quitting while he was ahead... at least while drinking was concerned. He quietly made his way down the rickety stairs and out into the cool dawn, thinking that if it only stayed this temperature all day, he would rather like the tropics. Perhaps he was missing home a bit... He quickly diverted that train of thought as he sidestepped a drunk in the street, making his way down to the harbor. The Poseidon's something was the ship he was looking for... she hadn't mentioned a time, but he doubted they'd be sailing any time soon, not with this tide. Midmorning, maybe. He hadn't been on Tortuga that long, but he was already fairly sure he preferred it at this hour. Though most of the smells were just as bad, the streets were nearly silent, the patrons of the taverns and brothels either asleep or passed out somewhere. He reached the docks, boots thumping softly on the wood as he paced past ship after ship until he spotted the proclamation on one vessel's bow: Poseidon's Horror. That would be it, then. He shifted the canvas bag on his shoulder, looking around for signs of life.
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Post by glass_trees on Jul 8, 2009 16:48:26 GMT -6
"Aye 'mornin' lad, i see ye aint drunk, go below deck and store your things then come right back up!" Bloodbath said to a boy not yet 16, and moved on to the next person to come aboard.
"Thomas! Looks like you had a good sleep, not staggering, follow James there and store your gear!" she commanded, "James you know what to show him, get to it!"
"Yes Cap'n! Right away sir!" said the curly haired blonde dressed in clothes he had obviously out grew.
"Come on ye new git stop looking 'round, Cap'n gave ya orders follow me" the young boy said guesturing with his free hand as the other held a bag slung over his shoulder and headed down.
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Post by aranov on Jul 8, 2009 17:15:42 GMT -6
"Aye aye, ma'am." Thomas aimed a lazy salute at the captain, then snapped, "Mind your tongue, boy." Just because he was a new hand did not give every man jack license to order him about, and this boy certainly didn't look like anyone he needed to obey, considering that he couldn't be less than about eight years younger than Thomas himself. Nevertheless, he followed the boy- James, she'd called him- belowdeck, hoping for not too many fleas in his new hammock.
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