King of Pirates. (important post page 62 =3)

[starvingartist]

"Song of...woe?" she said dryly. "What're you on about?"
Despite her sharp words, she whimpered as she stood, pointedly ignoring his outstretched hand. There was no reason to trust this man. This was not her ship, he was not part of the crew she knew.
Gently pressing a hand to her lower back to check the inflammation, she winced. Reaching into her sleeve once more, she pulled out one of the remaining leaves she had ground into salve.

"I'm fine in what I've got," she told him with as much authority as one can while poking at one's behind, "but I need more of this - do you know it?"

She tentatively held out the leaf for his inspection.

[Trey]

McDougle slowly dropped his kind demeanor, "Look, Harpy, we're not here to make you feel all better. You're here to help our sergions save the lives of many noble boys and men who fought and were injured by the pirate scum you are so ably a part of." The first mate grabbed Skye's upper arm, clenching it tightly and dragging her out of the small pantry and into the galley. "If you do this, your pathetic and meaningless life may be saved. If you don't.. it be the gallows for this harpy." A vicious smile cracked McDougle's lips, a vicious smile that was that of a man more likey to have escaped the gallows several times himself.

[AndrogynousMelon]

((Would this offer only be extended to female surgeons, or all captured pirate surgeons?))

[Clover]

So the pirate ship had been captured, if the sounds from on deck were anything to go by. Scuffing boots, shouts--nothing too terribly out of place for a ship in the fleet.
But it was enough to have the normally heavy sleeper rolling out of bed.
Cadiz was not, by any manner of speaking, a morning person of any distinction. Given that his watches started at the strangest of times, he was rarely in the most forgiving of moods, regardless of the time of day.

Facoring in the head he'd somehow acquired while indulging in the bottle perhaps too heavily the previous evening, and a knawing sense of hunger, he decided on prioritizing.
Breakfast first, life following.

Wrenching open the door of his shared cabin and stomping to the galley, he stopped in his tracks as he noted the scene; McDougle with his hand all but snapping some wench's arm in two.
And his eyebrow raised accordingly, a small cough of what could have been amusement escaping quirked lips.

"Oh, don't mind me, I'm merely foraging. As you were..."
But for all his tone, curiosity shone in his eyes, and he gathered up the makings of last night's food. Setting it on a table with a clear view of the proceedings, he spooned helpings of this and that and what appeared to be some variety of salted fish, into a bowl.
That completed, he moved to sit on the same table, eyeing the proceedings with a jovial air.

"Oh, McDougle, you know the Crown will never hang a woman such as she." He smiled at the girl, and finished the sentence with a sweet tone.
"Her type always plead their bellies regardless."

[lor344]

Kathrine winces and falls to the side with a dull thud. The hunger was getting to her. She bites her lower lip, sighing softly, the food had run out already. She sighs softly, allowing her light brown hair to fall over her face. It didnt matter anymore. Kaila sighs and stares to the low ceiling above her, how long had it been since she had eaten? She should get food soon. Could she go now? It wasnt as though she had heard too many footsteps, or had she simply turned a deaf ear to the continual thud above her head?

It was pointless in trying to tell. She staggers to her feet, swaying from side to side briefly before catching herself against a wall. She should have been exercising her legs more...Slowly she walks over to a smaller set of stairs, away from the main ones. Kaila knew if it truely was day time she would be surely spotted in the open. She climbs slowly, still allowing her legs to gain their balance. She reaches a pale hand above her head, pushing the door lightly open and peeking out. It seemed she was in the galley. After looking around a few more seconds she cautiously pushes the door fully over her head and sits up right. She must look awful, she had not seen sunlight in many days, her skin was pale and slightly sunken from the sudden lack of food. Her hair was stringy and hung limply around her head just past her shoudlers. But at least she was alive. Her heart skips a beat and she turns around at the sound of voices. A man and a woman. Icy blue eyes widen at the sight of McDougle and the woman and she ducks down abruptly, surely they had spotted her. But then there was always the chance they hadn't...she certainly hoped so.
((ok so not such a good stowayaw no mores >>))

[starvingartist]

Skye hissed, ripping her arm from McDougle's grasp. Her eyes were cold as she straightened, and sent a disparaging glance in the other man's direction.
"Him," she all but snarled, "I cannot help. There is no hope for a slattern-born Bugger."
She tucked the leaf back into her sleeve, and stared down the violent man in front of her.
"Regardless of whether or not I help you - and I've not the mind to agree - I'll need this. Where is your ward?"
She spoke quickly and politely, as if she had not just cast angry insult at the other man. Her eyes caught a flash of movement, but it was gone too quickly. She chalked it up to delerium, and put a hand on her hip.
"Well?" she demanded.

[Clover]

Too intent being non-plussed by the wench's comments, he had barely caught the flash of movement. Most likely a rat, he surmised, and set about bringing the spoon to his lips.
Rats, after all, had a nasty habit of making themselves known--and it wasn't his task onboard ship to be a rat catcher.
Even if the rat was possessed of slightly longer hair then normal.
And, he did admit to himself, he was curious as to how McDougle would manage, being torn between this lovely lass and rat-catching.

The insult finally struck home, and eyes widened visibly, his mouth forming a small 'mou' of discontent at her words.
"Señorita, you would wound me so? Really now, I was just stating such obvious fact as to be completely devoid of intent, and you would bandy words about as if--as if.. "

Pausing, as if stricken, he allowed a small and very cat-like smile to slip over his lips. Ah, this one was fiery to be sure. But then again, consorting with pirates?
She'd be no little maid, that was to be certain. So he kept his face resolute, and looked up through lashes at her, kicking his feet a little.

"...as if you'd learnt that language in a bawdy house. Oh, but surely not. Such a fine señorita, with such a haughty tongue in her mouth must have been no where near such a place."
And he couldn't resist one last, parting jab.
"But perhaps, McDougle, her mother taught her such exemplary language?"

[Trey]

The first mate took no effort to contain the harpy. She was of little concern to her, for his captain knew of her presence, and she was likely going to help. But firstly, he would need to deal with his shipmate. "Finish gourging yourself and see our newfound sergion to where she is needed. Douglas turned to Skye, his professional mannor returning as if he'd never shown his cruel side,"Our wounded are below decks, Mlahdy. Any salves or medicines you'll need you can find there. Granted, they are merely British medicines, for I'm sure you're found others on a pirate ship."

Having dealt with the two in the Galley, he quietly awaited their departure so he may deal with their little stowaway in private. He was hoping that she wouldn't have shown herself so soon, or at least given him time to deal with his other problems before he went down to deal with her.

[lor344]

Kathrine's back was against the wall firmly, her eyes shut. She could hear voices continuing as though she had not been there. Perhaps she had not been noticed. Heart racing wildly she sighs inwardly and looks around in the familiar daimness of the hull.

She should probably hide, it wasnt safe in the open anymore. She takes a slight step forward, looking this was and that before crouching beneath a great stack of crates. She pushes one infront of her and everything went dark.

Only her breath could be heard now, ragged and hot infront of her face. She knew she couldnt stay too long under penalty of driving herself mad but it would have to do, at least for a few hours. Until night fell.

[Clover]

Cadiz smiled at McDougle's rough manner. Really, the man had such a way about it, no wonder a good half of the crew feared his tongue more then the whip.
Cadiz, personally, would appreciate being saved from both, and so slid off the table with a sigh. The food, it seemed, would have to wait for the noon meal.
This chit would need directing, and if McDougle had ordered it, then by god it would be done. But he didn't have to be pleased about it, did he?

So he left the bowl and the salt fish on the table, spoon dangling haphazardly from the rim as if considering escape. Crossing the floor, he was chargrined to note that he was roughly the same height as this bonny little lass.
"Bendita mierda! Esto es lo ultímo."

The mutter was cold, wickedly soft slipping out of his lips. His hand reached out to grab the lass' arm, and then dropped to his side. She'd not need the manhandling, and the likelihood of escape was neglible. It was, after all, a ship. It wasn't as if she could escape.

So he gestured, elegant as any provincial gentleman. "Señorita. After you." His smile widened as he slipped the sarcasm into the respectful term.
Grey eyes flicked to the mass of crates, and a wicked smirk crawled onto his features.
"McDougle. Have fun... ah.. hunting."

Leaving on that, he opened the door for the lady, his hand slipping to the dirk strapped to his hip. "And now, lets not try anything, Señorita, yes? You are in an untenable position, such as it is."

[Trey]

((Spammich on Trey's computer... lol we know each other in real life.))

Saigo laughed and pointed to the proud flag that graced the apex of the mast, the symbol of the Truthless.

"Remember now, Belle?" Saigo seemed to look right past her now, once again watching the fog, "I should warn you though, I fucking pissed with all you girl running around with high class airs... You're lucky I don't lash the bloody lot of you."

He felt his face flush slightly with the heat of his anger, but took a deep breath and the color soon disappeared. They were better under control when Trey was around... Some Captain fetish he thought. All in all it annoyed the hell out of the first mate, Trey knew his temper was terrible, but Trey had never fallen under enemy arms over the years. Saigo wanted respect and if he had to prove that fact he wouldn't care if he had to make an example of some brat on board.

[AndrogynousMelon]

For a moment, her face was blank, innocent. The her lips curled into a devilish smile.
"Saigo! You celibate son of a bitch how could I ever forget you?"
She batted her eyelashes in true delight and set a hand on her hip. Even in her ravaged condition she was all grace in poise. She ignored his comments. Of course she had high class airs. Shewas high class.
"Why...why is Treys ship like this?"
She looked around blankly, what was left of her skirt swirling.
"And for that matter where is Trey?"
She gazed at the men hustling about the deck and a horrible thought struck her.
"Oh no. Oh no! Oh NO!"
She went right over and smacked Saigo over the arm with her bag.
"How could you let them take Trey! I like Trey! That vile beast of a man can't have him! For Gods sake!"
She shrieked and tied her bag to her waist. She stormed back towards the men who had helped free her.
"You three! Why are you just standing there! Clean this up! For Gods sake. For Gods sake is there still a fire burning over there?"
She just kept muttering "for Gods sake" while she stalked about the ship hollering orders. She didn't want Trey to come back with the ship like this.
Oh poor Trey. With that awful man. Bella did not like the British Navy. And she hated that particular officer. For Gods sake.

[Trey]

Trey tensed as the cold of the metal tongs hit the inside of his very being. The pain of the grapeshot wounds had become numb by now, but as Delano twisted and pulled with his unnaturral weapon, the pain he felt when it first hit came back at him... tenfold. A cry of pain escaped to his throat, but the pirate clenched his teeth, denything his 'surgeon' the pleasure of a sound of discomfort. One by one, Delano withdrew the balls, and with every ball he withdrew, he left blinding pain that didn't numb, and didn't dissapate. When the captain was finished, Trey released his now pained jaw, "Thank you from the bottom of my heart," the captive said in mock gratitude, short breaths occuring in between words,"I probably wouldn't have survived without your kind hand." The pirate reclenched his jaw, the pain in his chest and arm just as terrible as when Delano first took out each ball...

[Spammich]

Delano grinned, " Yes.. it would have been a pity... That would mean I couldn't have fun with you."

Delano walked over to the stone fireplace that graced every captain cabin in the British fleet. A hot iron poker sat ready in the flames, and Delano pulled it gently from the pit so as to not spread the dieing embers it was sitting in. He admired the orange glow it gave off, and the slight humming sound that rang silently in his ear.

He turned back toward Trey a grin of mischief upon his face, he didn't give any warning to the man he just forced the poker into the wound that was bleeding the most on his table. The sizzling sonata of the blood cauterizing was like a comedic opera to the Naval Captain.

[Spammich]

Saigo picked up a small piece of debri and threw it at Belle's head, with astonishing accuracy.

((Sorry gottat run to work))