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Post by lor344 on Nov 14, 2006 18:28:51 GMT -5
She leans against the edge of crate, closing her eyes slowly. Her heart was still racing wildly in her chest and it was all she could do not to tremble. That had been to close. At least no one had seemed to have noticed her. They were awfully dumb...
The minutes dragged on and she could hear voices faintly but it was not enough to make out what they were saying. She supposed it wasnt of great importance anyway. Shifting her position slightly she lets out a disgruntled sigh, she hoped night would come soon her hunger had not been lessened by the fiasco.
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Post by lor344 on Nov 14, 2006 19:17:35 GMT -5
Hitari renters from her little walk to find Saigo chunking things at a strange lady. Odd. She tilts her head and takes a slight step back, laughing nervoulsy "ah..Sorry to 'ave interupted. I can come back later if ye like.." she murmurs, glancing to Belle and back to the first mate. She had obviously come in at a bad time.
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Post by Trey on Nov 14, 2006 19:32:29 GMT -5
((lol, this is why Saigo is Trey's first mate, and always will be ^_^))
Trey lay helpless on the table, his feet dangling down one side at the knees, his ankles tied to the legs of the table. As the hot poker touched his skin, he didn't even wince. The burning sensation and the sizzling that he knew was turning him into a living steak actually dulled down the intensity of the previous hurt, and soon the pain was gone with the gaping wounds.
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 14, 2006 19:54:05 GMT -5
Bella scooped it up and chucked it right back, rubbing the back of her head. "Uncouth dog." She muttered. Then she flicked her dirty hair over her shoulder. "I am going to go clean up. I DO hope you'll actually do something useful while I'm away." She stomped off below deck, quite aggrivated.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 15, 2006 0:17:46 GMT -5
Saigo leaned slightly to the side and the object missed him completely, his face flushed again and he turned his face toward Hitari.
"Did you see that," he asked pointing after the disappearing figure of Belle, "You ever do that I'll cut you and send you overboard for the Great Whites to finish. Did you get your assigned rations girly?"
His demeanor changed almost intantly when he asked Hitari if she had eaten, her shift was actually first to the galley... Followed by the second then the thired so that the boat was managed at all times. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a biscuit (cookie), and held it out in her direction his eyes not waivering fromthe path ahead.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 15, 2006 0:32:57 GMT -5
Delano untied Trey's bad arm first and moved bent it at the elbow to make sure no bones or tendons were snapped and when he was happy he tied the arm back down and stood up.
"Time to get a rope," he said to himself before ringing a bell that only summoned one man... the burly Scott, McDougle.
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Post by Trey on Nov 15, 2006 3:11:38 GMT -5
Douglas waited for the two to leave his preasance, when the ringing of an all to familiar bell rang. He'd have to deal with their little stowaway later.
The scottsman quickly strode past Skye and the sailor, making a note to check the food rations later. The deck of the Naval Vessel was vast, being a man-of-war, but the first mate seemed to have made his way across it in record time. He soon arrived at the captian's cabin and made a polite rap on the door to make his presence known before entering to see the two captains.
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Post by lor344 on Nov 15, 2006 7:35:03 GMT -5
Hitari nods slightly to Saigo, she didn't question his words. Violet gaze flickers to the biscuit he held out and she shakes her head "I aleady ate..." she replies, a twinge of annoyance flickering in her at being called girly. But it quickly subsided when she remmebered his words and she sighs, looking down and staring blankly to the ground in hopes of further instruction.
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 15, 2006 16:56:00 GMT -5
Below deck, Bella snatched a bucket and a brush. She found an empty room and claimed it as her own. It may have been hers before, who knew. She emptied the contents of her bundle onto the floor, and stripped down to her barest essentials (which included her boots). There was a small vial among her scattered goods, she lifted this and shook it. Not much left. She must remember to purchase more at the next port. She dumped the salts into the bucket and cleaned the soot and blood from her skin. She held a sliver of a mirror to her face, checking the cut. It wasn't awfully deep. She didn't think it would scar, but put a little salve on it. Just in case. After cleaning her body, she soaked the shirt and began the arduous task of mending the skirt. Once, when she'd attempted a quiet, law-abiding life, she'd been a seamstress. This of course hadn't lasted long. But she'd been a great deal more than handy with a needle. The skirt was going to be great deal shorter than usual, perhaps even slightly above her boots. But she'd make it look pretty enough.
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Post by Spammich on Nov 15, 2006 18:11:31 GMT -5
"Ah, Douglas," Delano said wiping some of Trey's blood off of his own hands with a handkercheif, "Be so kind as to fetch me a rope about hundred and half a length long for the dear Captain here."
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Post by lor344 on Nov 15, 2006 18:22:46 GMT -5
*stowing away...*
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Post by AndrogynousMelon on Nov 15, 2006 18:28:27 GMT -5
Ed had watched things play out in the galley silently. This was certainly better than eating. But now that things had calmed down, he'd supposed he'd better get on with it. He entered, only sparing a curt nod to those present and gathered two apples from a crate. The second of which he dropped behind it, hoping the shivering thing there would take it and eat it. He was supposed to be captive aboard this ship. But so long as he didn't wander elsewhere, no one really seemed to mind his thrice daily trip to the galley. He leaned over the crates and eyed the girl there.
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Post by lor344 on Nov 15, 2006 19:12:54 GMT -5
Kathrine jumps slightly at a new face looking to her. She nervously tucks raven locks behind an ear, staring to him with wide saphire eyes. She had been found. She bites her lower lip slightly and scoots back further against the wall, staring to him fearfully "S'il vous plait ne parlez pas au moi, s-s'il vous plait" she murmurs desperately, she didnt want to be caught. Not now, not after all she had been through to get here.
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Post by Clover on Nov 15, 2006 21:05:03 GMT -5
[I am still here, there just hasn't been a reply to my post, so I'm a little stuck. But I am still here. Just so people don't think I.. ah.. deserted and stowed ship to Tortuga.]
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Post by lor344 on Nov 15, 2006 21:52:48 GMT -5
((eh just jump in some where, assume they all left and go bug someone, twill be funny i thinks ^^))
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