Post by Spammich on Jul 8, 2008 16:57:44 GMT -5
Saigo grinned at his Captain as the ghost of a man stalked off towards the late pig's old quarters. He followed behind leisurely eyes rising to catch Polly staring down at him, from the crows nest, with a sly knowing grin on his lips. Saigo frowned up at the gimp for a moment and motioned his hand towards the front of the boat at the horizon, recieving a rather lewd gesture from the Brit before he saw the sparkle of Polly's spyglass glimmer into his solitary hand. He grinned slightly and caught sight of Timble giving Bella a stern talking to, and he had to hold back a chuckle before he slid into the cabin that Trey had skillfully unlocked, and quickly at that.
Saigo slid into the gaudy, though still painfully nautical room, and he groaned when he saw the beautiful charts displayed. He was surprised that Trey hadn't slammed the door in his face when the Captain surveyed the maps. Saigo was known for his accidents when it came to maps, he had spilled ink on, smeared, and bled on one too many of the poor captain's own charts. Usually when the man was working on drawing his own or charting a course. He whistled lowly to himself lowly at the view out the large window lining the back of the cabin, and he lightl wondered how strong the glass was.
He pulled off his jacket and holster vest, and crained his head back to look at the blood stain on his shirt with a frown, he had kept the piece of cloth relatively clean over the last year and a half but now he was going to have a rather odd looking stain crawling down his side. He mumbled to himself for a moment before lifting the shirt off and catching sight of the nail marks scathing down his back in a variety of interesting patterns out of his peripheals when he turned to look at the torn stitched on his side. The pretty girl of frilly land had done a real number on him, but she was still too gentle, he nearly laughed out loud when he thought the word... because she was still horribly rougher than the other girls he had found in his bed or rather hammock or inn room.
"Bastard threw me up against a bookcase, I guess that's what made 'em snap," he mumbled pokeing the slightly bleeding gash with a mild grimace at each prod.
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Bertha looked up at Evelyn when she bounced into her galley, beady knowing eyes then slid to the new piece of pirate flesh. The heavy cleaver fell idly onto a rather putrid looking piece of meat... or at least what used to be meat. Heavily cured, was Bertha's name for it, and she could make even the most terrible piece of sustenance into something the stomach could keep down even if it didn't altogether taste good. Taste was something that had to be looked past on the sea, though Bertha's collection of spice and herbs were not unused.
"Who's th's," Bertha grunted, looking the new... girl over, wiping her large and chubby fingers on her apron.
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A cold chuckling kepts rising like waves from the deck under the tattered sails. The crew was all below deck as the Captain was storming around above talking to himself, and to Baby who was sitting idly on a pile of cushions smiling a nodding whenever he asked her a question or shaking her head and pouting in a disapproving way. The man's tattered clothing was being whipped around by the wind as he motioned in random directions screaming at the waves of the mistress, at her creatures in the depths of the deep green water.
"New mates," Captain Kohdey Radford said pointing to the East, looking over his shoulder at the little girl before stalking over to her slightly when she gave a radiant smile and a nod of her head. He knelt down and picked her up in his large hand and cackled in the wind again.
The crew was a bit meager, since the turn around the bottom of Africa. Only the meatist, and craziest people survived, and the little girl, who was kept warm, safe and fed unlike most of the crew. The ones who complained were chucked overboard into the ice waters, still kicking and screaming as their own Captain laughed when they hit the surface of their tomb.
He set Baby back down on her pillows, and recieved a pout for being set down, but he was already stomping up to the helm. He turned the wheel and the boat lurched angrily towards the shores of Africa.
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"We've outgrown the Navy," Delano said hand rising to rest on the handle of his pistol, looping an idle finger around the trigger. The confused look going through a few of faces made him sigh slightly, and so he continued, "My own goals have gone past the ones the Government will allow. And simply, the only way that I can get what I want is if I betray and become the type of criminals that I have spent the last long years of my life hunting."
The was a slight murmur going through the sailors but it stopped suddenly as the awe spread through them, the confusion.
Saigo slid into the gaudy, though still painfully nautical room, and he groaned when he saw the beautiful charts displayed. He was surprised that Trey hadn't slammed the door in his face when the Captain surveyed the maps. Saigo was known for his accidents when it came to maps, he had spilled ink on, smeared, and bled on one too many of the poor captain's own charts. Usually when the man was working on drawing his own or charting a course. He whistled lowly to himself lowly at the view out the large window lining the back of the cabin, and he lightl wondered how strong the glass was.
He pulled off his jacket and holster vest, and crained his head back to look at the blood stain on his shirt with a frown, he had kept the piece of cloth relatively clean over the last year and a half but now he was going to have a rather odd looking stain crawling down his side. He mumbled to himself for a moment before lifting the shirt off and catching sight of the nail marks scathing down his back in a variety of interesting patterns out of his peripheals when he turned to look at the torn stitched on his side. The pretty girl of frilly land had done a real number on him, but she was still too gentle, he nearly laughed out loud when he thought the word... because she was still horribly rougher than the other girls he had found in his bed or rather hammock or inn room.
"Bastard threw me up against a bookcase, I guess that's what made 'em snap," he mumbled pokeing the slightly bleeding gash with a mild grimace at each prod.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Bertha looked up at Evelyn when she bounced into her galley, beady knowing eyes then slid to the new piece of pirate flesh. The heavy cleaver fell idly onto a rather putrid looking piece of meat... or at least what used to be meat. Heavily cured, was Bertha's name for it, and she could make even the most terrible piece of sustenance into something the stomach could keep down even if it didn't altogether taste good. Taste was something that had to be looked past on the sea, though Bertha's collection of spice and herbs were not unused.
"Who's th's," Bertha grunted, looking the new... girl over, wiping her large and chubby fingers on her apron.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
A cold chuckling kepts rising like waves from the deck under the tattered sails. The crew was all below deck as the Captain was storming around above talking to himself, and to Baby who was sitting idly on a pile of cushions smiling a nodding whenever he asked her a question or shaking her head and pouting in a disapproving way. The man's tattered clothing was being whipped around by the wind as he motioned in random directions screaming at the waves of the mistress, at her creatures in the depths of the deep green water.
"New mates," Captain Kohdey Radford said pointing to the East, looking over his shoulder at the little girl before stalking over to her slightly when she gave a radiant smile and a nod of her head. He knelt down and picked her up in his large hand and cackled in the wind again.
The crew was a bit meager, since the turn around the bottom of Africa. Only the meatist, and craziest people survived, and the little girl, who was kept warm, safe and fed unlike most of the crew. The ones who complained were chucked overboard into the ice waters, still kicking and screaming as their own Captain laughed when they hit the surface of their tomb.
He set Baby back down on her pillows, and recieved a pout for being set down, but he was already stomping up to the helm. He turned the wheel and the boat lurched angrily towards the shores of Africa.
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
"We've outgrown the Navy," Delano said hand rising to rest on the handle of his pistol, looping an idle finger around the trigger. The confused look going through a few of faces made him sigh slightly, and so he continued, "My own goals have gone past the ones the Government will allow. And simply, the only way that I can get what I want is if I betray and become the type of criminals that I have spent the last long years of my life hunting."
The was a slight murmur going through the sailors but it stopped suddenly as the awe spread through them, the confusion.