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Pirates of the Mystic Waters

Introduction

Uralia is a world that used to be very similar to our own, until one man gained the power of a mystical map that allowed him to change the face of the world itself. This man used his power to sink most of the world into the seas he loved so much, leaving only three landmasses large enough to be called continents, and several hundred small islands dotting the oceans, most too small for even a few people to live on. Because of these drastic changes, over the years people got used to living their lives on and around ships. And this, of course, lead to piracy,and alot of it, because along with this magic map the man also discovered a horde of other mystical objects, which have since been scattered all over the world. Many of them are now at the bottom of the waters, but some can still be found, hidden among the small islands.

However, these objects, just like the map, are not only magical, they are cursed. While they grant some amazing abilities to their owner, they also pass on a curse, both having something to do with the object itself. For example, the map which the man used to change the world? This blank map granted him the ability to change the world as he saw fit, and then record it on said map, but it also scattered his treasures and placed a curse on every one of his male heirs. From his time on, any of hiss male decents would recieve a curse and gift, just as he suffered. Their curses were that their bodies would be so heavy that, should they ever fall into the ocean, they would sink like a rock and drown, however there was more, because they could also hold no skill with any sort of weapon, and would be physically slower than most, making his reaction time horrible. Their abilities would be inhuman strength and regenerative abilities, and should they ever get lucky and their weapons actually hit their mark, they would be deadly accurate.

Each item possessed some such curse and ability, however they can only be passed on once, to whomever takes the object from it's resting place. Because of this, some ruthless pirate captains will fill their ships with idiots and cowards and force them to take the treasures, and the curses with them, then sell the objects on the black martet at one of the three ports. Some of the items are useless, despite the curse and abilities, but some have amazing powers. So far, none have ever been found that could match those of the Blank Map, but pirates are always looking. Of course, the World Navy is always looking as well.

The World Navy is a, well, a worldwide navy, who's soul purpose is to protect the three remaining continents from the pirates and their cursed objects. However, they are not above bringing in retired pirates to their ranks, and so some ships have become corrupt, and are more likey to plunder other ships themselves under the quise of a search rather than protect others from real pirates.

Yes, Uralia has become a dangerous world indeed, but the question is, who's ship will you sail upon? That of the World Navy? Or prehaps that of a pirate? Or, maybe you sail on no ship but your own...
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The Three Continents:

Victralis-
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This continent is very similar to England during the Victorian age. There are tall buildings and brilliant minds, but the streets are sometimes dark, and evils deeds often occur at night. Those who have money are protected by it here, but those who do not must fight for survival everyday on these cold streets. Most of the children here grow up to sail ships, though more turn to pirating than anything else.

Kotet-
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Following many strict traditions of a time gone by, and having adapted quite well to this new water world, this continent is very similar to ancient Asia, with similar beliefs and architecture. People here uphold honor and justice as if their life depended on it, and as it just so happens, it does, because almost everyone here carries a sword with them. Many children from this land grw up either to join the World Navy or to become traders or fishermen

Neiquato-
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A nomadic land with simple people to match, this land is ever changing due to it's position. Strong winds blow constantly over the plains that cover most of this land, and each time the winds change so do the seasons, which can be quite often. Because of this the people move to stay in a comfortable climate, and to keep up with their food and livelihood. Many from this land could care less about the sea, pirates, or the Navy
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So, basically, in this story you will take up the role of either a pirate or a member of the World Navy. Either way, you'll be on a ship, and treasure will be involved somehow. You can be the captain of your own ship, although I don't want too many captains, as things could get complicated, or you can be a crew member on someone else's ship.

You can have a mystical object or not, but remember that if you do it must have both an ability and a curse, and they have to have something to do with the use or function of the object itself. I will be checking these over carefully, and if I think it doesn't make scene or is either too strong or weak you will be asked to either change it, give it up, or leave the rp.

You can gain an object in the course of the rp, and you can have more than one, but the curses will add up along with abilities. The only way to break the curse is to return the object from whence it came, which would be very difficult as maps rarely cover anything more than just around the three continents.

Character Sheet-

Name:
Age:
Side: (pirate, navy, other)
Homeland: (one of the three continents)
Appearance:
Equipment: (anything you carry with you)
Mystical Object: (describe the object, pictures will work)
Ability- (what did you gain from the object that was useful?)
Curse- (what negative affects does this item give?)
Background:
Goal: (why have you choose the path you now follow?)
Other: (anything else you want to add)

If you have any questions about anything, please feel free to PM me or ask them in the OOC.

Remember, I will check things over carefully
Post often
Post a decent length each time, a paragraph would be nice
Be respectful of others, meaning read through the other posts before you post, even if they're long
No god-moding, characters or abilities or anything else
Check the OOC often for plot updates, events, and possible items to be found, and so on

Lastly, try to have fun with it ^_^

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"Is everyone still on board the ship Johnson?" Vincent asks, wringing his hat out as he looks out over the wheel of his ship, the Risen Phoenix. "That was a nasty storm. I want all crew members acounted for, as well as a supply check, no telling how much we lost this time."

The horizon was still dark, but it was obvious that the sun was finally begining to rise. Vincent had seen many storms in his life time and the one which had occured the during the night was sure to have wrecked at least a few ships and taken at least a dozen lives. In the back of his mind he was calculating the odds of finding yet another crew member due to this storm. So far, of the twelve members of his crew five of them had been found shortly after a storm had broken and the light once again shone down on the sea.

"Aye, I'll get right on it captain." Johnson says, turning and walking nearly off the edge of the ship before Vincent catches him and turns him in the right direction. "Danmed compass. I might be able to find dry land but I'll be damned if I can find anything else now..." The man grumbles, touching the dull metal box hanging from his side which houses his cursed treasure. "Alright men, look about! Captain wants to know who's still here and who ain't! So sound off or I'll assume you're dead, got it!"

Vincent turned away as the calls began to ring off, then return as if in an echo. Making his way from his cabin to the phoenix carving which adorned the head of his ship took longer than it should have, but thanks to the thick, sturdy wood he left no footprints nor splintered any planks along the way. Ever since he had become a man of the sea he had been forced to worry about such things because of his own curse. Never could he be close the edge of anything, whatever he stood on or, god forbid, slept on, had to be very sturdy indeed. Everyday he was in constant danger of falling into sea and never returning.

Once he reaches the front of the ship he notices pieces of a shipwreck floating towards them on the water. "Callaway! Look about the waters before us! A ship is washing up!" Vincent calls up to the man in the crows nest, cursed to only be able to see through his telescope, and only then things of importance.

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The water, despite its cool temperature to most, was sweltering and steamy to Lyra. She was almost fully submerged, only an arm wrapped around a piece of wreckage keeping her truely afloat. Overhead the sun seemed to laugh at her as it shined intensely down upon her; it was almost as if the storm hadn't ever exsisted minus the larger dark clouds in the east.

In her opinion, nobody else must have survived in the wreck. From her perspective the boat had been torn to shreds in a matter of seconds; of course the attack they had encountered just the day before it hadn't helped their condition. It was fate that had brought their ship to an end, killing most of the men along with it.

It was a miracle she was still alive, but Lyra, at the moment, wasn't happy to be. After floating through the water for the period of time she had she had grown dehydrated, probably a little starved, and crumpled from the salt in the water. She coughed weakly, looking up to see if land was anywhere near.

What she saw made her heart lurch; a ship. There was a ship, and it appeared that someone had spotted the rest of the drift woof. Desprately she waved an arm, coughing once more as she strained herself to get her hand high up in the air. "Help!" she called, voice ragged and dull though alive with fear.

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The waves lapped with the sound of muted thunder upon the cliffs straddling either side of the beach. A few feet from the flotsam left at the tide line stood a figure covered in black from head to toe. The lively wind left over from a fierce storm played havoc with the long coat the figure wore closed shut against the wind and slight drop in temperature. For what reason he stood there was anyone's guess really. The storm had driven everyone in for few people relished the lashing rain and wind.

A few dark clouds still floated above head driven by a strong east wind. But they were a pale ghost of the wrath that churned the waters of the sea but a short while ago. But for this figure who had taken a sentry's watch upon this forsaken beach it meant little. He was here only for one reason and that was to bury the dead that would be floating anytime soon to litter the beach with their earthly remains. For this beach was known as Sailor's Resting Place, for after every bad storm bodies of sailors of all kind would litter the beach. Pirates, Navy men, Traders, and Fishermen all were buried in the cemetery set but a stone's throw from the beach. While the nearby fishing village of Shila usually took care of the bodies this figure had taken upon himself to do so while he was in the neighborhood.

Now what had ever brought this enigmatic swordsman, for the sword belted at his side marked him as such, to a remote fishing village like Shila was also anyone's guess. For this man spoke little, almost not at all, and then only for the mundane aspects like placing a meal order at the Inn he stayed at. Or in the rare circumstances when he engaged the village elders to tell him tales of Shila's history.

But beyond that no one knew anything about this swordsman. And why a stranger would take up the duty of giving the dead a final resting spot was even more mysterious. His only answer to such questions were a sad far away look as if he was reliving a distant memory of an sorrow filled sort. And sure enough like clockwork he stood at Sailor's Resting Place every storm and gathered the dead as he was doing now.

And sure enough the ocean gave up it's bloody harvest. Bodies bloated from the water each had swallowed when air had run out washed ashore. And thus the swordsman carried each body to the cemetery set aside for these poor souls killed by the wrath of the storms that swept throughout the area. Laying them neatly aside each other in rows the swordsman took up a shovel left inside a tool shed built near the cemetery. Thrusting into the soaked earth the man dug graves. Soon a few villagers would come to aid him in this task as well as to wrap each body in white linen. And with them would come the village stonemason to craft the tombstones and engrave on each stone the face of the man who slept the eternal sleep underneath it. For so many of the bodies carried nothing to tell these villagers who they had been.

The stone for the cemetery came from a local quarry called the Memory Forge. Pure white marble unlike anything else in the local area was mined from this quarry. But despite it's beauty the village did not build with this stone. Choosing instead to make sure these poor souls had a lasting memorial.

As with such things it seemed both to take no time at all and forever. By the time the bodies had been wrapped the village priest had made his way to the cemetery. A young man barely 19 his face was a somber mask as he blessed each dead sailor commending each man and woman to the gods of their chosen faith. Burying each body the villagers left although the stone mason would stay for it would take him some time to craft each tombstone.

Bidding the stone mason a quiet parting the swordsman made his way to the village of Shila. A remote fishing village it was a small enough affair although it boasted it's own Inn, a stonemason, and a church. It's docks were lined with fishing boats of all sizes and shape. Drift netters who stayed close to shore, Big trawlers that sailed the open waters, and small rowboats were rods caught the fish. The houses of the village were crafted from stone, a dark gray granite that could weather a 1000 years and probably had. Peaked roofs done in a ancient style lent the village a quaint air.

Striding to the Inn the swordsman wiped the mud of grave digging off his deck shoes before entering it. Taking off his coat the enigmatic man was bare form the waist up. Leaving the soaked garment to dry upon a coat rack he made his way to the Inn's bar. The innkeeper a man of perhaps 50 years handed the swordsman a steaming mug, it's contents spiced rum made to an old village recipe. Sipping it slowly the swordsman took a deep breath then exhaled.

" So how many this time Mr. Sho-ping?" The innkeeper asked his voice a deep booming resonance, a man use to making himself heard over raging wind and clashing steel. It was the voice of a ship's captain.

" 63 men, two boys, 12 women." The ever enigmatic swordsman answered. Sho-ping was his last name, his first being Lui. This had been the limit of personal information the swordsman had given the villagers.

" The Sea be a cruel mistress she be." The innkeeper spoke shaking his head and mouthing a quick prayer.

"Indeed she is." Was all Lui replied with his voice a studied neutral as if he was dissuading further conversation with the tone of his voice. Sipping his spiced rum the swordsman contemplated his next step. So far he had been asking about the history of the place for he had reason to believe a mythical object resided in the possession of one of the villagers. But despite all his questions and observations the swordsman had yet to determine the location of the object. However the fact it was here was without question.

Unlike some though Lui did not believe in taking what he wanted by force. Such things were for the scum of the sea known as pirates. Lui most times tried to buy or talk a object off it's owner. Failing that he would show them the danger of such an object. Even that failing he left it be for taking others possessions went against his sense of honor.

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The tide soon woke Rain from her deep sleep. It hadn't even been sleep really. A piece of dibris from her former ship had knocked her out, and she had somehow hung onto a piece of driftwood and stayed alive. the passing storm had been absolutly brutal. Rain was in a bad way. She felt at her waist, and was slightly reassured. The Vanishing Sword remained. However, with her now blind, and no one anywhere near her that she could sense, she had no idea how to get out of the situation she was in. So, thinking, she drew her Mystical Object up out of the water and held it over her head. She envisioned a ship nearby. It didn't have to be an exact copy, just a genearl ship, and as long as there was one within one click, she would vanish from her position and reappear on said ship. Which was exactly what she did. She heard someone above her shout:

"Callaway! Look about the waters before us! A ship is washing up!"

Rain smiled, knowing that she had at least found others, as she could also hear some murmering at her sudden appearance among the remaining members of the ship. She coughed up a few mouth-fulls of water, and the last thing Rain heard was someone asking who she was before she blacked out again.

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As the pieces of ship wached ever closer to his ship Vincent looked closer, and heard the cry of a woman among the wreckage. Leaning over the edge, one hand bracing against the railing of the ship, he spotd the source of the voice, a young woman, clinging with the last of her strength to a part of what he guessed was the ship she'd been on. Just as he was about to call out for someone to get her out of the water he heard a soft thud, and turning back he watched as a woman with a magnificent looking sword, an obvious treasure, appeared on the deck of his ship.

"Allan, take her below and see she is well taken care of. Johnson, get that one out of the water, she looks ill! Move along, we don't have much time here!" Vincent roars.

Allan, a tall, fair man gives a salute, then gently lifts the girl with the sword into his arms and carried her below deck. This massive ship has four levels, and the second from the top is the housing area where all the crew sleeps and lives and such. Alan carries her to this level and brings her to a bed, then calls over Rebecca, an elderly woman, and the nurse on the ship, who hurries over and begins to tend to any injuries the girl might have.

Back above on the deck Vincent watches as a few men ready to drag the other girl out of the water. They secure a line to the railing, then one of them ties this around his waist and dives into the water. Quickly he swims over to her and helps her over to the side of the ship, then together they get her up out of the water. "Don't worry miss, you're in good hands now." Vincent says, walking over to her. "We'll take care of you, can you stand up?"

"All hands accounted for captain!" Johnson calls out, though he is facing away from Vincent. "The ship has taken a beating, but no serious damage, and with few supplies lost. However, I suggest we make port as soon as possible to take a better look." Realizing he isn't looking in the right direction he turns around until he faces Vincent, then laughs a little. "Also, we should let the women get some proper rest. No use keeping them afloat should the weather prove to turn ill once more."

"Very well, thank you Johnson. Find us some dry land and we'll dock for a few days." Vincent says, shaking his head. "After that storm, we could all use a good rest."

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Lyra watched, a little startled as someone actually dived down into the sea to aid her. Most pirates, the aggressive kind, would leave any stragglers for dead, spitting and laughing in their drunken way. She couldn't exactly help the men as they pulled her onto the deck, more or less just sagged in their grip, looking like battered wet noodle. What was left of her pirate attire was trashed and torn, exposing just her bathing suit. One of the things she had desprately clung to was her goggles, which had saved her several times during storms.

As the captain spoke to her she coughed and watery cough, then gazed at him with a pair of green eyes. "Stand? Sure, if you want me to have a heart attack and die." Lyra reached up a shaking hand and wiped her pink-streaked blonde hair from her eyes before getting a good look at the fellow. He couldn't have been much older than she, and though he looked more experienced and rough his eyes seemed to show a kind-hearted man.

"Why help me?" she asked, coughing once more, working to lock her knees under her and stand on her own. The man who was supporting her tried to stop her but she sent a glare and he slowly released her. The blonde was forced to put a hand on the railing of the ship to support some of her wait. "Why help a sick pirate when you could have spared the touble? I mean, really, you-- Ooh, your ship is niiiice."

All the seriousness seemed to drain away for the next couple of moments as she commented on the condition of the ship. It was much more extravagent than her recent. Lyra stopped blabbering after a moment, realizing she was mostly talking to herself. A moment later she had pulled out her dagger and she took a deep breath; she distant shine that had sat in her eyes disappeared and she looked around the deck once more with all seriousness.

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The villagers began to trickle into the Inn where Lui sat deep in thought sipping from a glass of burgundy he had ordered when the spiced rum had run it's course down his throat. While the enigmatic swordsman would have preferred the mild sake of his homeland such things simply where not to be found this side of the ocean, especially in such a remote fishing village as Shila.

Now packed with the locals the Inn began to fill with the subdued chatter common after a day spent burying the dead the Sea had given up. In the corner a young boy of perhaps 14 years played upon a violin, a bittersweet tune as if playing for the sailors who met their end upon the unforgiving deep blue ocean. It's notes suffused the air and so the locals fell silent as was the custom in these parts. On and on the violinist play, a melody as old as the village itself that had been composed when first the village had taken to burying the dead washed ashore near their homes and businesses. It had been the duty of one villager to learn that melody when the last to learn it neared death.

For Lui it was a reminder of time he had done his best to forget.As of late though he found strength in that memory, a odd source of inspiration to be sure. But perhaps such things were best embraced for he could not outrun it or bury it under good deeds. He knew the risks involved but thinking himself ready had taken the plunge. In the end it was the swordsman's blade and hands that had committed that dark deed so long ago.

And that was why he found himself far from home. But did he truly crave redemption, was redemption even possible after such a crime. Did he Lui Sho-ping have any right to even entertain such thoughts. He following a code of honor old as his nation lived life by the sword and a code of justice was on a personal mission that had all the markings of a messiah complex. But did he the swordsman with a bloodstained soul deserve to deliver justice and salvation to others. What was he in the end, a Dark Saint, a Demon with a good side, or a sinner who was only kidding himself.

These thoughts at time drove him insane and so it was now. Seated at a bar drinking wine as red and thick as blood surrounded by a crowd but not really part of it. Lui knew he was already dead, who he was had died so long ago that it seemed another lifetime ago. All he was doing was wandering the world doing the most good he could do before death claimed him. Or was he to be a living example of why the objects should be left alone, a walking memorial to a life forever altered by the curse of humanity's foolishness. The objects as far as Lui where concerned best destroyed but no amount of force could break them. And so the swordsman though they best be erased from living memory and never touched again.

But so many did not agree with him. Lui Sho-ping Lord of a dead village and son of a family he slaughtered with his own hands, why should they. They like him thought themselves above such worries. After all power was a addictive drug and even the side effect don't sway the addict from yet another taste. And so Lui had become the man who came in after that power had destroyed the fool who though it worth it. His life a never ending series of trips to long forgotten areas to lay objects in their resting place. And then erasing the trail so none could find it again. But the traps and dead ends would not keep the fools and the lucky for long. Who would ensure the misbegotten objects stay hidden once Lui Sho-ping was no more. For who care about the dangers of the objects besides him. This thought too often troubled the enigmatic swordsman.

His wine drunk to the lest dregs the swordsman ordered another although this time a light and fresh white to clean his pallet of the heavy and sweet burgundy and spiced rum. Three drinks, every night without fail when in a city or village was his wont. Only three and no more for he knew a clouded mind would serve to only dull edge of razor sharp skills. And the life he lived demanded such skills be in their top form.

"Hey Mr. Sho-ping how you been." A voice said behind him it's tone soft and feminine, back in his old life before the curse of his object lead him to sin his blood would have quickened at such a voice. Turning upon the bar stool to face the owner of the voice Lui was greeted by the sight of a rather beautiful young lady, barely 18 she for some reason found this swordsman from a foreign land enticing. Lui at 42 was old enough to have daughters this old had he married and had children. But despite her apparent willingness the swordsman did to even entertain any ideas of seducing her. For ever since that day he had not thought about such matters. He had tried his best to dissuade her gently and subtly but so far it had been a failing battle.

" I have been fine Rose." Lui replied his tone a disinterested one, hoping once more to keep this girl away from him. A subtle study of his wine glass to show even a greater lack of interest as the girl named Rose tired to read his face.

" Oh I see, been something today ain't. Been a long time since we buried that many at once." Rose pressed hoping to engage this enigmatic swordsman in conversation. She really did try so hard but Lui stood his ground.

"I wouldn't know, I have only been here a few weeks." Was all the enigmatic swordsman would reply with closing his eyes and leaving the bar and his wine half drunk on the counter. His steps carried him past this oblivious woman named Rose and out to the streets of the village. Thankfully Rose did not follow him. Striding to the docks where the fishing fleet of Shila lay berthed in all their varying state of repair and or glory. The fish market set next to the docks although empty and close still stank of fish. The shipyard where the village built their boats stood abandoned too, no one in their right mind worked during the storms that could rip ships apart and kill men.

Seating himself down atop a empty crate that must held trade goods at one time Lui gazed at the ocean to the far horizon. Although he stared at it the horizon was not what his eyes saw. They saw memories and emotions that had formed during his life. Once more the swordsman lost himself in thought of days long gone by for he found solace in such things. For he could look back at his life and now though he suffered others didn't. Because of his actions they had been spared his fate.Egotistical of him perhaps but it kept him sane when the darkness of his sin threatened to break him.

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Rain woke up on a bed. How had she gotten here? It was soft, and she could hear waves gently lapping at the side of a ship...

The Ship! She must have reappeared on one! So it hadn't been a dream. She wondered whose ship she had found herself on. Obviously a pirate ship. Had she wound up on a World Navy ship they probably would have thrown her into the brigg. She felt at her waist. Her Mystical Object was still there. She didn't feel bad, so she decided to stand. She didn't feel dizzy or woozy or anything.

"Time to figure out where I am..." She felt along the walls untill she found the door. She opened it, and heard voices both above and below her.

"Hello?" She called. Her brown hair swirled around her face as the ship rocked back and forth.

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"And so the Risen Phoenix gains another cursed one." Vincent says with a small smile, though there is not joy in it. He has watched the woman carefully, and was preparing to answer when she took a suddenly, odd tone. As she seemingly became very distracted he started to look her over for anything out of the ordinary, but a moment later she seemed to snap out of it and drew her dagger. Many may have taken this as some sort of threat, and had any of his men been close enough to see it they would have detained her, but he wasn't worried. "I saved you, miss, because I am no ordinary pirate. I hold life as something special, and so I do not kill, not do I let die. Many of the men aboard this ship came to be here because of similar events."

Looking away from her Vincent scans his ship as it begins to turn towards a small island near by. He knew the island by the name Silent Cove, though he was sure there was a proper name for the place. It seemed to fit the place, in his opinion, seeing as how there was a place on this island known as Sailor's Resting Place. To him, it seemed a bad place to visit after such a storm, but it was the closest plot of land, and they needed to dock for a time. After glancing over to see the other woman coming above deck on her own, he turns back to the one at his side with the dagger.

"I am Captain Vincent Margrave, and this is my ship, the Risen Phoenix." He says calmly. "All of those onboard this ship are given a second chance with the sea, and you are no acception. We will be docking soon, and when we do so, you are free to leave us, but, should you so desire, you can remain as a member of my crew." Moving closer to her he suddenly, but gently, attempts to scoop her up into his arms. "In the meantime, you are ill and need rest. I'll take you to the nurse."
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"Ah, miss, you seem to be doing better than I had expected." Johnson says, walking over to Rain. He smiles, but then frowns when she doesn't seem to see him, and upon looking more closely at her eyes he gives a sigh. "You're blind, aren't you? Probably something about your curse, right? Well, come along, I'll guide ya. where would you like to go?"

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A smile crossed Rain's face as she heard Johnson. "You are the one known as Johnson, correct?" Her eyes gleamed as she continued. "Indeed I am blind...and yes, it is apart of my curse. That, and not being able to fight anyone who threatens my life. I can defend others, but when my own life is in peril. Such is the way with the Vanishing Sword." She gestured at the blue-metaled blade at her waist. "As for where I would like to go, I would like to see the Captian if you don't mind. I'm sure he is surprised that I just appeared onhis ship..."

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Lya didn't have the stability to stop him from scooping her up, though she did grumble something under her breath, a little annoyed. Quickly she sheithed her dagger and instantly her vulnerability burst out. "I just need food and water, I'm sure the illness will," she paused to let out a wracking caugh, "go away soon. I mean, seriously, I--" Her attention was randomly grabbed by the shining of a necklace one of the crewman carried. She stared at it as the man worked his station, then moments later appeared to notice the captain once more. "I'm a pirate, I can take care of myself..."

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Vincent felt the girl struggle in his arms, but paid no attention, though he did listen to her. As she spoke he looked towards the entrance below deck and noticed that Johnson was speaking to the other woman now. She was motioning towards the sword at her side, and he could guess just by looking at it that the thing was cursed. As they approach this scene he turns his attention back to Lya. "You are sick, and you need rest." He says, a little gruffly. "And while you are a pirate, you are also a woman, and although the world may believe differently there are still a few of us gentlemen pirates left out there. You'll be in bed, with the nurse tending to you, understood?"

When they reached the others Vincent motioned towards Rebecca, who was just inside, to come help the girl to a bed. Once this was set into motion he turned towards johnson and the girl. "Hello Captain, just who we was wanting to see. This little lady's a cursed one, it's her sword. I'll let he say the rest, but I'm sure you already know." Johnson says with a small salute and a smile. "I'll be off then."

"Mind you don't step overboard..." Vincent says as he watches the man go. He then turns back to the girl and begins looking her over more carefully than before. His eyes go to her own, and at once he can tell she is blind, but not from natural cause. Looking more he spots the sword he's seen her motion to earlier. It is indeed a fine looking sword, but very odd, something of which only a few must exist. But above all that he could tell it was cursed. After a while, those who are cursed can feel the same of others when they are close by. Of course, Vincent had been born cursed, so it might only be himself with this ability, he couldn't be sure. "How long have you beed cursed?" he finally asks, looking back to her eyes.

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The hold of the ship was amazing. It was filled with many different artifacts and objects which only few could imagine. Tiffany, a young woman not even in her twenties had been living in here for weeks. Living off of the food and rum that was kept down here, she was waiting for the ship to make port for her chance to get off and adventure on in the hold of the next ship to pass by.

Tiffany was a thief by trade basically, but she was just a little more creative than most when it came to stealing. Stealing from a house or a docked ship was one thing, but it was an other thing to live on the ship you were going to steal from for weeks on end. She would take any mystical object she could from the hold and bring it to black markets where she could sell for a very fair profit. She would then just hop onto the next ship where she was sure to find some other interesting object.

The last night was a terrible one for sure. The seas were definitely not fair and because of it, Tiffany got little sleep. This was alright though because she could tell that they would probably be forced to port soon because of it. There was some damage done to the ship that needed repair, and that would be her chance. A man had walked in to check on the hold. That was when she noticed the damage herself. She was lucky that she wasn't seen. Hopefully she wouldn't have to make herself be seen at any time.

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The wind played a more gentle melody as the lingering wrath of the lethal storm spent itself. For all things must end, it was the one absolute truth that was undeniable. Man,God,even fate itself bent the knee to this one absolute truth. And for Lui Sho-ping it was a comfort of sorts, for eventually he to would end. His nightmares and duty washed away by the oblivion of death. Most feared death as an end,a void where who and what you were disappeared and while Lui himself did not know what awaited in the afterlife he in some ways would welcome it. After what could be worse then living in the horror of that fateful day. He was a warrior trained in the ways of honor and justice, a Lord with a duty to his people. But in a moment of foolishness he turned from that and his people paid for it with their lives.

While the thought of hari-kari had crossed his mind more then once Lui knew it would only dishonor not only himself but those he had ruled over and killed. Most people thought the code of honor ,Bushido in the tongue of his people, was inexorably linked to harii-kari. That dishonor demanded death, but nothing could be further from the truth. The hardest aspect of the warrior code was that sometimes one had to live in shame if the chance to make up for one's dishonor presented itself. In Kotet warriors dishonored but wishing to redeem themselves often joined the Forgotten brigade. It was tantamount to signing up for a suicide mission for the brigade was used as cannon fodder in the battles Kotet fought with it's enemies both home and afar. Every member of the Brigade went through a ritual funeral to symbolize their death. And from that day onwards they were forgotten, donning white armor they became as ghosts. Although they walked the streets none were allowed to speak to them, for the dead do not speak to the living. With hair bleached white, white face paint, white armor they were not hard to spot. Only their commander could be spoken to and then only by other unit commanders and the Emperor himself. The commander of the Forgotten was chosen by fate itself. He or She would have to have fate looking out for them. For the commander needed only to survive five battles to earn that rank. As such most commanders were only in charge for short periods of times. For the battles they fought were nothing short of suicide.

For Lui sitting on a empty crate in the remote fishing village of Shila far from Koet such a life had at times seemed desirable. But here he was as far from his homeland as one person could get. The wind stirred his black hair cut short bereft of the top knot that had marked out him as a warrior in the lands of Kotet. And as it blew past him Lui knew as always when his thoughts turned to such matters why he had not joined the Forgotten. His sin and dishonor were born not of normal means. The mythical objects scattered by a cruel whim of fate had birthed his dishonor. He in his pride thought himself above such petty concerns. And so he must amend such matters with a life devoted to humbling the pride of others. And turning the objects make into myth and then make those myths join the Forgotten so to speak. Only then would this wandering swordsman let his dishonor be redress with the act of hari-kari or the lure of the Forgotten.

"Alright enough moping around it's time to get back to work." He chided himself as he got off the crate he sat on. Stretching his body to loosen it from the tense position his thoughts had forced of him Lui began to walk back to the inn perhaps to sleep or eat. But all things were forgotten as he spied the tall masts of a ship on the horizon.

This was no wonder. After every storm a ship or two always showed up. Heavily damaged such ships usually enlisted the village shipwrights to aid in repairs. This ship was too far away for Lui to properly determine it's condition but the fact it was heading to Shila was undeniable and thus it would bear watching. For it was far too early for trading ships who followed the mild currents of late summer and early fall. As such it could only be the World Navy or Pirates. Lui for his part doubted it was Navy. Having grown up in Kotet the sight of Navy ships was never a rare occurrence. And also having grown up in Kotet the practices of the world navy were well known to this swordsman. Only frigates sailed lone wolf and this vessel on the horizon had neither the profile or size of a frigate. And no ship of the line ever sailed from port lone wolf. No those massive dreadnoughts stayed in port and were only deployed during full fleet actions.

"Pirate that ship is, I'd stake a fair amount on that." A voice said behind the swordsman. This voice belonged to the Village Mayor and he spoke from experience. Having been a captain in the world navy before retiring he could tell ships apart with but a brief glance. He could tell where the wood of a ship came from,Where it was built,and all manner of other things nautical.

Lui chided himself once more. So lost in thoughts he had been he hadn't even noticed the approach of the mayor. One day that lack of inattention might cost him his life. Then again he didn't cherish it overly much.

"Shall I warn the rest of the village."Lui offered his face a unreadable mask betraying nothing of the surprise the mayor's sudden presence worked in him.

"Yes but don't look like your doing it. Act casual, not every pirate is an idiot....or out for blood." The mayor added quietly.

Lui nodded although he hardly agreed with the mayor's opinion on pirate ethics. In Kotet pirates were first treated as thieves and lost their right hand then as murderers and lost their life. But Lui also knew he was in no position to speak of honor.

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Rain's unseeing eyes swiveled to the Captain, and she smiled wanly. "For about twelve years. The Vanishing Sword was given to me by my father after he was killed by the World Navy when I was seven. I cannot defend myself, nor can I see." Rain answered.

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Vincent listens to the girl carefully, crossing his arms loosely across his chest. "There's no reason to worry about defending yourself here, miss. Most of the crew on this ship are cursed as well, you're in good hands." He says, then turns and looks up as Callaway calls down, stating that land is within sight. "We'll be docking soon. If you wish you may stay on as a crew member or leave when we reach the shore, I'll leave that to you. Exuse me, I need to tend to something. Johnson, please...nevermind. Alan! Please show the lady to where ever she may need to go."

Nodding, and lowering his hands, Vincent makes his way below deck and into his room. Once inside he looks over a few papers, finding the one which contains the status report for the ship. It seems they need only a few minor repairs, but just to be sure he decides they sill stay at port for a few days, to give everyone a chance to rest. He stays below deck until Johnson comes down and tells him they are begining to dock. When he hears this he heads back up on deck to watch and assist where he can.

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Rain "stared" off into the sea. The Captian had offered to let her stay aboard the ship. She smiled. She was a pirate, and the sea was her home. Offering to let her go free at land? That was like asking a pirate to cut off their own arm. It would be a torture, not a release. Rain didn't even have to make up her mind. It had been decided before the question had been stated. She sensed the one she presumed to be called Alan approach her. She didn't turn, but waited for him to say something.

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The pirate ship, for no one doubted it's identity now, drew ever closer to the docks of Shila. Lui Sho-ping studied it as he went from house to house warning the villagers of it's presence. The vessel seemed to have suffered little damage from the storm and the wandering swordsman wondered for what purpose it would come here. Such repairs as were needed could be done at sea given a skilled ship's carpenter were aboard and a brief glance at Shila would tell any self respecting pirate there was nothing worth stealing aside from some fish and fresh water. Hardly worth the fight the villagers would put up if a pirate attempted to carry out their trade.

Tis more then passing strange such a ship would come here. Lui thought as his self appointed duty of making Shila aware of it's soon to be guests drew to a close. The village was on high alert but a mere glance would have suggested nothing more then everyday business. As if it were nothing a pirate ship would seek out their docks. As the mayor had said discretion was sometimes the better part of valor and it was a lesson the villagers had obviously taken to heart. The swordsman for his part could not indulge in such a display of casual ease although you would never had known by looking at his face. A course of actions brewed inside his head while his body did little beyond a causal stroll back to docks to discuss it with the mayor.

The scent of the salt breeze hung heavy as the wind died down somewhat and Lui knew that would mean calm near windless days in the near future. A ill omen among some pirates would only sailed when they had the wind at their backs. For such men and woman knew not how to tack into a head wind or set sails for such matters. And given this pirate's ship arrival it would mean they would likely be staying a few days. But his steps taking him down to the docks the swordsman knew naught could be done about that. All he could do was deal with the present not the future, although this honor bound swordsman found pirates a distasteful bunch driven by little more then greed and selfish desire. Such things were not tolerated by the code this man followed and yet he had said nothing of it to any pirate he had met on his travels. For the ability to speak of honor had been lost to Lui Sho-ping long ago.

"The wind is dying down, we might be needing to entertain our guests for much longer then anticipated Mr.Sho-ping." The mayor spoke his voice holding all the authority of a Naval Captain and all it's confidence. Maybe such things were sheer bravado on the mayor's part to instill confidence in the villagers around him or perhaps it was mere faith in his ability. After all the mayor had served a long and distinguished career as a captain of the World Navy. He had fought more then his fair share of pirates and no doubt knew something of how they conducted themselves.

"I wish I had your faith, in my experience pirates are little more then blood thirsty thieves with absolutely no sense of honor or justice."Lui replied a quiet breath as he relaxed his tense muscles. For if it came down to battle he would need to flow not stand rooted to the spot like a tree.

"Indeed most are little more then what you say. And most deserve little more then a short drop and a sudden stop but it is no need to be prejudiced now is it. Some pirates are just merely sick of the bullshit governments spoon feed us."

"Maybe but that is no excuse to turn to piracy. If one truly believes one's rulers are unjust it is rebellion that is needed not theft and murder."Lui replied with little hesitation. Some parts of the code he followed simply could not be buried.

"Perhaps." Was the all the mayor would reply with as he studied the ever closing pirate ship. His hand rested close to the cutlass and pistol he wore on his left hip, perhaps a mere coincidence or a unspoken unease about what was coming his way.

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Here's a list of the crew members of the Risen Phoenix. They'll be semi-NPC, meaning that they are my characters, but if you need to interact with them or control them you can, as long as you keep them in character.

Alan Walker-
A tall, thin man with short blonde hair and bright blue eyes who often weres very simple clothing, except for the wide red sash around his waist which holds both his cutlass and his mystical object, a scroll that write down everything that he is involved with, as if his life were a book, and can be unrolled enlessly, so that his entire life, no matter how long, will be recorded. This object allows him to remember everything by reading it over, but it has taken away his ability to speak, leaving hime mute. It will even tell what is happening to him when not in his possession, though that rarely happens

Mac Callaway-
A tall man with an average built and long legs and arms, he has shaggy, bright red hair, including a long beard, and deep green eyes and a beard. Usually he wears no shirt and a pair of baggy, patched pants with no shoes, and carries two pistols and a rifle. His mystical object is the telescope he carries. It allows him to see anything of value or anything which needs to be found, and can even see through the thickest fog, however if only has a range equal to any normal telescope, and he is completely blind when no looking through it

Rodger Johnson-
A slightly short man, about a head shorter than average, with long brown hair and eyes to match, always with scruff on his face and three small scars under his right eye, which seem paley white opposed to his darkly tanned skin. Usually he dresses very nicely, with many baubles and such on his person, black boots with silver buckles, nice linen pants, a red shirt with no sleeves and a dark green sash, and a leather jacket with gold trim, as well as a nice tri-corner hat. Thanks to his mystical object, a compass, he can use it to lead the way to anything at all, but he himself has no sense of direction and because of this is perpetually lost, often haveing to be kept from walking off the side of the ship. Slowly the curse is eating away at his mind as well, and he seeks to replace the item, but has no idea where he found it now.

There are other members of the crew, such as the nurse, the elderly Rebecca, but they are minor characters and anyone can control them as they like. If anyone else joins the crew then i'll mention them in here as well.

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