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Abraham Hunt

Shall I play you a tune?

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a character in “Charmed Waters”, as played by BoneBrain

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Abraham Hunt
โ€œI spent uncounted hours sitting at the bow looking at the water and the sky, studying each wave, different from the last, seeing how it caught the light, the air, the wind; watching patterns, the sweep of it all, and letting it take me.
The sea.โ€



BIRTH DATE
September 2nd

SEXUALITY {OPTIONAL}
Heterosexual

OCCUPATION
Boatswain

APPEARANCE
Abraham Hunt is a darked skinned gentleman of the sea. He's eyes are a dark brown and he is usually wearing a rather crooked friendly smile. His clothing usually is of the simpler pirate veriaty. He enjoys wearing bandanna's over his eyes to catch the sweat as he works on the ship. His pant's usually have rips in them and his tunic shirts are always stained with sweat and grease. However despite his clothing Abe is a handsome man, he's on the larger size and in excellent physical condition.

WEIGHT
210

HEIGHT
6.0

LIKES
Charmed Waters | Flirting | The Sea | Practicing Banter and Wit | Dark Ale | Night Time | Physical Activity | The Fiddle

DISLIKES
Making Decisions | Crowds | Early Wake Up Times | Rain and Storms | Quiet

TALENTS
Abe is a very talented fiddler as well as the expert on ships and their inner most workings. In his free time he is happily pumping out lively tunes for the crew to enjoy and when he works Abe is a skilled handler of the Charmed Waters and with the help of the crew he can take her through most anything.

WEAKNESSES
Abe may know it all when it comes to the boat and his music but in other matters like navigation he's a complete moron. He's constantly getting lost and giving the wrong change when he's trying to buy something. When he's on the sea Abe is a graceful man but when ever his legs touch the land he seems to be a bit clumsy and so he prefers to stay on water when ever he can.

HISTORY
Abraham Hunt was born to a small village a months sail away from Keelhaul. He was the 4th child to be born and was most certainly not the last. His mother made money in the local brothel and with that profession came 8 sons and daughters. All of which were put to work as soon as they were able. Abe was named after his father, or so his mother thinks. Either way she liked that name the best of the lot of men who had recently bedded her. She put her young boy to work in the lumber yard, and so at age 8 Abe was able to expertly handle an ax and split wood like any other man. His hands grew rough and calloused and were even stained a tad red from the blood of blisters popping.

He worked hard for many years there, in his spare time he picked up playing fiddle on the streets for extra money. He saved up every coin he earned from fiddling as his earned money from the lumber yard went to his mother. When Abe had finally saved up enough he packed his things, told his mother he was leaving and set sail. The sea had always called to him and now that he finally had the chance he took it. Abe spent many years sailing the seas and working up and excellent skill set to become a boatswain. He understood ships and they seemed to understand what he wanted them to do.

So begins...

Abraham Hunt's Story

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Characters Present

Character Portrait: Malcom Vane Character Portrait: Meghan Cunningham Character Portrait: Dominique "Doe" Zola Character Portrait: Jasmine Golde Character Portrait: Sun Ahn Character Portrait: Atticus Stuart Character Portrait: Abraham Hunt
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Malcom was suddenly feeling very popular and this was of course a feeling he wasn't entirely used to. He was quiet used to people jeering at him and telling him his venture wasn't worth it and he was most certainly going to fail, but here sat this small red headed woman who seemed to have all the respect for him in the world. He hoped the surrounding people couldn't see how touched he was by her words of alliance and excitement. She asked him when they were expected to set sail and he cleared his throat a little before he spoke and was about to speak when Jasmine oh so rudely interrupted. He was starting to feel a little pissed off with the bold French woman. He sighed a little as she left and then turned to Red Star to answer her question.
"I was intending on raising anchor by mid morning tomorrow. He told her. "My ship is stocked and ready I just needed the crew to go along with it.

Red Star and Doe eyes sat at the table with him but Malcom remained standing as he felt there was just far too much going on to sit and relax for the moment. Here seemed an able bodied crew ready to follow him, even though the knew his destination. It seemed almost too good to be true. He was brought out of his thoughts suddenly by a man who was speaking rather rudely to Doe and he thought for a moment he might be interested in joining the crew as well but upon further inspection of his words it seemed like the man wanted a lay right there on the table. His brow furrowed at the man and he noticed Doe was having none of it. He was about to say something when the small woman at the table did something most remarkable. She suddenly had transformed before his eyes from a frail looking creature to a warrior woman. He was far too impressed by her to say anything of offer assistance as she took care of the pest and sat back down again once he had left. She was looking a little frazzled but seemed to have returned to her pretty quiet self.

Malcom felt himself nodding in a agreement as Red Star spoke
"If there was any doubt you'd last on a ship, I think you just sliced right through them. I look forward to sailing with you. I hope you cook as well as you fight or we're in some serious trouble." He lifted his glass to her in a small toast and took a healthy gulp of the Ale. He could feel the beginning of a buzz and enjoyed the fuzziness in his brain. He was about to sit when another man joined the table, he seemed the charming sort as he complimented Doe on her ability to handle herself.

Malcom moved his eyes over the man, he looked able to handle himself and rather strong. He suddenly stood and thrust his hand out towards Malcom and introduced himself as Atticus Stuart and offered his services. Malcom had heard of Atticus and he knew of the mans reputation to flit from place to place but for some reason despite logic he felt himself move his own hand forward and clasp his hand in a firm handshake.
"Welcome aboard friend." He said. Malcom was starting to feel very good about his crew, though he was logical enough to question if his good feeling was from intuition or his inebriation. Either way he would find out for sure tomorrow when they set sail. Then suddenly Jasmine was back and Malcom looked rather rather unimpressed as she began pacing again. A clear sign she was about to prattle off more nonsense.

As Jasmine spoke Malcom could hear a small ringing in his ears and his eyes were dark with fury as this woman laid out his misfortunes and failed ventures in front of the crew that seemed so eager. He could see it now, once she was finished everyone would leave and he would be left with nothing... again. The thought frustrated him so he considered drawing his pistol on the woman just to shut her up, but he thought better of it. He would be a dead man if he killed a doctor. She demanded that he tell her what was worth risking his life and the others in the Unresting Abyss and he was about to tell Jasmine to go on her merry way and she was no longer welcome aboard his ship when Red Star jumped to her feet.

He could feel the anger slowly draining from him as this woman so eloquently defended him and put Jasmine every so rightly in her place. Instead of anger pride began to fill him and Malcom could tell he had most certainly made a right choice in welcoming her. Women like that did not come along every day. When she had sat down Malcom could feel the smile move over his face and he looked towards Jasmine.
"Clearly your opinions of me and my previous ventures are not welcome here. I would of course be happy to welcome you aboard with a changed attitude but I feel as if that is quite impossible. I will have to ask you to either join or move along. You're taking up space. He decided enough was enough and sat down. He pulled out the chair next to him and offered it to Atticus. He called for another ale and once it was set in front of his new crew member he took the time to count out the coins for him and place them on the table in front of him.



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The night was going rather poorly for Abraham Hunt, he had left his money who knows where, though now that he thought about it, it was likely stolen. He had tried his best to talk his way out of a beating by Juane The Man With No Enemies but it had been no good. He had been with one of his women and had been unable to pay. Since Abe however was usually a loyal customer and was a paying man Juane had given him a warning and the beating of a lifetime.

Abe had woken up after the beating propped against a building, blood had stained his shirt and was almost certain his nose had been broken. Wincing from the pain Abe slowly got to his feet, he could feel bruises forming on his chest and stomach from where he had been kicked and punched. Thankfully nothing felt broken there. As he stood a nasty thought came into his mind that perhaps Juane had taken away something else so he could no longer be a customer and he quickly checked his pants and was relieved to see everything was still intact. Breathing a sigh of relief Abe looked around a noticed a sign, it spoke of adventure and sailing and since he was out of money it seemed that Abe was in the market for a new adventure.

Grinning to himself Abe made his way to the Third Octopus and pushed open the doors to see the tavern was busy as per usual. No one really gave him a second glance as a man bleeding profusely seemed to be a common occurrence. It did seem that blood loss and pain were making Abe a tad fuzzy so he sped up his pace towards the table that was undoubtedly the table hiring a new crew. A small crowd had formed around it and he hoped that there would still be room for him aboard.

He made it to the table with some difficulty and sank into a chair next to a pretty red head and he gave her a soft smile.
"Hey there." He blinked a few times as things were becoming a little blurry for him again and then turned his head heavily towards a large bearded man. "Abraham Hunt... His words were slurring a little and he could see the edges of his vision darkening a little. "Crew... me... join... Then suddenly his head slumped forward and he was unconscious.

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Character Portrait: Malcom Vane Character Portrait: Meghan Cunningham Character Portrait: Dominique "Doe" Zola Character Portrait: Jasmine Golde Character Portrait: Sun Ahn Character Portrait: Atticus Stuart Character Portrait: Abraham Hunt
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Sun wasn't going to lie, she had though the french woman [whose name she just could not remember] was incredibly attractive, if not rude. Sure, Sun had a penchant for being blunt and could be considered rude as well. That said, the arguing that the woman had caused was brewing a troubling pain in between Sun's ears.

Sure, she had good points, none of the people that had pledged to the crew had bothered to ask the captain's name. Didn't she know that was half the adventure? Sun was under the impression that a captain was only as good as his crew, and so far his crews had been pretty shitty. Other than his name, Vane hadn't shown her any reason to be wary. Plus, no captain had ever approved of her naming her pistols before.

Everyone knew the legend of the Vane family and it had to be hard to live up to that level of trouble. Like a self-fulfilling prophecy, Malcom had followed in his family's footsteps. It was no secret his teams had turned against him, but that wasn't something that turned Sun off.

In fact, she found it intriguing. The fact that her fellow pirates had turned down this chance made it that much more worthwhile. She could do what no one else could.

Despite her thoughts on the matter, her brain was fuzzy from the ale and she just let the others duke it out. People kept joining the group, which was great. Her brain kept forgetting their names, which wasn't. She'll just give them all nicknames once she sobered up a little, which wouldn't be for a while.

She had taken a seat at the end of the table shortly after arriving, but now she was feeling a nap coming on. If only everyone would stop being so loud. Instead, she turned to the red-haired woman at the table and smiled, "I like your hair. Red is a very nice color on you."

Her flirting was a little weak when she drank, but it was harmless anyway. Sun wanted to get to know her crewmate more than she wanted to bed her.



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After Meg sat down, she began to feel regret for opening her mouth. She was definitely buzzed and... she was just so angry. Don't misunderstand. Meg meant every word of what she said, but she was suddenly worried that she had made things worse. She also wasn't sure how the captain would feel about a young girl defending him. Much to her surprise, he seemed to pick up where she left off, dismissing the French woman if she didn't make the decision to join the crew or not. The fact that the captain seemed pleased, almost.. wait was that pride on his face?

Meg beamed, but tried to suppress her grin. She didn't want to upset Jasmine by looking pleased with the dismissal, but the fact that the Captain backed her up and did look quite proud of his navigator thrilled her. She knew, then, that she made the right decision to stick with her heart.

Atticus was welcomed to the table and Captain Vane pulled out a chair for him to join them. She smiled a little at the man and welcomed him, her spirits renewed. She looked around the table at the crew that seemed to be growing bigger as another man approached and quickly found himself on the floor. Meg giggled as the man had obviously had too much ale to drink. "He's certainly going to feel that in the morning isn't he?" She said.

Then the gunner--Sun--turned to her and complimented her hair. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks more than it had due to her drink and fingered a lock of her red locks. "Thank you," She replied, curling the strands around a finger, "Da says I look like my mum. It's one of the only things I have left of her. My hair, this coat, and my dagger." She fingered the dagger in her boot a moment in remembrance. "I think your name suits you. You seem to have a sunny personality."

[[If it's pronounced "Soon" then her last statement is due to the ale..]]

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Violently, the redhead stabbed her dagger into the table.

"Listen here, holier-than-thou, all-knowing medicine woman," she spat at Jasmine with a cadence that was very uncharacteristic of her, considering all of the saccharine praises she had stated before.

"There is danger in our lives every day. You could be killed in an alleyway for the coin in your pocket or the make of your shirt. Ships face danger on every journey. The crew could die of disease. The ships could be crushed into splinters against a cliff or sharp rocks. Storms could sink a ship or throw a crew off course where they are lost at sea."

Jasmine opened her mouth to retort, but before she could get a word out, the girl pointed a thin finger right into her chest.

"There is always some danger and maybe that's why you do what you do. You fight Death, but maybe the time has come to face him."

Jasmine wanted to laugh right in her face. She wanted to say that Death is impossible to cheat, that Death waits for us all. That he waits for us to make a lethal mistake each and every day. But much to her chagrin, she kept her lips sealed. It was no use trying to argue with this kid. She was naive. She was inexperienced. She seemed half-drunk. She'd learn about the real world in due time. Jasmine knew that sometimes it was impossible to explain things to people - they had to experience those things on their own. Such would be the case for this girl.

She then prattled on in an uncomplicated disquisition, touching upon the subjects of fame, cowardice, and courage. Finally, she gestured towards herself, saying, "Is me moving forward." and sat back down in a manner that seemed rather petulant to Jasmine.

"Clearly your opinions of me and my previous ventures are not welcome here." Vane then added with a smile before she could speak again. "I would of course be happy to welcome you aboard with a changed attitude but I feel as if that is quite impossible. I will have to ask you to either join or move along. You're taking up space."

She wanted to laugh in his face as well. She wanted to tell him that he was the one taking up space, that he was the laughing stock of Keelhaul right now. However, she could feel all of the eyes at the table hatefully glaring at her, and decided that rolling hers was a much better alternative than voicing her opinion, which had just been deemed by the captain as being unworthy of his time.

She didn't even care when Abraham Hunt passed out beside her. She was so furious, his life didn't even matter to her.

Finally, it was Doe-eyes's turn to speak.

โ€œA crew of pussies and fools is no captainโ€™s fault. You canโ€™t make a man of the first time you meet him. So I say fuck them. I hope they all drowned or lost their coin," she grumbled. Unlike the others, Jasmine could tell that she was still sober. โ€œDangerโ€ฆ You speak of danger as if it can only be found on a boat. When I walk out of the building, the odds are a group of burly men are going to pull me into an alley, beat me close to death, and rape every orifice on my body.โ€

They shared a moment as the prostitute stared into her eyes, showing Jasmine all of her life story with just one vociferous glare.

She leaned back in her chair. โ€œAnd after that, when I go crawling back to Juane, heโ€™ll most certainly send you over, have you patch me up, and make me work the same day.โ€ Jasmine's jaw clenched. Unlike the others, she actually made a valid point. She knew where her slow speech was heading. Doe-eyes returned her gaze to the crew. โ€œAnd if he hears of my little plan to sail off, taking one of his best girls away, heโ€™ll take me out back and break my legs for punishment. I wonโ€™t be able to work for a few weeks, but itโ€™ll let the other girls know what happens when they try to leave Juane.โ€

It was at that moment the French woman's fists clenched. She stood there in silence, still as stone. Finally, she marched over to Tobias's table, dragged her empty stool across the tavern before she could offer him an explanation, and then took a seat next to the downhearted whore.

"Fine then," she said, a half-angry, half-determined scowl on her face. After staring into Doe-eyes's irises again, she swerved her head in Malcom Vane's direction. "She leaves me no choice. Although I'm not happy about it, I'll join your damn crew. If not to protect this woman from those who want her to subordinate her, then to prove you all wrong."

She slammed her fist on the table, so as to order herself a drink. Every man at Tobias's table was staring in her direction, but she avoided their glances. When the dark ale came her way, she took a monstrous swig, slammed the flagon on the table, and then crossed her arms, waiting for the next response.

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Meg, completely over being furious raised an eyebrow at the Frenchwoman. She was acting like a scolded child, slamming things and glaring at people. You'd think she never been lectured in her life. It was obvious there were things she wanted to say, but Meg was thanking the seas that she didn't. She took a sip of her ale and said, "You know, you don't have to join if you don't want to. That's the point. We're all willing to go into this. We've accepted the danger." She looked the woman up and down, her posture full of sulking fury. She smirked. "It's clear to me that you haven't."

She took another sip and saw Doe-eyes fidgeting beside her. She was looking over her shoulder every so often and Meg could see the anxiety that was beginning to cloud her eyes along with the ale. She reached out a hand and placed it on the table in front of the girl, not sure a touch would be accepted when she was constantly being touched by people she would rather toss in an ocean that touch back. "Hey. I'm sure based on what I've seen, you can take care of yourself. However, if you need anyone to watch your back, I'll be there, okay?" She placed a hand on her chest and bowed her head slightly. A mark of allegiance that her father taught her. "You have my allegiance so far." She smiled and took another sip of her ale, smiling. "Don't waste it."

[btw: I just thought of the salute thing, but she would've done that towards Vane anyway. He's her captain. He has the highest level of her allegiance she can offer]]

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For once in his life, Atticus kept to himself as things went to hell around him. And, frankly, he didn't mind keeping his mouth shut for a while. This was far too entertaining by itself.

He noted that the medicine woman spoke out first, verbally attacking their new captain. Oh yes, he had heard the stories of Captain Vane. The way he'd been left by his crew. For that reason, he neither defended his captain nor attacked back in the name of his captain. Besides, he wanted to see what she was capable of doing.

Atticus didn't have much of a chance, honestly, for the red head spoke up then - "Red Star", she called herself? She was passionate despite her highly unintimidating appearance, and he liked that. He was always a fan of surprises. Well - usually. Speaking of surprises, he quite literally leapt off of his perch on the table when Abraham slumped forward and crashed into the table. He'd been so caught up in watching the drama unfold that he hadn't noticed the heavily intoxicated man approach their crew.

He took the seat Vane had pulled out for him, and almost as soon as he had, a new atmosphere consumed the table. The women complimented each other, talked casually compared to the acerbic jabs just moments before. Atticus didn't have to mourn it long before the woman termed "Doe" or "Doe Eyes" or something like that began to speak once more and Jasmine followed with her own passive-aggressive allegiance to the crew.

"Well, Captain," he began, taking advantage of what was likely to be a short-lived silence. "No need to worry about my allegiance. Haven't seen a crew this lively in ages." He sipped from a flagon of ale that seemed unattended and smirked to himself. "You'll certainly have your work cut out for you, Captain...have you given thought to a Quartermaster? Someone to keep these lovely ladies...and man, I suppose, from bringing harm to each other?" He looked about at their crew as he spoke.

"Without being presumptuous, of course, I'd like to nominate myself."

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"I'm sure your mother is proud that you carry on her legacy like this."Sun mumbled in reply to Red Star while leaning forward slightly. Sun twirled a piece of girl's hair between her fingers gently. For a short while, Sun thought perhaps Red's face would grow to match her hair. She was more than a little disappointed when that didn't happen. Red was suddenly Sun's favorite color. Sun smiled at the blushing girl, "Why thank you, Lovely. I must say your name is spot on as well. Surely someone must have stolen all the stars from the sky and put them in your eyes."

Jolted by a sudden slam on the table, Sun released her crew-mate's hair and sat back quickly. Drunkenness made her nearly slip out of her chair. She snorted out a laugh at herself. Shaking her head she leaned on her elbow on the table. "So what's a nice pirate like you doing in a place like this? This seems to be a place where dreams go to die. If the stories are to be believed, of course."