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Atticus Stuart

"At your service."

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a character in “Charmed Waters”, as played by Scarlet Loup

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FULL NAME
Atticus Walter Stuart

NICKNAMES
Atty [extremely common] || Pretty Boy [frowned upon, but also common]

BIRTH DATE
September 4th

AGE
Twenty-four

SEXUALITY
Bisexual

OCCUPATION
Quarter Master





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APPEARANCE
Atticus plays the role of suave, swashbuckling heart-breaker well. He has created a persona for himself that is all at once the perfect amount of rugged and well-groomed. He has a very average build, complemented by even more average eye and hair color. He keeps his hair cropped quite short and his facial hair just thick enough to be more than a five o'clock shadow but not yet "a beard." His arms and torso are heavily inked with various tattoos he has acquired over the years.

WEIGHT
Roughly one hundred & seventy pounds

HEIGHT
An even six feet

LIKES
Drinking ❤ Sex ❤ Smell of the Ocean ❤ Gossip about Him ❤ Action ❤ Sea Shanties ❤ Dogs

DISLIKES
Cats ✘ Hangovers ✘ Being Forgotten ✘ Hand-to-Hand Combat ✘ Shoes

TALENTS
Atticus's most redeeming quality is his charisma which, in all honesty, is the only reason he hasn't been killed before. It allows him to diffuse some of the most tense situations. Though he is not physically imposing, he does manage to hold his own in a fight due to his agility. His nimbleness has saved his life on many accounts. Along with this, he is also a very accomplished marksman, but he has a tendency to grow anxious if the battle comes too close to him. Also, he can sing the hell out of almost any song.

WEAKNESSES
For all of his talk, Atticus is one hell of a coward. Certainly, he puts forth an effort when he's on the "winning side", but if he knows the odds are not in his favor, he is quick to drop his previous engagements and fight under a new banner. As such, he is often seen as a selfish bastard. He'd likely agree if he knew they called him that. Further, Atticus is petty as hell. He enjoys - and seeks - attention in any form. It feeds his ego and truly gives him his drive. When conversations turn away from him, he grows moody and volatile. Though it takes quite a lot to get him to anger, when Atticus does lose his temper he is difficult to calm, especially when drunk. Finally, he has proven himself to be, in general, an overly anxious man. He often paces and wanders about, unable to keep still or focus on one thing for too long. Many would simply call him "jittery", but he worries far too much for that to be the reason.





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PERSONALITY
You'd be hard-pressed to find a bigger asshole on the Seven Seas. Atticus knows (or, rather, believes he knows) his place in the world, and it happens to be at the top. He has one hell of an ego and could be likened to a bit of a brat. And yet, Atticus knows how to do his job. Despite his conceited ways, he knows how to smooth talk his way in and out of situations. It's the only reason he hasn't managed to die yet.

He thoroughly enjoys the finer things in life - sex and alcohol. Once, he loved to read, but now books only remind him of a life he once lived. In fact, listen to him speak. You'll hear the posh British accent that he so-desperately tries to mask. Really, there is no point in it. It's as much a part of him as the ocean has become.

Atticus's work ethic is, to put it lightly, lacking, but if he sets his mind to something, you can be damn sure he'll finish whatever it is. He often only keeps his own interests in mind, but he's quite good at pretending he cares about others. He pathologically lies and has little remorse for what others might consider "sins". In general, he has quite easily embraced the life of a pirate.

HISTORY
Atticus hardly speaks of his past, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing. He was born into a relatively comfortable life in England's upper-middle class, but his father moved the family out to the Americas in search of greater business ventures. While his father focused on the family business and his mother focused on a coterie of younger siblings, Atticus, the eldest, occupied himself with books, at first. They told great tales of adventure and romance, things a boy could only dream of in a household like his. He was destined to take on his father's estate, but the more he dreamed, the more he knew he had other plans.

And so he ran away like the asshole he is at the age of seventeen. Atticus hitched a ride to the nearest port - Keelhaul. Go figure. From there, not much has happened. He's had work on a few ships, but most times, he quits upon their next stop in port. He simply can't seem to leave the port. Perhaps he truly fears the life of a pirate. Or perhaps he just hasn't found the right captain.

So begins...

Atticus Stuart's Story

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He may have been on the border between "buzzed" and "tipsy", but Atticus didn't miss a beat in The Third Octopus. If he did, he likely wouldn't emerge from the tavern alive. No, he was constantly on his feet, glancing about in a way that probably should have given the poor man whiplash. He was somewhere on his second or third flagon of ale. Perhaps that was something he should have kept track of, being on his own and all.

But then he heard the woman to his left, and he remembered he technically wasn't alone. Oh, she would leave his sorry arse if any trouble arose, of course, but it was reassuring enough to have someone nearby who wasn't necessarily planning your murder. Almost every other pirate in the tavern wanted him for something - in a bad way, of course. He'd tell himself they were jealous, that they failed to see his "personal worth" - or some bullshit like that. In reality, Atticus Stuart had pissed off just enough people that Keelhaul was growing boring.

"Let's go get us some adventure!" He heard the exclamation from a table somewhere on his right, and he jumped with the thud of the woman's guns slamming into the table. He looked quickly in that direction, cocking an eyebrow slightly as he processed the scene before him.

He wasn't dumb - he knew quite a few of the faces from gossip that traveled through Keelhaul. He always found a way to learn the latest chit-chat. That was Malcolm Vane in the midst of so many...women. What a lucky bastard. He sat up now, quickly coming out of his semi-reclined position, causing the woman at his side to grumble in discontent.

And then he caught the sign. Able bodied men, eh? It seemed up his alley - and so did the piles of coins Vane handed to each of the women that approached.

"Alright, off with ya," he huffed, pushing his companion slightly to the side as he stood up and straightened out his outfit. A light, slightly grayed tunic was tucked slightly into brown trousers. Over it all, he wore a brown vest and a pair of fine leather boots.

"Ach, ya ass'ole," she spat back, standing and shoving a finger in his face. "Ya still owe me A'icus." He smiled back at her and blew a quick kiss as he started to turn away.

"Oh, piss off," he told her, making his way now toward the adventure. Besides, what was one more woman who hated him?

"...an even finer crew starting." Atticus caught these last words as he eased over, smirking to himself.

”Mm...a fine crew indeed,” he refrained. But he was far too quiet to really be heard, and so his remark was lost under the question of one of Vane’s crew members. He opened his mouth again to speak but closed it once more as he noticed the lithe woman across the table struggling with a man far taller than Atticus. He considered stepping in, and then he thought against it and took the slightest step back. Not that she needed him, for suddenly there was a flash of metal and a moment of struggle before the man continued on his way.

Atticus watched the coins spin about on the table, and he reached forward all of a sudden, trapping one in an upright position between his index finger and the table's surface. "Remarkable hardiwork there, darling." He shot a wink in her direction before letting the coin clatter to the table. He had little attention for Rollins' men. Instead, he turned his attention to Malcolm now, retaining the smirk he'd attained speaking to the woman.

"Atticus Stuart, at your service, good man," he greeted, thrusting a hand forward for shaking as he leaned on the table with his other hand. His accent, an artifact from his early years in a British colony, began to leak through, his filter removed by the excitement that sparked through him. "I notice you're still quite in need of a crew for your...voyage. I'd like to extend my services."

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"Now I am not a begging man, and I do admit I would be quite disappointed if you did not join my crew at this point, after all the teasing you've just gone and put me through," Malcom Vane replied after tossing a jingling sack of coins in her direction. The extra incentive actually swayed her mind a bit. There was nothing Jasmine loved more than wealth. "So I will tell you that I promise adventure and riches. It is my intention to sail the Unresting Abyss. There is legend a plenty of lost treasure and I am going to find it."

Jasmine froze, blocking out everything else the makeshift captain proclaimed. All of the hairs on the back of her neck arose as soon as he mentioned the infamous Unresting Abyss. She had never sailed that part of the sea before, but from the tales she'd heard from the frightened men who were unfortunate enough to tread those waters, the place meant certain death. Most of the pirates who sailed through the Unresting Abyss in the morning ended up in Davy Jones' locker by nightfall. Vane was crazy to think that he, as well as a ragtag group of marauders, could sail across that watery graveyard unscathed. He was crazy just to mention the place.

"It goes without saying, Captain Vane, that I'll follow your lead to the end of the sea. You have my allegiance," the spirited redhead immediately replied, unaware that allegiance would probably be the death of her. "Out of curiosity, when are we to set sail?" she smiled excitedly. In response, Jasmine rose a single finger in her direction.

"Woaaahh," she cried as though tugging on the reigns of a horse. "Little lady, I don't think you understand what he's saying..."

Suddenly, she could feel the vibrations of heavy footfall from behind. “Oi, Doe-eyes! Whatta ya doin’ here!?” hollered a lumbering man to the woman from the brothel. He wore a large smile and filthy beard that paled in comparison to Vane's. Jasmine had encountered him many times before, and naturally knew him to be an asshole. “O-oh, Ro, I just… got off my shift a little while ago and decided to come drink with some friends.” Doe-eyes replied. Her attention wavering, The French woman turned back to the table from whence she came, and was delighted to find Tobias and his friends still gazing at her from afar. They had been watching her every movement, chuckling at every taunt she threw at Malcom. Excusing herself from the uninteresting chatter of the meaty man beside her, she shifted her way through the crowd until reaching their table again.

"What'd he say?" Tobias eagerly asked. She shook her head, sliding her lips into a half-smile.

"Despite my skepticism, he's offering me an incentive if I join him. He wants to sail through the Unresting Abyss..."

Instead of wincing, like she expected them all to be doing after mentioning that abysmal place, the table snorted in laughter, some of the men covering their mouths and crinkling their eyes in uncontrollable glee.

"What's so funny?" Jasmine asked, beginning to grin.

With his long, thin fingers, Tobias Mulligan motioned for her to put an ear to his lips. In that moment, he told her a secret about Vane that if revealed to the women surrounding his table, would prove to be the bearded man's undoing.

She joined her friends in laughter. "Seriously?" she giggled, incredulous. After taking another sip of his ale, Tobias nodded.

Suddenly, the warm noise of the tavern stopped for a moment as the sound of a toppling chair echoed throughout the room. Doe-eyes sprung into action, her irises turning cold and fierce. She pressed a knife into her attacker's stomach, and pulled down on his beard until the two met at eye-level. “Listen here you horny fucker," Jasmine heard her say, “If you ever, ever try to make me or one of my sisters do anything we don’t want, I’m going to gut you like the fish I cooked for dinner last night. And if I don’t get to you, you know Juane will. He doesn’t like it when you fuck with his girls.”

Jasmine looked to Tobias, smiling once she saw that his auburn eyebrows were risen high upon his head. His expression told her that he was just as impressed with the prostitute as she was.

“Are we clear?” Doe-eyes finally hissed at her assailer.

“I-I… Yes, we’re clear.” he choked. By now, everyone sitting in the tavern was as quiet as a mouse.

"Yes ma’am. You may call me a slut in bed, but out here, you will treat me with respect. Are we fucking clear!”

Something about her words tugged on Jasmine's heartstrings. This woman inspired her; it was clear through her mysterious demeanor that she had been a slave to the sexist patriarchy of the world for most of her life, if not all. Maybe she hadn't been a whore for all of her life either, but she certainly knew that the title held years of disrespect and mistreatment. She was fighting a battle every day just for the survival of herself and others, and now, Doe-eyes didn't want to be a joke anymore. It was a desire Jasmine knew all too well...

Unsurprisingly, the man agreed to her terms for a second time. The whore released him from her dainty grip, and Tobias, as well as the rest of the table, clapped in delight. Perhaps their applause wasn't out of genuine respect, but the men were certainly impressed by her theatrical display and corrosive actions. Jasmine smiled. Doe-eyes deserved the attention. She was intelligent. And brave. And humble.

"I'm heading back," she whispered to Tobias. This time, her tone was genuine, involved. Now she knew that one of the women sitting at Vane's table was capable of a pirate's life.

"I'll be right here," he nodded, and she flew away, hands behind her back as though she were an old, pondering soldier.

She returned just as Atticus Stuart had appeared, catching the last of his words.

"I notice you're still quite in need of a crew for your...voyage. I'd like to extend my services." he said. Unlike the other faces at the table, Atticus had a quite name: a reputation. Or at least in Jasmine's eyes he did. And it wasn't a great reputation. He was one of those sailors who joined the life simply for its pleasures, not to prove a point or attempt to put himself in the history books like she did. He often left crews as soon as he joined them. Surely, it would be the same with this one.

That is, if he could survive the Unresting Abyss first.

"Listen Stuart, Redhead, Pistols, Doe-eyes," Jasmine paced, preparing herself for another monologue. "Your courage is well-appreciated and inspiring to say the most, but I fear you are all blind to what Vane is asking of you." She crossed her arms, a rugged scowl on her face. "I haven't sailed the Unresting Abyss myself, but I know if its dangers. The bag of coins Vane has rewarded you with will surely be spent towards your funerals. How many people have actually made it out of the Unresting Abyss alive?" she glared at Malcom. "Maybe two, three people out of hundreds?

She waved her hands to her sides, motioning to everyone seated around the table. "Need I remind the crew of Vane's first attempt at sailing into the Unresting Abyss?" she said, boldly spilling the secret Tobias had told her in confidence. "His whole crew turned against him. Men just like all of you. Like me. They were smart: they chose life instead of death. I don't want any of you to die for my own self-interest..." she looked towards Dominique for a second time, "but does Vane?"

She approached him, nose crinkled and eyes wide with intensity. "You failed the first time. What makes you think history won't repeat itself?" she debated. "You haven't persuaded me to join your side yet, captain. You say this whole thing is going to be an adventure - that lost treasure and riches await us. What kind of treasure could be worth risking your life, as well as the lives of others? Do you even know what this lost treasure is?" she pressed.

"My words were callous and teasing before, captain, but this time, I'm serious."

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The navigator watched after the frenchwoman, doubt and anger burning at her core. She glanced at the people around her table including the man who had walked up to speak to the captain. All these people were either from this town or had a reputation to their name. They were known. They had friends. She had no one. Her father, the pirate that he really was, left her here. He told her it was time for her own great adventure, but she suspected that because she was old enough to care for herself, he was done caring for her. She'd never admit it though. She stared down at her flagon of ale and swirled its dark contents around. The buzz was fading, replaced by the ache of disappointment. She hadn't even been able to prove herself and she was already being dismissed by someone who probably had seen her own hardships, probably both at sea and on land. Meg had seen her own share of hardships. She even had a scar from one, but it wouldn't matter to the woman. So far she was all talk and no action.

When the woman returned and lectured the group on the dangers of the abyss, something she was no stranger to. She had yet to actually sail the Unresting Abyss, but she knew of the tales. She realized it did scare her, but it was worth the risk. She slammed her flagon down, unsheathed her dagger and stabbed it into the wood of the table.

"Listen here, holier-than-thou, all-knowing medicine woman," It was half the alcohol, and half anger that fueled her words. "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." She confronted the woman, poking a finger at 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. I'm not looking to die or just looking for adventure or money for the hell of it."

"I want to travel the world, meet new people, discover the truth to the legends that haunt our childhoods. Can you imagine, being the one to survive the trip to the Unresting Abyss? Do you realize how much your business would grow? People would come from all over to buy the medicine prepared by a survivor of such cursed seas. If fame doesn't interest you or the adventure or the experience, why the hell would you ever sail in the first place?"

She gestured to the man behind her, the captain. "Just because his crew turned on him once, doesn't mean he failed. Those men were cowards. They went back on their word and ran, tailed behind their legs like worthless dogs. I won't go back on my word and he deserves a second chance. How dare you dismiss me without ever seeing what I can do! I'm not some spoiled child! You don't know who I am, what I've seen, the things I've done in my life!" She rubbed at a spot on her back. "The scars they leave..."

"So, if you don't want to join the crew, fine. He doesn't need to beg for your loyalty. I'm aware of the dangers that await us at sea. Yes, I'm scared, but that's what being courageous is. Feeling fear every step of the way and yet you keep moving forward. This," she gestured to herself, "Is me moving forward." She turned away, her red hair swinging behind her, and returned to her seat, sheathing her blade. The nerve of some people! Judging the abilities of others for volunteering when they expect someone to beg for their services because the journey was one to fear.





[I know she wasn't having him beg, but that's how my character took it.]

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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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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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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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As her new crewmates complimented her bravery, Doe couldn’t help but blush furiously. To her, acting that way was suppose to be natural. In appearance, Doe and all of her sisters are suppose to be delicate, dainty, sexy little flowers who are willing to cave into their every whim. Acting like that, putting on that type of persona is meant to pull in customers since the majority of the people living in Keelhaul are straight men. Of course, all of the girls are flexible (in more ways than one), and are taught to cater to the whim of every customer they have. But in general, acting sweet and submissive allures men, but also causes them to think that the girls are their playthings at all times. So whenever a man tries to take advantage of her, she must quickly become someone else, a rugged, no-bullshit woman with a knife in her hand. Unfortunately, not all of her sisters are capable of acting this way. And with Juane only caring if one of his girls are mortally wounded, the sisters have to stick up for each other.

Doe, although small and frail looking, is actually far from it, as all of her crewmates know now. However, in the back of her mind, she knew Rollins was planning something. He wasn’t a man to take being insulted lightly. She sipped at her ale anxiously, glancing over her shoulder every once in awhile. The last thing she needed was a blade against her throat.

Her worried and anxious thoughts were interrupted by the dark skinned French woman, who was trying to disown her new captain. She also didn’t particularly enjoy being called Doe-eyes. It made her grimace and reminded her of work. Before she could even speak up, Red started talking, practically shutting her down.

One she was done speaking, Doe sat up and dropped her empty mug on the table, hard. “A crew of pussies and fools is no captain’s fault. You can’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, her voice full of pure anger and hatred for people she’s never even met. “Danger… 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.” She looked up at the French doctor, her dark brown doe-eyes gleaming. The eyes are the window to the soul, and her irises displayed all of the hardships and turmoil she’d brunted over the years. She wasn’t exaggerating.

With a grunt, she leaned back in her chair, her arms crossed. “And after that, when I go crawling back to Juane, he’ll most certainly send you over, have you patch me up, and make me work the same day.” After her sentence ended, she returned her gaze to the crew. “And if he hears of my little plan to sail off, taking one of his best girls away, he’ll take me out back and break my legs for punishment. I won’t be able to work for a few weeks, but it’ll let the other girls know what happens when they try to leave Juane.” She clenched her jaw and shuddered for a moment. The odds are he would do worse, but the last thing Doe wanted to do was describe the things she’d seen him do.

With yet another grunt, Doe sat up and ushered the server over once more and ordered another mug of ale. After a long hard chug that took up almost half the mug, she licked the froth around her mouth and washed her suddenly weary gaze over her crew. “Might as well drink as much as possible, numb the pain eh?” The chuckle that followed was dry and weak.

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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.

“A crew of pussies and fools is no captain’s fault. You can’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. “Danger… 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.”

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. “And after that, when I go crawling back to Juane, he’ll most certainly send you over, have you patch me up, and make me work the same day.” 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. “And if he hears of my little plan to sail off, taking one of his best girls away, he’ll take me out back and break my legs for punishment. I won’t be able to work for a few weeks, but it’ll let the other girls know what happens when they try to leave Juane.”

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."