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Malcom Vane

Captain of the Charmed Waters

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

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"If sailor tales to sailor tunes, Storm and adventure, heat and cold, If schooners, islands, and maroons And Buccaneers and buried Gold And all the old romance, retold, Exactly in the ancient way, Can please, as me they pleased of old, The wiser youngsters of to-day"


FULL NAME
"Malcom Nathaniel Vane"

BIRTH DATE
"July 27th"

SEXUALITY
"Heterosexual"

OCCUPATION
"Captain over the Charmed Waters"






ImageAPPEARANCE
Malcom is a taller man with a rather intimidating presence. He's got quite a few tattoos over his body and a great number of scars to match. His one subject of pride about himself is his finely groomed beard. He takes care to hold a small bone comb in his pocket and is often seen brushing through the coarse bristles of his beard thoughtfully. Malcom has dark serious eyes and with his intense gaze he is known to have made lesser men tremble.

Malcom takes care to dress the part of Captain as best as his meagre payroll will allow. He's rather fond of his long leather trench coat which reaches past his knees. It sports a high collar and a few rips from previous adventures. Malcom has forgone the classic hat and prefers to keep his head bare letting his longer hair awry. Malcom is generally quite fit and has a rather bulky frame. He takes care to ensure that he gets a regular amount of physical exercise and takes pride in his appearance.

WEIGHT
180 LB

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HEIGHT
6.2

LIKES
~Adventure
~Dark Ale
~Sailing
~His Beard
~Charmed Waters
~Privacy
~Reading
~He has a small wooden pipe he is fond of puffing

DISLIKES
~Being given orders
~Drama of any kind
~Liars (People who beat around the bush)
~Being Land Locked
~Cats
~Malcom fears heights and small enclosures

TALENTS
Malcom is a man of few talents but those that he does possess he excels at. Firstly Malcom is a very talented sailor, he understands the ship and the way she moves and has helped navigate his vessel out of many a close call. He's spent a great deal of time on the water and along with being a sailor Malcom is quite gifted at swimming. Along with his physical talents are his mental ones. Malcom is no gullible fool, he takes pride in his position as Captain and will not let the wool be pulled over his eyes.

WEAKNESSES
While some may not consider a soft heart a weakness Malcom does realize his tendency to attach himself to strays or strangers along his travels. He enjoys being with people and often gets quiet lonely when he is left on his own for too long. Another weakness would be his reckless behaviour upon occasion, while he is quite happy to outwit a merchant he does have the tendency to barge in headfirst into situations that would have been better to take a step back from.

PERSONALITY
Malcom's usual first impression to others is a cold one. He's rather intimidating with his size and bulk and those serious eyes don't really help his situation either. Paired with the fact that his neutral expression is a rather stern face its no surprise strangers tend to shy away from him. He has a gruff deep voice that often sounds a lot harsher then he intends it to be. However should someone take the time to brush past the rough exterior they would find a rather endearing soul. Malcom enjoys reading and will often share small passages of stories he enjoys with his comrades. Upon his ship in his quarters he has a large chest filled to the bring with books; some his favourite and others yet to be opened.

Malcom takes care to try and read most every day and if he sees another struggling with the words he is more than happy to offer his assistance. Malcom does occasionally make rash decisions with out thinking that do tend to lead him to all sorts of trouble, but he is happy to laugh about it after the matter. Quick to anger Malcom does have an enemy or two around, and when it comes to his past its a serious matter he prefers not to discuss.

HISTORY
It was during a a raging thunderstorm when Maclom Vane was born was sea. The boat rocked and threw itself over the rolling waves as his mother Ethel Vane let loose a mighty roar that reverberated through the wooden hull of the ship and even sounded over the crack of lightning. It was a chaotic birth and perhaps a foreshadow to the life Malcon Nathanial Vane would lead. Ethel Vane was a determined woman with a mission, she had to find her husband, the man that had mutilated and eventually brought Old Man Adder to his sorry state.

Ethel dragged her son all over the seas, searching as far as she could for her father. "He's got to meet his grandson." She would tell Malcom when he questioned her. "He's up and left us and we need to find him. The bastard." She would say. The subject of Ethel's father was always a touchy one. When others realized their relation to the man they would often be treated with suspicion and had even been sent packing or banished off ships. The last name Vane was an unlucky one, but Malcom and Ethel persevered and worked their way from ship to ship seeking any more information on the man Vane.

Eventually Malcom came to learn that Ethel was quite sick and her reasoning for seeking her father was not only to reunite with him but she also sought the stone he had stolen with the hopes that perhaps it might cure her. As the years passed and their search led them toward Keelhaul Refuge the final stop before the Unresting Abyss. They had not heard anything of Vane since the storm had pushed him in and now they had to assume that the Serene Deep was indeed still in the Abyss. By this time Ethel was no longer sea worthy, she was coughing up blood and her limbs were weak. Malcom watched on unable to her her and weeks later she passed away leaving him alone. For about a month he stayed at Keelhaul drinking himself into a stupor every night until finally he gathered himself a crew and a ship and sailed off towards the Unresting Abyss to complete his mothers mission.

Naught a day had passed into the voyage when the crew decided to turn against him. Their talk of the Abyss had scared the men senseless and they all wished to turn back. And so the ship was turned around against the will of Malcom. For a few years after that Malcom worked a few merchant ships, saving his money and eventually purchasing a ship of his own. Now he's back in Keelhaul and ready to try again.

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Malcom Vane's Story

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“Waves crack with wicked fury against me ship's hull while ocean currents rage as the full moon rises o're the sea."

The sun was setting on another day in Keelhaul Refuge. It had been a rather quiet day, no ships had come nor had any left. The villagers went about their day to day business ensuring the town was well stocked and well fed. The small town had experienced a bountiful trade season and they were eager to continue their steady profitable climb. Dark Ale was selling in multiple barrel loads and the local brewery was hiring left right and center. And so as the sun steadily drew lower on the horizon the small down settled down for the night. Some families drew into their homes while others made their way over to the Third Octopus.

The Third Octopus was the towns only Tavern and hotel. It provided a large open main floor willed with long wooden tables that were usually covered in crumbs and tipped over ale pitchers. While it may not have been the cleanest of places The Third Octopus was famous for its delicious food and most of all the Dark Ale which many had sailed days to try. The Dark Ale Keelhaul was proud to offer held a great deal of secrets around it. While no one knew all of the ingredients or the special brewing processes it is common knowledge that Dark Ale is one of the strongest out there. Men who claim to hold their liquor often can be undone by the second or third drink.

Naturally the Third Octopus is a lively place at night with about two dozen men drinking their way happily into oblivion. It is here the we find a younger serious looking man nursing a single pitcher of Dark Ale. He sits alone in a corner near the bar and keeps his eyes on the crowd. Posted to his table is a small sign that reads:


"Seeking able bodied men for the adventure of a lifetime.
Inquiries and applications accepted at The Third Octopus."


Now this man had spent the better part of the day posting the signs around town hoping that perhaps a few men might be interested in the call of adventure. His name was Malcom Vane and sat and waited patiently for potential crew members. He was dressed in a long leather coat and white tunic shirt that was only half tucked into his dark pants. On his side he wore a belt that held a single pistol and two knives. In his coat pocket there lay a reasonable sum of money as pay for any interested men who were to join his ship.

Malcom had not posted his name on the signs as he knew people would talk and it might dissuade potential crewmen from seeking him out. Vane is seeking a crew? Some would say. Again? Well we know to expect him back soon if memory serves correctly another would laugh. In the past Malcom had tried to put together a crew once before only to have the crew mutiny the first day in when they realized his destination was the Unresting Abyss. He sought his Grandfathers prize, the talisman that had been stolen from Old Man Adder, many called him a fool for even thinking of it, but Malcom was determined. And so there he sat, and there he waited.

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Meg stood outside The Third Octopus. Her hands were clenched into fists as she took deep breaths. Her mother's coat hung from her shoulders down to the tops of her knee high boots and her copper curls were tucked under a paperboy cap. It was a necessary safety precaution for a young girl traveling at night. A silver compass hung down from her neck, an eighteenth birthday present from her father and a goodbye gift. Her mind flashed to the moment he placed it around her neck as she stroked the metal with the tips of her fingers. They were on her father's ship, and he had told her it was time for her to sail on her own. To see new corners of the world. 'I'm proud of you, A stór' he said. Her eyes pricked at the term of endearment: "my treasure". When her eyes opened, she found them to be wet. With a scowl, she scrubbed at her sea green eyes and pushed open the door to the tavern.

There were people here and there, mainly men already drunk on Keelhaul's famous Dark Ale. Her eyes searched for the owner of the ad that had brought her here in the first place. She knew not the sort of person who would be her captain, if they in fact accepted her, but she hoped they would allow for a woman on board and not as a whore, but the Navigator. There, in the corner, was a man with a single pitcher of ale and a sign hung from his table. He was a bit younger than she had expected, but didn't mind it too much. She took a deep breath and walked towards him. She held her head high and hoped she appeared confident enough to hide the shaking. To say she was nervous was an understatement. If he refused her, she would consider herself a failure. She found she was glad she hadn't eaten all day. She would most definitely be sick if she had and that is no way to greet a Captain.

She stopped when she reached the table and bowed her head slightly as a sign of respect. "Hullo, Captain." She greeted him. "I am interested in a navigation position aboard your ship. I have a natural sense of direction, I can make maps from memory, and I come from a long line of sailors. I'm often known as "Red Star", She paused and pulled the cap off her head, releasing copper waves that flowed down past her shoulders. "But my name is Meghan Cunningham and I would be honored to sail beside you no matter the destination." She held the cap at her breast in salute and bowed again, her accent finding its way into her words as her nerves began to tighten in her stomach. "If'n you'll have me, suh."





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Late late late. The words flashed through her mind over and over, like a war banner. Her last client had left her quite a mess, with love-marks around her neck and chest. Those had to be covered with powder at least. She didn’t want her captain the think her a whore. But I am a whore. Doe grimaced at her reflection in the mirror. Her hair was all ruffled this way and that, and her body felt… gross. It always did after her shift. Her skin felt too tight, like what covered it was suffocating her. She reeked of sex, sweat, and ale. No matter how much perfume she put on, they would never cover that stench. Doe had a couple of her friends draw a warm bath while she prepared her outfit. It took her a few weeks, but with her meager pay she was able to save up enough for some attire that covered a bit more skin than her work clothes.

The bath was full of warm oils and fragrances; if anyone knew how to get clean, it was these women. It only took Doe a few minutes to wash down her tight, dirty skin, leaving her body smelling strongly of flower petals and fresh water. She dressed herself hastily, fumbling with the strings before she got help from a woman named Rose-Ann. The outfit consisted of a white blouse covered with a leather vest; something similar to a corset but not as tight. Dark brown pants and leather boots complemented her form; it was natural to her to seek out clothing that made her look appealing. Like an instinct that can’t be switched off or resisted. She finished the look by tying her hair up and putting a blue necklace around her neck. It had been Phara’s, a family heirloom that represented the constant flow and change of time. Just thinking of the other woman made Doe’s chest tighten with sadness. But tears would no longer flow, she refused to let them. She’d cried enough over the loss of her friend.

The walk from the brothel to the tavern was a short one; the two were right next to each other. But she was still late. What would her new captain think of her if she was late? He’s not my new captain yet… God knows if he’d give me the position. Why would he want a whore working his kitchen? She could be sick, pass it on to the others… Doe squeezed her eyes shut, tensing her whole body before allowing it to relax. No harm could come from applying for the job, right? With yet another deep breath, she pushed into the tavern. Her small frame squeezed between larger, bulkier ones, occasionally letting out a squeak when she almost got knocked over.

That was until Doe saw her captain. A man as burly as the rest, with a large head of hair and an even more massive beard. His leather overcoat seemed to go for miles, captivating the small woman. It was then that the largest wave of fear overcame her, almost toppling her over. But she weathered the storm, pushing past all of the people and standing before her, hopefully, future captain. Next to her was another woman, not much taller than her but with fiery hair. Another hard swallow and she took a step forward, practically overcoming the other woman. “Hello Captain, my name is Doe Zola, and I’m here to apply for the position as head chef.” She had to force herself to not let her voice quiver. “U-uh, if it pleases you, sir. I… I could prove my worth in any sort of test you throw at me. I promise you that, sir.” She did her best to sit up straighter, with her shoulders angled back and her chest puffed out. Although, she was pretty sure her lip was quivering.

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Maclom took another sip of ale and felt the amber liquid burn a pleasant line down his belly. He closed his eyes a moment and let the sounds of the tavern slip over him. There was laughter and the telling of tall tales and the squeals of women who pretended to be impressed. When his eyes opened he noticed a red headed woman staring at him with a rather determined expression on her pretty little face. His serious gaze continued to rest upon her as she made her way towards him and it was clear to him that she was nervous.

However when she spoke she gave of no other indication of nerves. He returned her incline of head and listened as she listed her abilities and what she hoped to do for him. When she finally introduced herself as Red Star and let her long auburn hair flow down her shoulders he lifted a small brow but didn't make any other motions. She bowed and said her final statement. He was silent for a moment and then stood. At 6.2 he towered over the 5.3 Navigator in front of him. He reached out a calloused hand and with a very somber face he spoke.
"Red Star, This journey I wish to take is a treacherous one; However I feel that a fine navigator like yourself would make a fine addition to my crew." He shook her hand with a firm shake and then reached into his pocked and pulled out his sack of coins. He counted out 30 gold and placed metal in her hands. "Your welcome pay, more is sure to come if you steer us right." He promised her, As he was speaking another woman appeared next to Red Star and he let his gaze rest upon her.

Malcom, unlike any other man was not surprised to see another woman. His mother had been a fine sailor and had taught him everything he knew. It was his personal experience that women often made better sailors then men. And so he studied the woman with the brown hair. She was also small, and he felt like a giant next to the two women. She was rather gentle looking and he hoped that she was not as frail as her body looked. When she spoke there were a few hesitations but he could tell she was determined. She had a sultry voice and he wondered if she knew that most seafaring men would likely do anything to hear a tale from her. She wished to be the cook for his ship and he tried his best not to look amused as she puffed out her chest and stood tall.

Both the women had a spark that he liked in a person. It was clear determination was a trait they both shared and he needed that in his crew members. He moved his hand out and clasped her hand as well with a firm welcoming handshake.
"Welcome aboard Doe, I look forward to having you aboard." He let go of her hand and went to count out her welcome fee as well and then gestured to Red Star. "Doe this is Red Star, she will be navigating us on this journey... Come let us sit and we can discuss as well as wait for more members." Malcom sincerely hoped there would be more, though he was grateful that even two had considered joining him on his venture.

He pulled up two chairs and gestured for the owner to bring them two ales. He sat once the women were seated and then offered them both his first smile. "What brings you to my crew? He asked the both of them.

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Meg stood and waited for his response. When he stood, nearly a whole foot taller than her, she gulped. Then he held out his hand and accepted her. A broad, bright grin bloomed across her face as she took his hand in hers and shook. "Thank you, Captain. You won't regret this. I swear it." He reached into a sack and pulled out 30 gold coins. He placed them into her hand and for a moment, she could only stare at them. For tiny things, the value they held was substantial. She registered movement to her left and stuck the gold back into her pocket and turned to see a brown haired twig-er.. girl. Meg's first reaction was to ignore her, but if they were to be crewmates, that wouldn't be the best first impression so she stepped to the side and allowed the girl some time in the spotlight.

She was a gorgeous girl, Meg had to give her that, and her voice... was like music. Meg shook her head once and turned her attention to her Captain. Her skin tingled and relief and joy filled her core. She had been successful. Her first interview. Her first voyage! Danger was practically her middle name so it wasn't something she worried about... Okay her middle name is Marie, but that's beside the point. In Meg's opinion, his acceptance of the girl--Doe--wasn't anything special. No warnings of danger or hopeful statements on her being a part of the crew. Meg smiled and then she was being introduced.

She nodded a greeting to the girl and said, "Welcome aboard." Their Captain, who actually had yet to identify himself, gestured for them to sit and inquired as to what their interest was in joining his crew. She was so excited her accent slipped out once more and this time, she wouldn't bother to dwell on it. It was bound to happen on occasion. "Ah come from a family of sailars, suh. Me father and me mum were both sailars as were der parents befare dem. Me father more den me mum. She died when ah was a babe and me father raised me abard his ship. Ah've been sailin' me whole life and now that ahm of age, father says it 'tis time for me to begin me own jarney." By the time she finished, the waitress had set a pint of ale before her and she took a swig, ready to show she can be one of the boys if need be just as easily as a girl.

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Sun had been at the tavern for a few hours already despite it being early in the night. With little else to occupy her time, she had strolled into bar and ordered a round for everyone in the joint. Free ale was a great way to make friends with sailors in a new town. Though by some luck, she recognized one of the patrons at a table in the back as a former crew mate. Though he was now a member of the Starboard Stinger's crew he looked exactly the same, BIG. In every sense of the word. He was tall, grizzled and probably weighed 300 lbs, but he was a softy. Sun would never say so out loud of course, he didn't get his eye patch and broken teeth from hugging too hard.

By the time it was Sun's turn again to buy for the rambunctious group she'd wormed her way into, she was definitely feeling the effects of the Dark Ale. Unfortunately, her body couldn't quite keep up with the large men that occupied the other seats. Stumbling only once, she confidently walked up to the bar to order another round. Taking out her coin purse to pay, she realized maybe buying a round of drinks for the whole tavern while unemployed was a less than grand idea. Not a bad one, but not a good one either. As she waited for the drinks, Sun leaned back against the bar. A slight flutter caught her attention. Though her vision was a little hazy, she could make out a call to arms for a pirate crew. Exactly what she needed.

Forgetting about the drinks, she moseyed on over to the table surrounded by a handsome group. Maybe it was the alcohol, maybe they were just that good looking, Sun didn't care. She didn't have any trouble getting there, but it was still apparent she'd been drinking, if only slightly. Unsure on who the employer was and too drunk to figure it out, she decided on a big entrance.

As she arrived at the conversing group, she pulled the guns from her belt and slammed them on the table. "Alright listen. I may be a little tipsy right now, but I'm still the best damn shot in this godforsaken town." She'd addressed everyone. Sure, it could be blamed on the alcohol, but Sun would probably have done the same sober. "This one is Lola and the other is Tilly," she said gesturing to each gun. "And I'm Sun. Let's go get us some adventure!"

Granted, her last statement didn't make much sense, but she stared the man at the table in the eye. She didn't let herself waver even a little to prove she was serious about the commitment, whether it was made under the influence or not. Though if Sun were honest, she'd be the first to admit all her best decisions have been made while slightly intoxicated.



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"Oh no."

The setting sun cast dark, blinding shadows all across the busy streets of the Keelhaul Refuge. But even in lieu of the darkness, she could still make out the terrified visages of four grown men carrying the scraps of a battered, bloody sailor. This young man's arms were crossed over his chest as though he were already dead, and the sticky pools of crimson splattered across his body had seeped onto the hands and faces of his comrades. The small group, exhausted and anxious, was undoubtedly charging in her direction. Jasmine sighed. This was terribly unfortunate, as she had been hoping to close her apothecary shop in a matter of a few minutes.

"You bony-arsed twats should know that I'm not available after sunset!" she spat to them before they even reached her stand. As they approached, she could smell the lingering stench of sweat and gunpowder on their skins. It was especially pungent on John Merryman, who, in her time of knowing him, had always worn it like perfume. He let go of his grip on the young sailor's damaged leg and marched towards her with strong steps.

"Well, 'ats very inconsiderate miss," he retorted, "considerin' most injuries tend to 'appen at night."

She crossed her arms and scowled. The French woman didn't want to have to sacrifice her private plans and hospitality tonight, but it was a friend standing before her. She couldn't turn down a request made by John Merryman. He had a grand reputation around Keelhaul, and he had personally saved her arse on many occasions, particularly on their voyage aboard The Pride. It was many moons ago, but she remembered the barbarous raid as though it had been only yesterday. If not for his knowledge regarding steel-on-steel combat, she wouldn't have been standing before him.

They didn't need to speak anymore; they made a quiet, unheard agreement through the sharp glares of their pointed eyes.

"Get 'im inside," she exhaled, "watch out for the crates on the stairs."

The entrance to Jasmine Golde's apartment was only a sword's-length away. The crew bolted through the wooden door, their bloody victim groaning ferociously with every stride they took. Before she headed into the apartment herself, the woman took a few bottles and herbs from off of her stand, promptly stuffing them into her coat pockets. She curled her fingers up into fists, rolled her eyes, and then ran up the stairs into her makeshift living space.

"On there," she ordered the confused men, pointing to a hammock strung up near the left side of the room. Not showing any signs of fear or trepidation, she calmly strode to her medicine cabinet, which held a collection of even more herbs and oils. Some of the concoctions were of her own creation. Any man of Asian origin would have known that the Wood Witch's stash of potions and remedies was equivalent to a goldmine.

She took out a few more bottles and plants, and then sealed the doors shut. "Any broken bones? Damage to the organs? Head trauma?" she flatly asked the guests as she strode towards her patient.

John Merryman shook his head. "Naw ma'am, just some nasty cuts an' bruises. He were in a knife fight. His opponent 'ad been in the Royal Navy. War hero. 75 killings to 'is name."

Jasmine roared with laughter. She knew just the man he was talking about. You were an idiot to challenge Charles Blackbriar; any person with a brain knew that. Appalled, all the heads in the room turned to face her. Embarrassed, she awkwardly sealed her lips.

She tore open the bleeding boy's shirt, as well as parts of his pant legs, analyzing him. "Fortunately, you won't need any stitches," she smirked, grabbing some gauze from off the side table nearby. "Unfortunately for my knife, you won't need any amputations, either."

She chuckled, but the rest of the room didn't so much as blink at the joke.

"May sting a little," she warned him, uncorking one of the bottles she had grabbed from her cabinet. As soon as it was opened, the room was filled with the scent of honey, cinnamon, alcohol, and lavender. Getting straight to work, she quickly spread the watery ointment across his chest. Unsurprisingly, he grimaced in pain, squealing like a pig and flailing his arms about as though moving would help his situation.

"No wonder you got fucked so badly," she snarked, "you have the pain tolerance of a three-year-old."

"Jasmine,"

"Sorry, John," she snorted, "Couldn't help myself."

After spreading the concoction over his legs, arms, and face, the surgen placed tea leaves over major cuts and bruises, and then bandaged everything until there was not so much as a drop of blood to be seen on the man's body. She emptied her pockets, grabbing a bottle of opiates and feeding some of the drug to her patient. It would minimize the pain, at least for a full day. The wounded sailor stopped moaning, instead flicking his eyelids back and forth until drifting off into a deep sleep. Her guests, nervous a minute ago, were now stupefied.

She stood up, brushing traces of tea leaves from off her blouse, and then turned to face the men. "Give him some more of those palliatives if he needs 'em," she said. "Change his bandages every couple of hours, and make sure to switch out the leaves. More gauze can be found in my chamber. Tea leaves are in the cabinet and behind my stand outside. He needs sleep. Do not wake him. Don't want him wandering into anymore trouble..."

She grabbed a flintlock pistol from off of her side table, strapped it to a holster in her belt, and walked towards the door.

"Au revoir," she sang before opening it.

"Wait," John cried, his brows furrowed. "Where the hell you goin', lass?"

She walked out into the foyer, only her head visible.

"The place is yours for two days," she replied. "After the fright you shits gave me, I'm sleeping in a whore's bed tonight."

Leaving them confused and flustered, she slammed the door, making her way to the tavern just across the street.

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The Third Octopus was boisterous and claustrophobic: just the way she liked it. A flagon of rum hung from her hands; she didn't go for that Dark Ale shit. She was French after all, and the French always stood out from a crowd. Finding another good friend of hers, Tobias 'Dead Man' Mulligan, Jasmine sauntered towards his table and was met with the cheers of his friends as she sat down. The way she walked, it was as though she were already drunk.

"How's my favorite little harlot doin' tonight?" he smiled, patting her roughly on the back. She gave him a toothy grin and spread her legs apart as though she were a man.

"Alright,"
she giggled, "although I had to patch a young man up just a few moments ago. Charles Blackbriar almost made another kill tonight."

"Ohhhhh..."

The sound of the famous pirate's name sent a round of laughter and jeering all across the table.

"I imagine it wasn't an easy clean," Tobias said inbetween a sip of his ale.

She shook her head in scorn. "Not at all, sir. Almost didn't wanna help the poor bastard, but it was John Merryman's mate." She took a swig of her rum. "I wish people would stop coming to me like I'm a damn pimp or something..."

"I getcha," replied one of Tobias's friends. There was a wave of silence as they all continued to down their liquor. Finally, Mulligan broke the silence again, putting his hand on Jasmine's shoulder.

"You told me you wanted to get back to the seas again if you could, right?" he asked her. She nodded. He pointed to a man sporting a long leather trench coat and black frizzy beard. "Well, there's your way out, over there. Malcom Vane is looking for a crew. He put up pamphlets all across Keelhaul. Apparently, it's the adventure of a lifetime,"

This made Jasmine snort. "Sure," she snarked, "and my tits are full of gold. Isn't he obsessed with his hair or something?"

"I heard it was his beard."

"Apparently he reads as well..."


The whole table added more rumors about Malcom Vane to the conversation, and then stopped to take another communal swig from their flagons. After a few moments of quiet pondering, Jasmine arose from her stool. She was intrigued, amused, and unimpressed by the man and his proposal.

"I'll be right back," she mumbled, taking her drink with her as she strolled across the room.

Sitting at the small table beside him were two women. The first one she didn't recognize; the girl had long copper locks and a doll-like face that alluded to a single possibility: she had never experienced the rush of battle before. You could always tell when someone was new to piracy, and this little lady smiled like it was her first day. The second woman she had seen in the brothel before. She had enrapturing eyes and nice legs to her, but Jasmine had never had the pleasure of meeting her, let alone bedding her.

She leaned against their table, her back to the redheaded girl.

"Bonjour Monsieur Vane," she greeted him as though back in her homeland. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard a lot about you...your failures, your fetishes, your foolishness..." she took another swig of her drink, a smug smile appearing on her face as soon as she lowered the metal flagon. "You must truly be desperate if you had to advertise yourself to the people of Keelhaul..."

Suddenly, two heavy pistols fell against the table. Jasmine shot her head sideways, spotting an Asian woman with sharp lips and eyes that crackled like flames in a fireplace.

"Alright listen. I may be a little tipsy right now, but I'm still the best damn shot in this godforsaken town," She quickly prattled, seemingly unaware of how loud she was talking. "This one is Lola and the other is Tilly," she gestured to each gun. "And I'm Sun. Let's go get us some adventure!"

Slowly, Jasmine's eyes widened in surprise and amusement. "Well," she turned to Vane, "this one's awfully abrasive. You'd be an idiot not to take her in..." She passed the new girl, finishing the last of her drink as she approached the only man at the table. "I'm awfully jealous of you Captain," she smirked, stretching out the last word so as to question its authenticity, "You're living my dream: having beautiful women throw themselves at your feet without even questioning where you come from or the things you've done. I try to garnish the same mysterious reputation at the local brothel myself, but, you know...I lack some of the parts..."

She shrugged, placing her empty flagon at the center of the table for all to see. She paced back and forth for a few moments, and then abruptly stopped.

"I'm not here to suck your cock, Vane," she spat, placing her hands on both hips. "In fact, a part of me is interested in this adventure of yours, for you see, I'm up to my knees in work right now. I'd like to get away from it for a while. Take some time off from stitching up gashes and cooking up medicines..." She glanced at Dominique for a second, subtly biting her lip. "But unfortunately, I'm at a bit of an impasse. I've made quite the reputation here - surely you've heard of my moniker. And don't even get me started on my salary," she moaned. "I'm living a pretty good life here. So..."

She sat herself on the edge of the table, right in front of him. "Because you surely know who I am, you're going to tell me why I should join your crew. I'm not going to beg for your acceptance. You're going to beg for mine."

She drank from his glass of dark ale, gushing once the deep flavor set upon her tongue.

"And don't try to convince me with artifice straight from your arse," she pointed at him. "I'll know..."

Jasmine crossed her legs, set the drink down and wrapped both hands around her right knee, smirking.

"After all, I've had lots of terrible experiences with crews before. Every captain says the same thing before he fails."

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As the three of them sat together and the women had their Dark Ale served to them Malcom listened as Red Star explained it was time for an adventure of her own and he all too well understood that very fact. Nodding in agreement he lifted the tankard to his lips and took a long swig. The foam of the ale was left lingering in his mustache but he wiped it away quickly in a gesture of habit.
"Tis most excellent my venture." He told the two women quiet seriously. "I shall of course explain more we we are aboard my ship with a larger crew. I intend to stay here a while more should anyone else decide my poster is worth pursuing." He realized then the women in front of him didn't actually know his name, which was something he was happy with for the moment, but it would be right for them to know who their captain was.

It was a common occurrence on the seas for many a sailor to not know who led them until they were well at sea. However this never sat well with Malcom especially considering his last mutiny and he preferred for the crew to abandon him while they were still on land this time. He was about to introduce himself when suddenly there was a loud bang of firearms being slammed to the table. He blinked in slight surprise and had a hand move to his belt where his single pistol was holstered.

Looking up he saw the guns belonged to a taller woman with dark hair. She was looking very confidant with herself and he liked the fire that he saw. She explained she was a little drunk and he thought perhaps she might remove the little from her statement and then she would be right.
"This one is Lola and the other is Tilly," He watched her gesture to each gun and made a mental note to himself to remember the names. "And I'm Sun. Let's go get us some adventure!" He was grinning at her outburst and already deciding she was welcome aboard. However before he was able to get the words out another voice cut through the already deafening tavern.

"Well... this one's awfully abrasive. You'd be an idiot not to take her in..." The voice was cool and he could almost feel the attitude just dripping with every word. The woman continued to speak telling Malcom she was rather jealous of his current situation, which he had to admit was rather appealing and he had no problems with the sheer amount of female interest in his adventure. It did a man a large flattery that it did.
"You would of course be most welcome to join as well sailor." Malcom got to his feet again and lifted his tankard as well though he did not drink from it. The darker skinned woman placed her flagon on the table and started to pace for whatever reason. Deciding it was safer not to ask why, he instead let his eyes glance over the rest of the crew to see how they were taking it and then let them rest back on her.

"I'm not here to suck your cock, Vane,"

"I don't think either of us would enjoy that." he mused quietly as she continued on. She spoke of how she wanted to escape and was tired of the day to day a medical professional dealt with. Secretly Malcom was quiet pleased he was gaining a medical officer, and he had indeed heard of her, Jasmine the rude and harsh surgeon with hands of gold. She sat on the table in front of him and he took a swig of his drink, his eyes locked with hers and he looked at her almost amused.

"Because you surely know who I am, you're going to tell me why I should join your crew. I'm not going to beg for your acceptance. You're going to beg for mine." She took his drink out of his hands and he couldn't help the smile now.

"Of course Jasmine." He said softly. "It would be a pleasure and an honor to have you aboard the Charmed Waters. As well as you Sun, Lola and Tilly." He said turning to the dark haired woman. He dug out his money bag again and counted out enough coins for Sun and threw in an extra two for her pistols each and then turned to Jasmine. He slowly began to count out the coins as well and when he was finished he set them on the table in front of her. His gaze returned to hers and he said "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. 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.

Malcom picked up his drink again and set it in her hands and then looked at the rest of the woman at the table. He gave them all a cocky grin."I am of course willing to share evenly in all treasure that is found." For now he decided, he would keep his real goal to himself. Old Man Adder's Talisman was one of the more frowned upon legends and he knew it would be even more so if they took his heritage into account. "I, Malcom Vane have a fine ship, and it looks like and even finer crew starting." He tried his best not to wince there, hoping he didn't sound too soft.

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Their table seemed to be attracted quite a bit attention and all of them female. She was happy she was actually able to finish her statement before the dark skinned medic and sly gunner waltzed over to their table. Well, Jasmine waltzed. Sun practically strutted. Both seemed spirited... and rude, but then again, Meg was well aware that she could be the same given the right conditions. Although she didn't have as much confidence. She decided to sit back and watch the confrontation unfold before her. She nearly laughed at Jasmine's vulgarity. It was actually quite refreshing to the polite girls she was so used to dealing with, though the comment about falling at the captain's feet urked her. She wasn't swooning. She was sailor looking for an adventure and expected as much from their voyage.

Her mind started to buzz as more Dark ale warmed her from the inside. She had to be careful. She wasn't normally a light weight but dark ale was known to lose lips and sink ships. She practically choked when the connection hit her, the ale slowing down her processing. Vane. As in Captain Malcolm Vane, the man who sought the treasure across the sea stolen from this town from Old man Adder. That was where they would be sailing. That was the treasure they sought. Oh man, father would have a heart attack when she wrote to him about her adventures the next time she got a chance!


After Vane finally introduced himself to them, she surveyed the group and said, "A fine group indeed. A pleasure to meet you all." Her eyes found those of the captain and she raised her hand in a salute"It goes without saying, Captain Vane, that I'll follow your lead to the end of the sea. You have my allegiance." The room was beginning to rock as the ale began to influence her. Ah well, the others were practically drunk already. "Out of curiosity, when are we to set sail?" She smiled excitedly. If a pirate is was this voyage makes me, than it's a pirates life for me.

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"Welcome aboard Doe, I look forward to having you aboard." Doe’s chest filled with pride and she stood up a little bit taller. "Doe this is Red Star, she will be navigating us on this journey... Come let us sit and we can discuss as well as wait for more members."

Doe immediately jumped forward and shook the “Red Star”’s hand, a bit excitedly, with a wide smile on her face. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, and I look forward to working with you!” After a, perhaps, awkward amount of time, she let go of the redhead’s hand and sat next to her new crewmates.

Once she got comfortable in her wooden seat, which was slightly too large for her, Doe ordered a mug of ale. She listened intently to her new mates speaking to each other. This Red Star was interesting to say the least. But hearing her story made Doe self conscious. This woman was born to sailors and travellers, but Doe came from a beggar and a whore, then was forced to become one herself. With a few minutes of pondering, she thought that she had patched together a few sentences that would explain her story, but she was cut off when a tall, lean woman slammed her guns on the table. Not long after that, a darker skinned French woman came in boldly, demanding that her new captain provide her reasons why he wanted her to join.

Throughout this whole ordeal, Doe sat there, quietly sipping at her ale, a bit shy about introducing herself. Not to mention, the intrepid nature of the French woman frightened her slightly. Despite her vulgarity, her new captain handled the situation extremely well.

It seemed as if everything was going well. No one had started any fights, no one was demanding more money, no one was… too drunk. Things were going well, and a genuine smile was spread across her face. “Oi, Doe-eyes! Whatta ya doin’ here!?” A big, lumbering man staggered over. His face was scarred with years of hardship, and his beard hadn’t been trimmed in ages. Thick, worked hands grasped at the back of Doe’s chair and tugged back slightly, causing her to jolt. Her whole body filled with dread; she knew exactly who this man was. This was Rollins, one of Doe’s regulars. He was a gruff, rude fellow who was a barbaric animal in bed, and not in a good way.

Doe did her best to put on a smile and look up him; he towered over her at a staggering 6’5’’. “O-oh, Ro, I just… got off my shift a little while ago and decided to come drink with some friends.” She glanced at the group of multiple women and one, unknowingly to her, disgraced captain.

“Oh, I see, I see! Well, thanks for sparing me the walk next door.” A single, burly hand wrapped around her frail arm. She grimaced at the touch and yanked away, knowing exactly what he wanted.

“Sorry, Ro, not right now. I’m off for the rest of the night.” She tried to pull away feebly once more.

He let out a low chuckle, tightening his grip, causing her to flinch in pain. “Aww cmon lass, don’t be like tha. Perhaps I’ll throw ya an extra gold coin for yer troubles.” He leaned forward, and she could smell the alcohol on his wiry whiskers. Talking wouldn’t stop him.

Rollins suddenly tugged on her arm, causing her to stumble from her chair, which toppled behind her. There was a sudden shift in Doe’s demeanor. Her facial expression turned cold, with her nose scrunching up and her eyebrow furrowing. Quick as a bunny, she turn in his grip and drew a dagger that had been hidden in her belt. The tip of the straight blade pressed against the curve of his gut; he released the grip from her arm immediately and attempted to stumble back. Doe followed, the knife never once leaving its position. “Listen here you horny fucker.” Her voice was oddly deeper, more rugged, finally displaying all of the hardships she had been through. Her small, dainty hand reached into the tangles of his beard and gripped hard, pulling him down so they were at eye level. “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.” She pressed the dagger forward ever so slightly, drawing only a bead of blood. Mentioning Juane, her pimp and the owner of the brothel, was an open threat. The man really didn’t give a shit what happened to his girls, as long as they were able to work. But that didn’t stop Doe from throwing his name out there. He was well known in the area, called the Man With No Enemies, because they were often dead before they could even throw out a threat. Doe’s eye gleamed with a mixture of anger and hatred. “Are we clear?”

“I-I… Yes, we’re clear.”

Doe narrowed her eyes, tightening her grip on his beard. By now, the surrounding area in the bar had gone silent to watch. “Yes ma’am. You may call me a slut in bed, but out here, you will treat me with respect. Are we fucking clear!” There was enough venom in her voice to kill a cobra.

“Yes, we’re clear, ma’am.”

Doe released her grip, backed away silently and picked her chair up off the ground. The man stumbled away, drunkedly swearing under his breath. As she sat, Doe stuck her knife upright into the wooden table and grabbed her mug to take a swig, only to find it empty. She pulled a few silver coins out of her pocket and tossed them onto the table. “Oi, someone get me another glass o’ ale before I slice off another man’s respect.” By now, her scowl turned to a sneer full of deviousness as she glanced at her new crewmates, wondering how they’d respond. Unbeknownst to her, a couple of Rollins’ buddies were speaking to him just outside the bar, and their animosity was only growing…

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Meg heard a loud voice come from behind her greeting the doe-eyed girl beside her followed by a soft screech as the chair was pulled back on the stone floor. Meg tensed. The man was obviously drunk and the cocky tone of his voice was enough for her to know that he was planning on doing what he liked no matter what anyone said. And the girl, Meg lifted a brow in curiosity, was a whore. She slowly reached for the dagger in her boot the same time she looked over her shoulder. The man was about as tall as her captain, but twice as big with an unkempt beard and practically reeked of ale. If he laid one unwanted hand on her without the girl's permission, he would be losing that hand. She opened her mouth to react, but nothing came out except a small sound of shock.

Doe had a dagger to the man's gut and a fierce look in her eye. Her voice had also lowered in pitch as she threatened the enormous man and defended her sisters. The name she dropped she recognized. He was the most notorious pimp on Keelhaul and was known for his women and the bodies that showed up after mentioning his name. After the man retreated, tail between his legs, Doe demanded another ale. Meg clapped slowly, impressed by the girl's actions. She tossed her a coin for the ale wasn't on the house after that confrontation and said, "If there was any doubt you'd last on a ship, I think you just sliced right through them." She held out her flagon of ale when the girl's was replaced in a toast. "I look forward to sailing with you. I hope you cook as well as you fight or we're in some serious trouble."

Now the room was spinning. Meg hoped they would set sail tomorrow and if they did, she would be massively hungover. She had no where to sleep it off--in fact she had no where to sleep period--and she wanted to stay and observe her crew. They all seemed interesting people. Especially the doe-eyed girl, but she was determined to keep the ale's affects from affecting her calculations and directions.

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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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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."