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Andrew

My name is Andrew.. Now let me see you, wouldn't want to get Scurvy, now would you?

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a character in “Mis`fortune”, as played by Stiles

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Name: Andrew AKA "Drew" (He hates being called drew, but it is a safe nickname. Call him Andy and you'll probably lose your tongue.. and a few teeth.)

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Age:22

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Pansexual (Summary: Also known as "Gender-blind". it is the sexual attraction, sexual desire, romantic love, or emotional attraction toward people of all gender identities, asserting that gender is insignificant or irrelevant in determining whether they will be sexually attracted to others.

Role: Doctor

Information on your Role: Another highly valued position, surgeons would often be grabbed from crews of captured ships, although they would not be ordinarily be asked to sign the articles. He would be expected to deal with colds, fevers, or sexual diseases with an assortment of mercurial medicines or other current treatments, and the carnage of battle often required amputations in hopes of saving the wounded. In the lack of a surgeon, a carpenter or even a cook would be asked to fill in. A carpenter would be certain to have the similar tools and cutting experience, but a cook as a surgeon would be quite a stretch.

Description: Short hair he prefers to be kept back and out of his face. His hair waves at the end giving him a vibe of elegance. His eye color is light brown, a black patch adorning his right eye. When working, Andrew is always fully dressed and his clothes picture perfect. His shirt is tucked in, buttons are all in place, collar is folded down. However outside of his work setting it is hard to keep a shirt on Andrew. In his free time Andrew is commonly witnessed wearing a long brown overcoat atop his bare skin and a pair of loose, but quite form fitting black trousers. He enjoys dressing nice. His eye patch is for decoration mostly, though there is a secret behind it that Andrew isn't willing to share. No one has ever seen him without it on, no one alive anyway.


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Personality: Andrew mostly is a man of few words, but every now and then he'll open up and talk. He only speaks freely around those he knows and trusts or people he deems useful to him. He is a perfectionist and takes failure quite critically, often taking it upon himself to punish himself for his mistakes. Everything has to be in order. He is very calm and composed, but if even one of his tools is out of place, you best hope and pray that you're not the one who moved it. He enjoys dressing nice and has a firm belief that others should as well. It wouldn't be a surprise if Andrew was giving someone he deemed a slob a makeover. He is protective of those he enjoy's the company of, and trash talking someone he likes would be very unwise. He is in charge of everyone's medical treatment afterall.


History: Andrew was born into the wealthy class. Well educated and smart, he was labeled as uprising promise in the medical field. He wasn't very good with people however. He dated some, but he never held a notable girlfriend. Just a month into his first job as a certified doctor, the ship he worked on was raided and he was kidnapped as a result. It didn't take him long to realize that he was taken in by pirates. With little option, Andrew became a pirate. It worked well with his personality anyhow. He didn't like crowds of people, as a pirate, he wasn't required to socialize with anyone outside of the crew. He's been with several crews, not finding one he has meshed well with yet. Mis'Fortune would probably be his seventh. Andrew's lost all hope for finding a crew he can permanently settle in with. He's definitely what one would call a vagabond.

Likes:
-Looking at the sky
- Stars
- *Cake* If someone gives him cake, you can bribe Andrew into doing virtually anything in return.
-Reading
-Food!!! (He is quite the glutton! lol)
-Fire
- Fancy Clothing
-Silk
-Cats


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Dislikes:
-Mess
-Cold weather
-Ignorant, Loud people
-Lazy people
-Hugs (LOL :D)
-Affection
-Children (Or:
-People with childish personalities)
-Birds, Rats, Mice
-(Most) Women


Dreams:
To find somewhere he fits, simple as that.

Perhaps to become the best doctor to ever set sail, but that one is negotiable.

Skills:
- Flexibility ~ 2
- Strength ~ 3
- Intelligence ~ 4
- Combat ~ 1
- Hand-Eye Coordination ~ 5
Weaknesses/Fears:

Andrew isn't very physically strong. He can carry a wounded ally, but he's not going to come out champion in any boxing competitions.


Despite being quiet, reserved, and mature, Andrew is internally a sensitive person. He is always taking things to heart and gets too disappointed when his tasks are done the wrong way.

Atychiphobia - Andrew is a victim of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and is a severe perfectionist, so his intense fear of failure is no doubt part of the package deal. Andrew's largest and most complicated fear. He has to overcome it every single day of his life. He is aware of the irrationality of his fear, often ignoring it and attempting his task anyway, but when he fails a task he takes it very personal and he shuts others out completely.

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Agoraphobia - Andrew is afraid of being in crowds of people. Public places make him nervous and feel out of place. He isn't the type you'd see at a bar when ashore. Typically he chooses to remain on the vessle at all times. Andrew chose the life of a pirate mostly for this reason. The amount of people he'd deal with daily was quite small. He liked those conditions.

Getting sick - Despite being a doctor, Andrew is terrified of needles... that is,when they are pointed towards him. Andrew is an excellent doctor, but he is terrified of being on the receiving end of medical treatment.

Weapons: Scalpels, Knives, Lightweight swords. Andrew prefers anything quick and easy to hold. He isn't a big fan of guns, but in a pinch he'd gladly use firearms if needed.
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Theme Song:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5K4PGpXsOAI



So begins...

Andrew's Story

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Aaahh~! The grandest ship out there. It's sails as black as the night sky, it's body built so thin that it cuts through any waters.And the skies are so blue they are! How does Cap'n Ron ever sail such a ship on his own? Easy enough said, the ship is alive. The crew members are merely just items to pass his time. This ship will creak and the ship will weep, but it never talks or eats. An amazing ship it is, but cursed indeed. A ship and man so evil that hell itself spat them out and never ask for them to return. Cursed forever on the seas, lost in the waters. Some say it is to be said that once you see the ship, you yourself will be cursed.

That very ship now rest at the back docks of the Caribbean, sitting and waiting for the crew members to arrive, but what no one knows is that ship is the legendary Mis'Fortune. Each crew member was picked out personally but Cap'n Ron himself. Cap'n Ron himself even written each member to his crew a Deed to work on his ship until death. Any of them who cross him or try to run away, will be killed by his very own hands. Don't think for a second that just because he won't leave the ship, means he won't go out and kill you. No is to see these Deed's only the crew member giving it is allowed to see it. And if you were to show anyone other than yourself of what is read on it, that person will get the poison eyes. Poison sent to the eyes, making them black and painful. All part of the cursed Mis'Fortune, only the crew can know about it.

And now it waits, waiting for the crew to arrive.




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Andrew rolled himself a cigarette calmly, twisting off the end. He wasn't much of a pipe person, and he considering chewing to be a rather dreadful and disgusting habit to pick up. He was a pirate, but first and foremost he was a doctor. Health was his prime concern, but he picked up the habit of smoking at quite a young age, it was too late to stop himself now. He was a man of many talents, but self control didn't happen to be one of them. He was quite the impulsive man. He hid it well, but he lived by his own impulses. Drinking, Women, Looting. He did virtually whatever he wanted. He was however still a man of several morals, he'd never disrespected a single woman, harmed a single child, or stolen from someone who would need the loot he'd taken to survive. He began his walk from the inn he took refuge at the night before. The deed he'd received in his pocket folded perfectly. This has to be some sort of joke. I'm gonna teach this wise guy not to joke about matters as serious as this. He began his walk out into the dark streets, slipping a matchbook from his overcoat with elegance. He slipped one of the thin pieces of wood from the box, scraping it across the rough side and watching the fire ignite. He quickly put the flame to the twisted end, watching it start to burn as he took a drag. He threw the match into a puddle on the ground, not missing a beat in his step.

Funny thing matches.. Andrew thought to himself, the self igniting match was a newer invention. He couldn't really grasp the concept, it always sparked his inner childhood amazement. He was always fascinated by fire. Dangerous, yet elegant. If one didn't know better they'd definitely be scorned by it. From a safe distance fire appeared to be so gentle to anyone whose never experienced the burn that comes with toying with it. It was a wolf in sheep's clothing. Looking innocent and harmless when contained, but when set free it would wreak havoc. It's what took his first ship.. burnt away into nothing. He started the fire, of course, but only due to a personal vendetta. They'd taken him from the life he'd once known. Of course he owed them everything. Piracy was his way of life and he would be damned before he'd have it any other way, but it was the mere principle that he'd been forced and given absolutely no choice. Andrew hated people like that. They got under his skin, so from the day he was taken into custody by the rowdy bunch, he'd sworn his revenge silently. He waited, years passed, he'd became a trusted member of the crew, then he made them pay dearly. They'd nearly forgotten the incident entirely. Kidnapping the seventeen year old version of Andrew. Before he'd been captured, taking another's life seemed unfathomable. He was a doctor! But that night he'd demolished his entire crew, and enjoyed every second of it. The burning flesh, the delicious screams. None of them ever seen it coming. They had no clue that the Doctor would have it in him to commit cold blooded murder.

Andrew lived by principle, discipline, and technicalities. He had his certain way of doing things, if his routine and balance were ever to be disrupted, one would have unleashed hell on earth. He took another drag off his cigarette. If he wasn't smoking at the time, Andrew would have been whistling by now. He enjoyed the sound and occasionally found himself doing it without realizing he'd even started doing it in the first place. He took the parchment out of his overcoat, one brown eye examining the contents, "The back docks. Alright." He looked up, letting out a sigh and dropping his cigarette, stomping it with the heel of his boot before continuing his walk. Empty, Empty.. He thought to himself as he walked along, examining each space, before his eyes met a dark painted boat. Had he not been paying attention, he would have missed it entirely. It was so dark that his eyes might have missed it. He was used to ships of brown, and gold in shade, this one was a whole new entity. He couldn't help but let out a chuckle. Whoever it is, they're authentic. I'll give him that.. He strolled on up to the dock the boat was settled in at, whistling as he gave the ship a good once over. It looked nice, cryptic and a bit hellish, but quite nice, at least he wasn't opposed. He was going to hell anyhow. He was a pirate after all. All pirates were damned, some far more than others, but it was a certainty he'd come to accept. Might as well go down with a grin on my face..


"Oi, I got a letter. Someone needs a doctor?" His voice called out with a stern voice. If he'd learnt anything in his years as a pirate, it was to never board a ship until you've gotten a proper idea of what awaits you on board. He corrected his dark brown hair that fell slightly out of place, staring at up at the ship, waiting for a sign of life, or well, the lack thereof considering the owner was claiming to be THE Ron Hingsty. Let's expose you for what you really are, a liar and a believer of bedtime stories. People just tell their children about Ron to make them go to sleep. To keep them from pursuing piracy as a lifestyle. It's a bunch of hogwash. Andrew thought matter-of-factly. He just stood there. Waiting. I've got all the time in the world. I belong nowhere, I'll be missed nowhere. No crew, no family. We can play this waiting game. Though Andrew was kidding himself, quite certainly overestimating his ability. He wasn't exactly a poster boy of patience. Actually, Andrew had virtually none. He was quick tempered and downright hateful toward children and childlike personalities. No tolerance whatsoever. His furrowed brows were a sign he was already getting ticked off.

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There are people in life who have nothing but good luck, the sort of person that finds money abandoned on street corners, who is always the first to be chosen for a promotion, who is never without a smart, pretty, and kind partner, and so on. Then there are normal people, those who have mixed luck but always seem to pull through. There are of course those unlucky few who have constant bad luck and are forced to take whatever life throws at them which is an awful lot of sprained ankles and empty pockets. Finally, there are those who have the worst sort of luck, the sort of ironic wish granting that would make the genies of legend green with envy, the kind of luck that makes you entirely sure that you were only born into existence so that life might have a good giggle at your expense alongside fate and destiny. Mortimer Lachance had that sort of luck.

It had started when he'd offhandedly wished to for once be the center of his parent's attention and, within the week, his brother had run off with some floozy leaving Mortimer to all of the pressures that he'd been avoiding as the second son. It had only become obvious, however, when he'd wished that he wouldn't have to stop sailing and was promptly shipwrecked and taken by pirates. It was that kind of twisted luck that brought him to the back docks in some tiny port town in the Caribbean, clutching all of his worldly possessions in two bags overflowing with papers, and wondering if life was having a good laugh at him right now.

The day before had begun like any other. Another day, another drink of the swill that the locals tried to pass off for wine, and another friendly reminder(threat) from the innkeeper that if he didn't pay rent by that night he would be promptly kicked out of the premises leaving the navigator nowhere to go. Down to his last few pennies, it wasn't as if he could catch a ride back to France, and the map business wasn't particularly lucrative especially when the sort of people who commissioned maps tended to get drunk off their ass and forget about it the next day when they left port. He was effectively stuck between a rock and a hard place and had no idea what to do with himself. Which was, of course, when the old Lachance luck apparently struck and he found an odd bit of paper on the desk in his room after returning from a fruitless day of searching for work. The fact that their was paper on the desk was of no surprise, his entire room was covered in papers of some sort or another, but that the parchment certainly wasn't his and the words upon it made it decidedly less normal.

He read it, set it down, left the room, returned to the room, read it again, and then, for good measure, read it at least twenty more times, with each reading growing paler and more concerned. Like any young boy who had thirsted for adventure, he'd heard the tales of the Mis 'Fortune and its Hellish captain. The first time he'd heard it, in fact, he'd refused to go on a boat for a week until his father assured him that it was just that, a story. That's what this Deed had to be as well, Mortimer had convinced himself and his temperament changed from concerned to irritated as he grabbed the paper and stormed out of his room. All this was, he now thought, was an immature and idiotic attempt by the innkeeper to frighten him out of his rooms a night early. Well, Mortimer Lachance was not one to take something like this lying down and went to the front desk to demand the meaning of this.

The meaning of this, apparently, was that the Deed was very much real if the fact that the innkeeper had fallen over, howling in pain and clawing at his eyes meant anything. He'd spent the night and next day packing all of his possessions all the while filling the room with colorful French curses and swears, a task that only took so long because he had to decide what was trash and what was important within his stacks of maps, novels, and bits of paper that, hey, he might just need at some point. When he'd left the next day, the innkeeper's wife, a plump but incredibly pleasant woman, waved away his questions and insisted that, "Don't worry about rent, dear. Try to stay safe and promise me you won't get into too much trouble." He'd nodded his head but knew very well that he couldn't make such a promise, especially if Ron Hingsty was involved.

The walk to the back docks felt like ages and mere seconds all at once, a feeling of foreboding weighing him down(as well as his two overstuffed bags, but that wasn't nearly as dramatic). And there she was, the Mis 'fortune or an incredible replica, floating forebodingly at the docks just as the Deed had promised. It was a stunning ship and, on any other occasion Mortimer would have fallen a little bit in love with the vessel, but now it was like a deadly promise, beckoning him to the mouth of Hell. If this was all a ruse, Mortimer was at least flattered that someone had put this amount of time and effort into tricking him. Still, despite the darkly impressive image of the ship, it wasn't as if anyone were here. And as long as no one else was here, he reasoned, he could pretend that this was all a bit of a gag and that the innkeeper had just had an unfortunate case of some sort of eye-disease that had just so happened to occur when he'd looked at the Deed Mortimer had shoved into his face the night before. Yes, that was it. This was all a good joke, hahaha, no one was here. He'd better leave now to find a place to stay the night and then-

"Oi, I got a letter. Someone needs a doctor?"

"Merde," He muttered, lips curling into a frown as the swear traveled through the night air, racing to any available ear. So he wasn't the only one who'd gotten a summons. He gripped the deed tightly in his hand, creasing the paper beneath his fingers.

"I suppose I am not the only one to get a summons, then," He said, louder this time, his voice still tinged with a strong French accent, his tone almost conversational if not for the heavy atmosphere and the way he clutched his bags to his person. He wasn't all that impressive, dressed down in the ways of the once-wealthy-poor, long hair pulled back by a single purple ribbon. Certainly not as impressive as the other man, the doctor, dressed neatly and to the nines with an eyepatch that had already become the stereotypical sign for pirate

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"Oi, I got a letter. Someone needs a doctor?"

Followed by another mans voice shortly after.

"I suppose I am not the only one to get a summons, then,"


No sight of life to be seen on the ship, not even the sound of footsteps on the wooden dock floors. The only thing that was heard was the sound of the ship's creeks. And the sound of the beautiful ocean hitting against the docks and the ships butt. There was a light warm breeze in the summer air and wonderful blue skies to brighten the day.

Suddenly a huge boardwalk, flung out of the ship and smashed onto the dock. Not breaking it, but landing hard enough to make a crash noise. The ship rocked a bit and suddenly stopped. Still no sign of the Cap'n.

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Loct, jumped into the edge of the dock as he placed his hand over his eye brows to block the sun from his eyes so that he could see the ship at the back docks. His morning was king odd a drag so he was thankful to be at the ship already. First he ran into a few drunks that wanted to use him as a sex toy, to hell that was going to happen. So he slit their throats and his escape to the ship. But he was topped again by a girl who wanted to have sex.

What was with people these days? Always about sex and money, it kind of ticked him off. He wish people would give him the cold shoulder or be to scared to talk to him, but no, everyone wanted something from him. Whether it was sex, money, food, clothes, shelter you name it they wanted it. Pissed him off every time. Because of this he could never been in a good mood for too long.

Loct was hoping to be the first but saw two other men had beat him to it. Loct grimaced and walked slightly fast up to the boardwalk, he made his way past the other men who seemed to be hesitating.

"What are you waiting for the Captain is waiting."
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Loct snapped and rushed onto the ship.

"Oh and if anyone steps into the kitchen without my say so...-"

He turned and smiled widely.

"-..I will kill you!"

He turned fast on his heals and rushed up to the ship's dock with a huge ass black luggage sack on his back, there was no joking in his voice what so ever. And his samurai sword beating against his leg as he rushed up the boardwalk and now onto the dock. Throwing his pack down by the edge he sat down on it waiting for the Captain to come out and greet them.

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His voice was familiar, but not of a person in this life time, someone from another world. Jennova couldn't quite figure it out, one thing she did know however, was that she was dreaming. How she knew this was simple, she was floating above water and a a man dressed like a pirate stood before her, arm out stretched reaching for her. What did this dream even mean to her? How would she know? This was the first time she had really had a dream in quite a long time... The man opened his mouth, his blonde hair covered one eye, and suddenly.... She knew who he was. The Pirate King...Or at least the made up one she had created as a child. She took a step towards him and reached for his hand, but as her hand fell into his - she heard her name and the image of him, and the clear water beneath them faded...

Jennova's eyes fluttered open for a second before she shut them again, only to rub her eyes. Outside her bedroom door her brother banged his fist repeatedly on the door. "Jenn! It's time to go!" He shouted over and over again until she finally reached over and shut the alarm next to her bed off. "I'll be out in second!" She told him with a sore throat as she took a deep breath, still trying to wake herself from the breath taking dream she had just woken up from. She looked on the floor where two bags stood next to each other, those were the bags that she'd be taking with her to the ship she was so lucky to be invited too. Well, as she liked to put it she was invited too.

Outside her door, Jason was ready to go, had his bags by the door, and was just finishing up some last minute cleaning before he would leave his rented home to another family to stay in. He walked back to the front door as he heard his sister getting out of her bed, he'd miss the famailar creek that they're house made everytime some one moved. It was only 5 minutes before Jenn was out with her bags on her shoulder. Jason shook his head at her outfit. A female pirate never dresses modest, but at least she didn't have a skirt one today. She was dressed in tight pants and a shirt that showed off her stomach and bare shoulders, something Jason was used to seeing on Jenn. He didn't really care all that much anymore.

"Well are you ready, or not?" Jennova asked him, gracefully walking past him, her heeled boots hit the ground with a loud 'thud' before swinging the front door open and making her way outside. They lived 50 seconds from the docks so it wasn't that big of a rush for her. Jason had his letter in his hands and smiled to himself as he saw Jennova's letter sticking out of one of her knee high boots. He'd miss this place, but his sister's heart belonged out at sea, and he followed her everywhere she went.

Jennova yawned as she saw three men on the ship before her, she made her way up the beautiful ship and smiled at them. "Didn't expect a women to be apart of yer crew did yew?" She said with a fake accent as her brother just shrugged and held his bags as he stepped aside and out of the way. He wasn't much of a people person, so he kept his mouth shut and let his sister do all the talking.

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(Gladis isn't here so I will just start! Please do excuse her absence! I will have her just wing it. Also let's just say for now that she is here with you waiting at the docks.)

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He shifted his body in his slept in the Crow's Nest, he always found it relaxing up there. It's the part of the ship where the Lookout stays during his times on the ship with a telescope. The guys you see at the very top of the all the sails. What woke him were the voices he heard down below. He saw that his crew had finally arrived. With a smirk rested on his lips he got up and rose to his feet, leaning over the Crow's Nest, he yelled in a cheered tone.


"Ahoy there mateys!" Cap'n Ron waved his hat hanging far over, any man would think he'd fall and kill himself. But Cap'n Ron never feared death, falling, wounds anything like that. His cheerfulness waved across the Ship, sea and docks. Cap'n Ron looked extremely young in age. He didn't look a day over his 20's or early teens.

Ron's hand 'Slipped' and he started to fall over the Crow's Nest. His grin never left his face as he started to fall down and past the sails.

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Despite the clarity of the day and the rather pleasant weather all-around, the ship seemed to dominate the entirety of the back docks, black sails blotting out the clear blue skies. No ship, Mortimer reasoned, had any right to be as ominous as this one, the creaking of wooden boards as the vessel swayed in the ocean current overwhelming the sound of gulls and the gentle lapping of waves against the docks. Which is why, when the boardwalk suddenly fell against against the dock with a resounding crash, Mortimer nearly jumped out of his skin, clutching his bags even closer to his person, especially when, despite everything, no one appeared on board, the ship's deck just as empty as it had been before.

"Mon dieu," He breathed, resisting the urge to cross himself purely out of habit. That was when others became to arrive. These people, he noted as they passed by, were pirates. Not just pirates, but pirates. The first to arrive had a swagger in his step and a tongue as sharp as the blade he carried, the threat easily rolling off of his tongue. If the rather specific threat concerning 'his' kitchen meant anything, this man was just the cook, and if the cook was this volatile, well, Mortimer was dreading the reveal of the rest of the crew. The next to arrive was a pair, the woman dressed in such a way that he was sure would make his mother back home have a conniption and make Renee green with envy. As for Mortimer, he averted his eyes because despite how many years he'd been away from France, women exposing themselves like that still managed to surprise him.

"Didn't expect a women to be apart of yer crew did yew?" Her words sounded smug to Mortimer's ears, as she traipsed onto the ship, the boy following behind with only a shrug. In actuality, he didn't care if there was a woman on board or not because she wasn't a lady- she was a pirate and he'd learned from experience that there was a monumental difference.

Thought others began to arrive and boarded the ship without even a split second of misgiving, Mortimer hesitated near the gangplank, unwilling to take that final step that might indeed seal his fate. These people- they craved the life of a pirate, would probably be thrilled to be a part of the Mis 'fortune's legacy if this was indeed that ship. As for the Frenchman, well, he wasn't quite sure if he even had a choice in the matter and-

The figure falling from the crow's nest dragged him forcefully from his thoughts, wide eyes now intent on the child- well, young man- plummeting to the ship below. A noise of surprise was caught in his throat and he only watched the scene unfold from the docks.

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Andrew turned a small portion of his attention away from the ship in front of him when he overheard, if his knowledge and ears weren't playing tricks on him, what sounded like a french accent. Relatively thick if he had to describe it. It wasn't quite that foreign to him for Andrew to hear a french accent, he'd sailed the seas with many different people; Spaniards, Frenchmen, Brits, he even was moderately close to an Irish cook he once met in his journeys, but it was still an accent he wasn't accustomed to hearing every day. His eyes fell on another brown haired male, but this one had long light brown hair opposed to his own which was short and dark. He held an elegance to him, it couldn't be denied, but there also was a laid back and sloppy feel to his appearance. Well, it could be worse. At least he is presentable. At least his clothes are clean. The doctor thought to himself, That's one person I don't think I'll get a lot of trouble out of health wise.

"I suppose not." Is the only reply Andrew gave to the Frenchman. He wasn't feeling very sociable, in fact, quite the opposite. He was tempted to leave. The Ron wannabe was nowhere in sight and he had better ways to spend his time than standing by an abandoned ship at these god forsaken docks. He closed his visible eye with a quiet huff, obviously growing irritated.

"Oh, but after you." Andrew held back a smirk as he spoke with complete sarcasm to Loct. Who is this guy? Does he really believe this is the real deal? What a joke. Piracy is going to the dogs.. Andrew thought to himself in disappointment, Even the pirates are starting to truly believe this fairy-tale.

He quirked an eyebrow, taking it as a personal challenge. What is he going to do to me if I decide to ignore his warning? He does realize that he's not allowed to kill another crew member over something as foolish as that, at least I hope so for his sake... He rubbed his temples with another sigh. I feel like I'm babysitting. The medical field really matures a man well beyond his years. What a pain.

He pulled out another cigarette he'd rolled at the inn, lighting it with another match in his pocket. I might as well smoke while I wait. The others hadn't seen him smoking his previous one, but if they had, they'd be at the first realization that Andrew was a borderline chain smoker. Whenever his nerves got even slightly irked he always retreated to a cigarette to calm himself.

He took a long drag before exhaling moments later, turning his attention to a female voice. He nearly dropped his cigarette when he heard her say woman and crew in the same sentence. What!? You've got to be joking. He closed his eyes with a short chuckle, hiding his death glare before she could catch on to his animosity, "I only expect this whole thing to have been a colossal waste of time." Andrew was doing his absolute best to keep his cool as his thoughts expressed his anger instead, I cannot believe this. A woman on the ship? Does he want to sink? I don't want ill fortune just because he's got dreadful taste in picking crew members..

Finally the one claiming to be captain Ron decided to grace them all with his presence and finally reveal himself. Well isn't he one for being fashionably late. Andrew thought bitterly to himself as he kept a flat expression until the very end, not letting those around him, especially Ron to read his expressions clearly. He didn't want to come across as awed and worried as the others. As a doctor he was used to forcing himself to keep his body calm and composed. Surgery was a stressful situation, if he could keep his cool during operation, this was mere child's play. Though, Andrew wasn't perfect, he could only keep his cool on the outside. On the inside his thoughts were absolutely frantic once the boy fell from the crow's nest. Is he stupid? Does he really believe that he cannot die? Captain Ron is a myth! This kid is insane. He honestly believes that he is Captain Ron? What is the world coming to? I'm not going to even attempt fixing his injuries from this. Injuries from that height.. they'd be too severe to even bother with. It isn't my concern, it will be of his own accord and stupidity.

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Ron saw Loct look up to see Ron fall in his direction. "What the He-" Out of panic Loct started to run but turned back. Ron twisted and turned landing on his feet with a loud thud, grinning happily as he landed.. "You know, I think this is why Kids shouldn't be on ships anymore. Are you hurt anywhere?" Loct searched the Robs body with his eyes.. "You're lucky, those thin legs didn't snap into pieces." Loct squinted his eyes to look Ron in his eyes. "Who are you, are you part of the crew too?" Loct looked over Ron again.

"HO HO HO" Ron laughed and walked past Loct. "Come with me and let me explain myself." Ron pushed Loct in front of him and off the ship onto the boardwalk along with whoever else was on the ship. Ron never got off the ship though and stood at the entrance of the boardwalk."Good morning everyone. And welcome to my hear ship. As some of you may think or believe who I already am. I'd like to say that it is true. If you do not believe me, then leave." He said it like a 'I dare you to leave' warning kind of voice. And like that his smile was gone and his childish face went dark and a bit like a mans. And just as quick he smiled again. "Now those of you who is staying. Get on the ship fast! Come on look alive." He snapped at them and moved out of the way. Watching them pass by one at a time.

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Jennova & Jason

Jason didn't like being led off the ship just to be told to get back on so he folded his arms over his chest and stormed back onto the ship, making room for others to get on the ship as well by standing further away then where he was in the first place. He eye'd everyone. There was one person he knew for certain he wouldn't like and that was the man who looked stiff like he had a lot on his mind. Jason was very judgemental, anyone could tell you that, but did he care what anyone else thought? Of course not! He took a deep breath, his arms folded over his chest as his eyes fell on another person, he wasn't quite sure if it was a woman or a man, He has come across some manly women and some pretty men in his time, but he couldn't quite put his finger on which gender this person was. He shook his head and looked at the next person, his sister.. She had her eyes locked on the ground, biting the dry skin on her bottom lip. It was her thinking face, something was up. But what? When they had first come on the ship she wasn't surprised that this captain fellow had jumped from such heights or the fact that he was so young. Then again he and his sister were pretty young themselves. He looked around, finally deciding there were six men not including himself and three women. More men then women was always the best idea. But in his point of view, a crew always needed a women's touch. He smiled to himself as he thought of the time he was apart of a crew and was the only man around. Besides the manly woman.. That was the time when his sister changed her name to Jennova.. It was so similar to her birth-name, Jennora.. But he never had to change his name. Nobody recognized him without his blue hair, he liked brown hair, natural colors.

Jennova flicked her tongue on the roof of her mouth as she thought of something, she didn't understand. It was something more personal then anything, usually she was the one always talking, always flirting. Flashing a smile to this young man to that one, but there was something her mother had said once about where those legends really came from. She just couldn't quite figure out where. So of course she believed this young man was the legend from the stories she read as a child. But there was something about the curse. She was mentally beating herself up for not knowing what it was. Something caught her by surprise, out of the corner of her eye something shining on the docks. It was a necklace, she picked it up on her way back to the ship and ran it over in her hands, it was a locket, in the shape of a heart, like something a mother would give a child. She loved it, secretly of course. As she walked up back to the ship she thought of where the necklace could have come from.

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Anita listened as Ron made his introduction to the crew. It would appear this reckless, well-dressed young man was the captain. He was not what Anita had expected the infamous Captain Ron Hingsty to look like, but she knew from a lifetime of observation that looks could be deceiving. The darkness in his tone when he dared anyone who doubted his identity to leave made it clear that in all actuality leaving was not an option. She did not have to be told twice to follow orders. She slung her fiddle case over her shoulder and quickly boarded the ship. She went to stand by the railing, not quite sure what to do for the moment. She watched as the others boarded the ship, and waited to receive any orders, or to play a song of departure if one was called for.

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"I guess you need a Master Gunner." Said Roland as he walked toward the Ship. "My name Is Roland Panda Benny Fry Tucker, most call me Panda or Roland. I am an Expert in Weapons and repairing, so, Whom here has Rum?" Roland sat down with a bottle of Rum and his Prized Item, the Panda. He started to tinker with it. "So, who are all of you?"

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Roland got Very bored, and he Almost never gets bored. So he looked around and found a book, Titled The Kraken, so He skimmed the books first pages and got Interested. It was about a Young man and his brother, both fishers whom where poor, In the same time a Bounty for a Sea monster was Warranted. The Bounty? About the amount you would find in a lost golden chest. So the Brothers started for the Monster Known as the Kraken, a giant Squid that sank whole ships, eating the Crew and Taking all the loot to the bottom of the Sea. 3 days past and the brothers where lost out in the sea. The one brother, lets call him Jake and the other Blake, said they would never find the Monster. Blake started to wonder if I was a real Monster or just myth. Until that night. . .

Blake woke up to the sound of loud water splashes. He then saw the Kraken, A huge Squid with its Tentacles grabbing the boat. Jake woke up and was Terrified by the sight. He then tossed a Lantern at the Beast. The Monster grabbed Jake and Drowned him, Blake was Angry, and sad at the same time. Blake grabbed a fishing pole and swigged the hook on the Monster's eye. He pulled. . . and the Kraken Bleed to death. Blake Returned to his home town with the Monsters eye and Claimed the Reward, Only to put all the money in a Chest and sink it to the bottom of the Sea with his Brother and the Monster.

"Well, that was a good book. . . . . . how is everyone doing?" Roland put away the book

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Seeing as everyone is lost on what is going on. Let's just say that everyone is on the ship now and we set sail. Okay I will take it from here. OKAY, the only part is that either you believe I am Cap'n Ron or not. You pick. We are in the ocean now. And everyone is now attending their duties on the ship. NOW NO MORE BEING CONFUSED. Get to know your crew mates. as of right now, Ron is in his Cap'n chambers.

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The beginning of the journey found Mortimer exactly where he wanted to be; stationed at the helm with his two bags piled together beside him. Of course he could have tucked them away in the crew's sleeping quarters down below, but he trusted his new crew-mates as far as he could throw them which, he reasoned, was not at all. This, though, the feeling of the wooden wheel beneath his calloused hands, the distinct scent of salty air brought on by a steady breeze, this was familiar, almost comforting if he forgot where exactly he was and the ominous feeling lingering over every plank and every board of the ship.

In the end, he'd reluctantly made his way up the gangplank, following behind the real pirates at the beckoning of their apparent captain. He was just a boy, really, dressed to the nines in an elaborate costume, and going by the name of the demonic pirate captain that haunted the dreams of all who heard his legend. Logically, Mortimer should have been convinced that this was all a sham, a boy from a wealthy family running off to play pirate, taking up the name of Ron Hingsty to boost his own credentials. Then again, logically deeds don't force innkeepers to claw at their eyes and people who fall off crows nests don't make it and certainly don't land on their feet with nary a break or sprain to show from it. Still, in the end, it wasn't as if Mortimer had a choice. It was starve to death as a homeless scoundrel at the port, perhaps lingering a few years on whatever he managed to scrape together, or join a ship that was either headed by the most infamous pirate of all times or a spoilt boy who would hopefully keep them alive. That, in the end, was the driving force for him to climb onto the ship with the others. This wasn't what he wanted, but it was a necessity.

The Frenchman hadn't participated in the getting to know you conversation, instead finding his way to the helm and prepared to set sail as other bustled about, either going about their duties or familiarizing themselves with their new home. This part would be easy, brilliant navigator or not. He knew from stories and his own experiences the waters surrounding the port like the back of his hand, every hidden rock avoided without a second glance, the boat carried by both the wind and a current pulling them out to sea. The gulls were calling overhead, their tune adding to the soft background noise of the sloshing waves and the natural noises of a ship sailing out to sea.

Then, the strains of some melody he'd never heard before began, the fiddle music intertwining with the natural melody of the ocean in such a way that Mortimer was reminded why musicians were so well-liked on ships. His boot-clad foot tapped to the tempo, a little tick of his developed after hearing performances both in grand halls and in private recitals while growing up in France. Mortimer spun the wheel idly with one hand, the other pulling his compass out of his shirt to allow it to guide him until the port was far behind them and they were officially out at sea, surrounded by blue ocean waters. He hadn't gotten his orders yet, no destination to speak of, but away seemed like a very good idea indeed.

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(OOC: This first part is just Andrew's reaction to everything that'd happened previously.. not really meant to be replied to it's just for FUN and amusement!, just helped me keep myself on track.. I had this half written before Ville did the timeskip lol)

Everyone had hustled and bustled their way onto the ship thanks to Ron. Andrew had been at the main end of the line, having questioned whether to challenge the suggested threat towards those who chose to leave. He wasn't exactly reckless, but he also wasn't one who very well liked to be told what he was and wasn't going to do. He noticed everyone conversing, a few people seemed to be on some sort of hallucinatory drugs, because one or two of the crew seemed so utterly lost that they'd probably mistook the ship for a nanny service. Rubbing his temples, Andrew stared out into the ocean, another cigarette in his hand. It wasn't exactly an odd sight to see a pirate smoke, but the real question at hand was where did he keep them all?

He'd noticed that one of the women (Jenn) was getting overly friendly with one of the other males (Loct), whom if he remembered correctly, introduced himself as the ship's cook. Well looks like she's getting off to a rather raunchy start. Andrew thought to himself bitterly. This is why women shouldn't be allowed in a pirate crew. Unprofessional and their intentions are blatantly obvious. I could almost throw myself overboard.. He couldn't understand it. Why was he putting up with these shenanigans? Why did he even board the ship? He couldn't so much as answer a single one of these questions as much as it annoyed him to accept it. However, Andrew realized it was far too late to dwell on the thoughts. Should've, Could've, and would've got left behind as soon as he boarded the ship. He just had to do what he did best; help people whenever they became injured. He took a long draw off the cigarette he'd been smoking as he looked around the deck. At least the cook didn't respond to the wench. He thought in what he believed to be more positive thinking. Ah, a silver lining already. We're not all complete idiots.. he mused to himself, letting out the puff of smoke.

--( From here down is Andrew's CURRENT activity.. What you can actually respond to!)--


He'd thought about bringing up the women, but he decided against it. He wouldn't make it a big deal unless one of them attempted to get on his nerves or got in the way. His visible brown eye noticed that everyone had gotten to their daily duties already while he was in deep concentration on his own thoughts so he smirked to himself, shaking his head. Your mental rants will get you killed..

He decided to look for his work quarters, starting to roam the ship. He went down to the lower deck and opening the first door he noticed.It wasn't the infirmary, but he'd found the sleeping quarters. It was a bit of useful information nonetheless. At least he knew where he'd be sleeping now. He closed the door, heading past them and opening yet another door. This time he'd located what he was looking for, a content sigh passing through his throat. Ah. This looks about right. He smiled warmly, though no one was around to take in the rare moment. He felt at home for a moment, allowing himself to enjoy a sense of harmony before he began to take notes. He had to become familiar with the room, it's contents. He'd have to take stock and figure out what supplies he'd need for when they finally dock again. Andrew noticed that the room contained a decently sized metal table, a few stools, and random bits and bobs here and there. Not bad, at least for now that is. I'll see the damage once I unpack all these dusty boxes.. I wonder what I've truly got to work with here.. When are we going to get the chance to buy supplies? It had the essentials a doctor would need to work with.. but he assumed it would need work considering if this kid truly was the Ron Hingsty, and he truly could not die. If that was the case then Andrew assumed his medicine cabinet would be severely out of date. He began arranging the room to his own liking, getting everything in order and honestly cleaning the room up. For an infirmary it is too unsanitary in here.. He sighed and picked up a convenient bucket laying in the floor and decided to gather up some sea water. The fresh water on the ship was far too precious. Back to the top I suppose.. Andrew thought rolling his eyes.

He made his way begrudgingly back onto the deck, but only for a short amount of time. It was long enough to tie a rope in a knot around the bucket, drop it over the side of the ship, and scoop up some water. He pulled it back up carefully, he didn't want to spill too much. A second trip would be comparable to torture. He came to the conclusion that once he sanitized his office he'd spend the majority of his time there, avoiding the women and ignorant members of the crew as much as possible. Occassionally he would socialize with the more mature and intelligent members, when absolutely necessary. Otherwise he would only retreat from his sanctuary to the sleeping quarters once the day was over. Socialization.. he wasn't looking forward to it, and he hoped the others were aware. Speaking of which, Andrew noticed two crew members in particular talking, only dampening his mood more. Here I thought there would be at least one fellow sensible man. He thought in disappointment, noticing one of the women (Anita) was in conversation with the Frenchmen from earlier.. (Mortimer). Looks like everyone is growing to accept this calamity. If it was up to me, they'd all get thrown overboard.. He shook his head, preparing to escape the main deck and return to the Infirmary before someone decided to do something dreadful, like attempt to converse with him! His expression was cold when he thought about the women, but it was hard to tell the difference, only Mortimer and Loct, if they had been paying attention, might have seen his expression previous to the female's arrival. As far as the rest of the crew knew, Andrew always kept a sour, menacing expression.

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(Haha, I believe that Anita shall 'do something dreadful' to Andrew while she waits for Mortimer to respond.)
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Anita averted her attention from Mortimer for a second and looked around the deck. Her eyes caught one man in particular (Andrew), and she watched him as he went to the side of the ship and retrieved a bucket of sea water from the waves below. A cold look of displeasure was clearly written upon his face. In fact, she could not recall having ever seen him with an expression that was not similar. Unaware that she was part of his problem, she tried to be friendly and ask him about it.
"Hey there. I did not know that fetching water was such a terrible task. It is too beautiful of a day to have such a look on your face." She gave him a warm smile.

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Ron had got utterly bored and came out of his Cabbin lot. His eyes landed on the first person he saw, Jennovan. He saw her flirting about for the first moment he spotted her get on the ship. No need for that, he needed crew members not hookers. Boredly he walked up to her and pulled her close to his chest by her hair, his face bent down near hers, his lips at her ear as he whispered softly
"Forgive my boredom."


She screamed for him to let go, but his eyes looked at her seducingly. Her screams gave him pleasure, and the moment he noticed the crew running up to see what was going on. Her brother Jason came up to yell at Ron. Ron could only stare feeling the thrill in this all together. His eyes locked with Jason's as he pulled up his sword and slid it across his sisters throat. Bit's of blood got on his face, but it didn't bother him. The boy they thought was a kid, at this point looked nothing like one.

He let her body drop at his feet and Jason went at Ron in fury and tears with a small knife.
"How dare you! I will kill you."


Ron laughed and dodged the strikes, he seemed to be enjoying this more than he could let on. When Ron stopped he looked the boy dead on as he thrust out a new strik to Ron. Ron taking him by the wrist he pulled him close making him drop the knife with just a squeeze and a twist.
"You are boring me."
and just like that he twisted the kids neck and thud went his body on the ship floor.


"Now time to look for replacements"
He dusted his hands off and headed back to his Cap'ns room, just as he cleaned his sword off from the blood. A please look on his face was made.