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Marie Simon

"Maybe if you're lucky I'll let you buy me a drink."

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a character in “Mysteries of the Sea”, as played by Tonks

Description

Full Name: " Mad"Marie Simon
Age: 23
Gender: female
Appearance (Photo -NO ANIME/MANGA & Description):Image
Skills:
Using swords of any form
Pickpocketing
Lying well
Out drinking any man.
Likes:
Rum
The ship running smoothly
Gold
A good plundering
Dislikes:
A disrespectful crew
Getting cheated
Losing a bet
Fears:
People finding out about her daughter
Reputation: Marie is as tough as they come, and a little crazy on top of it. But that's what you have to be to work in this line of work. She will stab a man for little more than looking at her funny, but when it comes to sleeping with em' she gets around quite a bit.
Bio/History: She was raised on the Thearosa with her mother and her crew, she was one of the few that escaped the ship after it sunk it so once she was old enough she foun one of her mothers treasure stashes and went out looking for more.
Other (extra little details you want to include):
Marie isn't scared of anything, and that can get her in a lot of trouble

So begins...

Marie Simon's Story

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Sitting at the bar Marie listened to some bull shit story a man was telling. She just laughed and turned back to her drink, when a man came over to her and whispered in her ear " How much for a couple of hours?" her eyes widened and she turned to him. " For you?" the man was short, fat and ugly, and when he smiled she saw that he was missing some teeth. She smiles " a few bruises and maybe a finger or two."

He looked at her puzzled "What?" he asked just before getting hit in the head by her mug of rum. Dropping the remains of the mug Marie pulled out two knives, walking towards him with a slightly insane look in her eyes. " I really don't like being called a whore," by now he had backed in to one of the posts holding up the ceiling.

Leaning in her knife at his neck she says " now apologise, give me your money and never come back here and I'll let you live. Other wise.." she digs her knife in drawing a little blood. " you won't be so lucky." the mans hands shaking he gives her his money and runs out of the bar. Smiling she says returning to her spot at the bar says " Sorry bout, that." To the bar keep and buys another drink. Looking around the bar she tries to find a man that she fancyed. Her gaze settling on the man who was telling the story she takes a drink and heads over to him. " bloody brilliant tale you got there." she says smiling. " Mad Marie," She says offering her hand.

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"Bloody brilliant tale you got there," A feminine voice spoke from beside him. "Mad Marie." Oliver turned to the woman slightly bewildered. He glanced over her for a moment before a large grin spread across his face. She wasn't diseased, wrinkled, or crippled, though she wasn't a villager, either. No, she was clearly from a different life, a pirate life, perhaps? If only he would be so lucky, Oliver thought to himself.

"Ildigardo LeFarge," Oliver replied, kissing her hand and kicking a chair beside him back. "Take a seat," He said, pointing his head slightly toward the chair he had pushed out, and continuing to do so to ensure that she really understood just how well timed that line was. "I must say, miss, it's awfully strange to see a woman like you in a place like this," He lied. "The women here are a bit more brutish and a bit less fitly than you, and I should know. Every time I plunder the seas I come back here to this goddamn island, and maybe I always will... I suppose it's just part of my legacy," He lied, again.

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Marie laughed sitting down, " I'm sure it won't be." it was a wonder how easily the lies rolled off this mans tounge. " And I suppose it isn't too odd for a woman like myself to be here. Seeing as I'm on the same business you are," she smiles overly sweetly " get on a crew, have a grand adventure, drink some rum. And maybe, if we're really lucky find pleasure in another's arms." as she finishes she subtly puts her hand on his arm. She thinks back to the cabin boy on her mothers ship and how she had loved him. Shaking away those thoughts she takes another sip of her rum.


After a moment of thought she asks him, leaning forward in what seemed to be an eager way but was acctually the best way to show off one of her.. Best assets. " would you tell another story? Something less sad?" She smiles again showing her wonderfully white teeth.

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Oliver's eyes widened slightly as he looked upon her. His eyes shot down her body for a moment before going back to her face. Her skin was soft, her proportions were better than he usually did, and her dental hygiene impeccable. And that last one was rare as hell. This day really was turning itself around. The woman before him, this Mad Marie, could get anyone in that bar, and yet she chose him. Oliver looked past her slightly, where, in a dirty mirror that hung between two windows on the opposite end of the room he could see his own reflection. His grin grew larger as he stared at himself. This was why. He was amazing at anything he did. And he would make one hell of a pirate.

"A story, you say?" He asked, snapping out of his narcissistic fantasies and turning back to her. "A happy one? Well, that library exceeds for me. I am, after all, the foremost inventor of Sea-Comedy," Oliver said to her, as if she was supposed to know what that was. "I have one tale back from the Hudson Bay, a snowy area, like the north of England only better more," He spoke as he gently put his hand on her back. "I was a young lad then, the strongest in my village. I had muscles like an ox and a head as hard as a Roman Gladiators helm. And the only thing that I cherished then was my pointed, wooden sword..."

Oliver paused as he moved his head slightly closer to hers. "I'd use it to adventure, to chop down my enemies, being at the time overgrown foliage and the sort. Until one day, when I was down by the pier, from the ocean a stirring was. I ran forward to investigate when a tentacle flung out and took grasp of the blade from my very hand!" Oliver cried. He breathed in to continue his tale, which was mainly about his sword getting taken by various animals, including a black bear, a Hell-Squid, a devilish man he suspected to be a leprechaun and a tiger, when he stopped, spotting something out of the corner of his eye. Opposite him, in the window he saw a form, a jaw unmistakable. Mancini, the Italians. Oliver swallowed down hard. If they found him here, the night of his escape, things could go downhill, quickly.

"Hey," Oliver said quickly, grasping Marie's hands. "Maybe you'd like to continue this tale away from here? Do you have a room I could... Stay in perhaps? Quickly? It's only for the night, I've got to helm a ship in the morning."

He raised his neck high again to try and look out the window before facing Marie once more. "Trust me. It's imperative I have refuge for the night."

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Character Portrait: Valorie Talithe Character Portrait: Oliver Maund Character Portrait: Marco McDonald Character Portrait: Winkie Bouchard Character Portrait: James Taylor Character Portrait: Johnny "Flintlock" Fletcher
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The night continued on. The noise dimmed down apart from the occasional outburst. Groups of people huddled together having a good chat, whether boasting about their trips or attempting to score it didn't matter. The mood was just right, it was cosy and joyful. The evening had gone well and Val was impressed. She filled up all the positions she needed and of course had a few lackeys sign up too. By then she must of been on her six mug of ale but she had to keep reminding herself to take it slow. She's on business. The characters that had had the nerve to walk up to her and sign up were a mixed bunch. All seemed like they had a full set of marbles and some extra balls either that or they were good enough to bullshit their way through. She was impressed by most of them but they had yet to earn her respect yet. Setting her legs back on ground as they had started to cramp up from being in the same position for so long, she reached over and scanned the paper:
Drake Springer
Winkie Bouchard
Marie Simon
Johnny Fletcher
Mama Agatha
Marco Mcdonald
Ildigardo LeFarge
Azalea Gordon
James Taylor

Although she suspected that from all the bullshit that had come out of his mouth this evening that she had overheard Ildigardo LeFarge was probably not his real name. She didn't care, she understands that what happened in the past stays in the past and a need for a new life. She was only concerned that his tongue doesn't do any more wagging than need be. By the looks of it though the Marie girl seemed to have taken an interest into him already. No harm in having a little fun especially on a long journey. Mama had disappeared for the most part but seemed to reamerge to feed the Marco fella's ferret. Winkie had vanished as had Johnny in his drunken stupor. The young doctor Azzy had melded into the crowed and the James Taylor who looked a bit of a pompous know it all, but should at least come with some interesting conversations, he had escaped to his room. There were a bout a two dozen other names on the list but they were only hired as more bodies to keep the ship in mint condition and to man the cannons. From her education back with her old Captain she could tell the type of person from their handwriting. From Johnny's rough scrawl to Jame's professional loops these were two men that got to down to business. Draining the last of her ale she stood up and made her regal march past the bar which she tipped her hat to the tender and flung him a few coins which he caught expertly. The others didn't notice her slip through the crowd but she eyed them off as she passed. She thought to herself as she made her way down the docks. This should make a very interesting adventure.

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"So who are you running from?" Marie asked after a kiss on the dark night streets. "The British?" She asked. "Ooh, maybe the Spaniards."

Oliver chuckled slightly as she pulled him closer. "It's alright you can tell me, I'm not going to rat you out. What good is a pirate who is a rat anyway?"

Oliver paused slightly at the words, his smile disappearing for a moment. What good was a pirate who was a rat? And that was, to an extent, what he was. He sure as hell wasn't going to find a pirate named rodent, or weasel, or rat on that Captain Val's ship. Oliver shook the thoughts from his head before focusing back on Marie in the darkness. "Let's put it this way... When you sink half the British Fleet with a flintlock and some rum they won't won't go after you," He lied. "Also... I may of accidentally stolen various things I was meant to smuggle and now Italian, English, Scottish, German, French, Spanish, and Polish crimelords are after me but that whole situations sort of a side note."

He glanced into the darkness of the alley once more. Who was that man who ran passed? He hadn't gotten a good look since he was being kissed by perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever gotten lucky with. And, as per usual, his fear made him not enjoy it. "Let's go... I don't want to stick around for what haunts me. Tomorrow will be good. I'll be off... You mentioned you signed onto a ship as well?" He asked, remembering Captain Walker and his awful recruitment stand. "Maybe we'll see each other on the high seas after tonight... I certainly hope we do..."

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"Oh no, please, you're beautiful. I'd much enjoy replicating that," Oliver replied, a killer line. "I mean, not to get too poncy about things, and especially 'bout things you hear every night of the week, but you really are a fine lass."

As Marie stopped walking outside what Oliver could only assume was her place of residence he took her hands in his. "I know this is all sudden and all but it's me last night on dry land," He whispered. "I've lost... So much. Things I've loved, things I needed... O' poor Annabelle, I think..." He looked away for a moment, before turning back to her eyes. "I don't want to lose this moment," He finished at last, leaning in and and giving her a long kiss, accolading himself nonstop in his mind...

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"Well now, I'm a young lad, you're a fit lady," Oliver said as he grabbed her by the waste. "Good as any way to spend the last hours with terra beneath our feet." And with that he shoved open the door to the building and carried her inside, making sure to slam it shut behind him...

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Oliver opened an eye lazily at the sound of a rooster's song. The sun's light shun onto his face brightly and he blindly fell off the side of the bed and onto the ground. Grabbing a hold of his banged head he carefully stood, and then slammed it again on the wooden planks of the ceiling. "Come on!" Oliver whispered harshly to himself as he rubbed the second hit with his other hand. He wasn't sure when he was supposed to get to Captain Val's ship but he had a feeling that there was a possibility that he maybe could be late. Oliver quickly sorted his clothing from the floor and half dressed himself before heading to the stairway. "Right, ta ta for now!" He called to Marie's form still laying in the bed. Without waiting for a response he quickly ran down the stairs, looking forward to his new life already...

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Marie rolled out of bed letting out a content sigh. Standing she dresses herself and gathers a few prized possessions. Thankful that the man, what was his name again? She thinks, hadn't been very clingy she walks down stairs and out the door her sword on her hip and ready for adventure.

Once on the docks it was easy for Marie to find the Deadly Dame. Walking aboard she goes straight to the captain, " morning ma'm." She says, " anything in particular that needs seeing to before I start my rounds?" dispite her history with being on a ship Marie was happy to be back on, and in a position of power too.

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Shortly following Mr Bull as she now referred to LeFarge Marie came ambling along. She had a certain glow about her and since Val wasn't a stranger to those certain nights she knew Marie had spent the night in someone's arms. She wouldn't have been surprised if had been Mr Bull. Confidently she strolls up to Val,
"Morning Ma'am, anything in particular that needs seeing to before I start my rounds?"
"Well first mate Marie I'd appreciate it if you get acquainted with the ship but otha then tha just hang about for a bit till the rest of the crew arrive then I shall address ya all." She nods and indicates to go aboard.
Marie strives forwards and as she passes Pompey gives a little sneeze.
"Yeah m'dear you know what she's been up too."
A few more lackeys stroll on and get themselves settled in. Most people don't have much but the clothes on their backs and maybe a few possessions. The sun had risen a bit higher and Val had started tapping her foot out of impatience. They still had time and besides it's not like she would sail away without most of her crew that defeated the point, but still she expected them to heed her words.

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Marie walks about the ship, it was a real beaut. Everything was in good order and clean, Marie smiles, this ship was going to practically run itself. After checking every place she could besides the helm, that's exactly where she goes. Once there she says in her most authoritative voice she could muster " Master LeFarge, how does the helm look? Everything meeting your standards?" she let's a small smirk grace her lips. It was her way of saying well now we have to deal with each other.

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Ignore this I made a mistake.

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Mama was looking rather splendid today, despite the wicked facial scar and the strange cut of her hair. With that lifted jaw and those handsome lush black furs wreathed about her strong shoulders, the finest furs to be exact, even by noble standards. She was a sight indeed. Her usual outfit of bandages and shorts had been temporarily covered by a sharp dark mahogany duster coat that billowed about her feet. A weathered tri-corn was jauntily squared away atop her head, boasting a macaw feather that had seen better days. Fancy indeed. That was until she stepped from plank to deck and her furs rose up, exposing a wide pink mouth as they yawned and gave a stretch. Huh. It seemed the cook had managed to make an accessory out of her sleeping bushy-tailed Lemur. Unlike the weasel before it, it simply wound its thin lemur fingers into Mama's hair as it sat itself upright on her shoulder, gazing down solemnly at Pompey with its great golden eyes. This handsome beast was truly Mama's finest possession. The only other things she seemed to have on her was a travelers rummage sack, and a roll of sturdy canvas, in which she likely kept her cooking knives.

The very moment Mama had politely removed her hat to the captain, that lush black beastie would begin grooming her head with a re-awoken vigor, causing flat out discord to take over what little order her hair had at all. Lovely. But Mama didn't seem to mind enough to scold the beast. She was on a mission, and unless stopped, she would be below decks herself. Once in the gloom that Lemur would take off, nosing into every door it could get open and just observing, like a scout, as she made her way towards the stern to where the Galley was sure to be located. In passing she would notice Marie, the girl that had wandered off with the story teller the night before, and was that...Her weasel friend? Complete with human escort of course. She would pause to look over the man, taking advantage of the fact that his attention was occupied.

Once her study was complete, she'd lick her wind-chapped lips and move onwards, skirting past the two in silence as she padded off after that snuffling lemur. He seemed to know the way.

There was inventory to be taken, she could only assume that Val had stocked up on the essentials, or at least that there was enough inventory to get them to another docking point... Once in the galley she would make herself right at home, tossing aside her duster, hat and rummage sack. The entire place and its ware would be surveyed quickly by Mama before she kicked off her boots and slouched against the door frame, attention wandering back to the conversation of Marie and the weasel keeper. It wasn't long before Mama, in only her shorts and bandages this time, passed by Marie and Marco to reach the upper deck, seeking Val to inquire about inventory.

"It'd be helpful to know what I'm workin' with, food wise, an 'ow many mouths 'v got ta feed."

Of course she had arrived just in time to be joining everyone out on the deck. Lucky her. Left to squirm in this sunlight before she tucked herself back in a merciful shadow, cast by the ship itself.

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Oliver stood, his body slumped forward on the top of the overly large, oak wheel of the ship, his eyes barely open. He was so tired, he'd barely slept a wink last night, and the night's before that he hadn't slept at all. Oliver raised his head slightly and squinted down at the crew. Many people had begun to enter but he couldn't make out their faces, his vision was still blurry. Which may not be good for his steering. With a yawn Oliver shrugged to himself. He'd eyeball it.

Oliver pushed himself off the wheel for a moment to reach down into his large, traveling bag. He had a number of modifications he'd make to the wheel, and most of them were in his bag, but now was not the time, he thought as he pulled out a long, straw boaters hat and placed it downward on his face to conceal his closed or closing eyes. Much better, he thought as he resumed his lazy stance on the wheel.

"Master LeFarge, how does the helm look? Everything meeting your standards?" A feminine voice spoke. To Oliver it sounded like to was from a distance away and so he just kept on laying on the wheel. After a moment of processing the words he realised that they were indeed meant for him, as he was a helmsman now, and his name was LeFarge here. Oliver pushed himself off the wheel and stood to attention. "It's looking wild, my lady," He said as he rubbed his eyes clear. Standing before him was Marie, the lass from the night before.

Oliver gave a large grin. "Look at this, would ya? You really are a high aimer, eh?" He rested his elbow on the wheel and began to lean to the side. "So what are you doing here? Are you a deckhand? Cook? Barmaid? This thing is small but I've seen smaller with a bar on it and all, you know?"

Oliver looked at her with a shrug. "I don't know, what else is there? Maid? Some sort of pirate-administrative assistant?"

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Oliver's smile disappeared. "Wait... You're my commanding officer?" He asked in disbelief. "But that's... you're the girl I slept with from the bar, a first mate is... respectable? I don't," He was cut off by the Captain giving her orders.

"Right," Oliver muttered, still slightly confused as he stretched up straight and cracked his spine. He reached out and grabbed hold of the wheel, wanting to appear as useful as everyone else who was running about, ready for a journey in self-discovery...

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"That's what I said!" Oliver called to the strange man who disbelieved Marie's position. In truth he couldn't believe it himself. Oliver made some sort of face at the idea before moving toward his bag. From inside it he pulled out various object, a redwood folding chair, which he quickly positioned on the helm, and a massive umbrella, that he tied to the chair's side. He eyeballed it's position and adjusted it perfectly, so he could sail while reclined and still raise and have enough room to move it about. From the far side of the deck he grabbed a barrel and placed it beside the wheel. Atop it he put his compass. "Right," He muttered, standing proudly at his work. "Just one thing missing."

Oliver hurriedly made his way down onto the deck and then into the hull entrance. "Excuse me!" He called through the commotion of the minor crew. "Listen, I'm the Dame's helmsman and I've found meself in a spot of bother. Does anyone have a quilt for my chair?" He called out. "It's important."

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Everything was settling in well. The folks on her ship had taken to her orders quickly and compliantly. She noticed that just as the gangplank was being pulled up the young cabin girl ducked in escaping down in the direction of the kitchen. Just as she was making her rounds James had approached her.
"The chartroom is in good order," he informed. "I suppose I can inspect the rest of the ship later."
Val raised her eyebrow but he continued on,
"Is there any particular station a first mate needs to take for departure?" Before she even had a chance to open her mouth Marie came storming up.
"Excuse me, but that is my title your using. I'm the first mate of this ship." she basically growled, "and any other man who says otherwise is either mad or looking to be stabbed."
A little taken back Jame's face turned steely as Marie bombarded him.
"You, first mate? When I signed up for this position, I was unaware it was already filled."
They were getting dangerously close to each other and Val could feel how tense it was going. But what was amusing is that both were getting riled up right in front of her like she wasn't even there. She cleared her throat attempting to get their attention. As they turned towards her she was surprised how she could see the clear emotion of frustration present on both and how it may easily be transferred to her. But she should have expected this when she hadn't clarified either of their positions. But this was also part of her judgment of their characters and it was already clear that Marie had a stern attitude and she appreciated that. She was slightly disappointed in James response especially since Val was captain.
"I apologise. I should have made it clear to both of you. I was hoping to get to talk to you both before you assumed roles but I see I'm a bit late for that. Although seeing that you both assume that you are first mate I'm going to have to disappoint one of you." she glanced between the two and let it sink in that she wasn't amused by this behaviour. "in this circumstance I'm afraid that Master Taylor ye be best fitted in the chartroom and due to your obvious education I have some things I would like to discuss with you." She felt the air bristle, "First Mate Marie I would appreciate it if you would go check on everyone and I believe that the cabin girl has just arrived and made her way to the kitchen, please go see that she has some jobs to do. And you Master Taylor before your wounded pride gets the better of you retire yourself to the chartroom and await for my return, I still have some other matters to attend to."
With that she marched off and left the two staring each other down.

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Marco never even moved when he heard the girl's voice, but he could instantly tell that she was his commanding officer. Nobody ever dared to ask him for supplies or what his liking was unless they could do something about it. What he say when he gave her a glance was almost shocking: It was that slutty wench that was going at it with the bullshitting helmsman! Marco groaned inwardly. This would make his job a hell of a lot tougher, cause with her being his commanding officer, he would have to be nice and call her by the name that he thought a little more appropriate.

"My liking? Yes, I guess so." He turned his attention back to the cannons as he went from one to the other. He hadn't even checked the other side yet, and these ones were looking fantastic. "As for supplies, nay. I got me toolkit, all the black powder for a year, and a few weapons to dismantle if I need parts. I think I'll be good for now, miss." He would have to watch out for her, whom he new was calling in his mind the First Mate wench until he learned otherwise that she was either batshit crazy or actually a decent person. What would make it worse is if he started drinking with her around, and that might lead to problems if she kept up the history that Marco knew of her. He sighed inwardly, knowing that for once, he would actually have to pay attention and follow rules. For now.

"Thank ye for the concern though." With that, he turned his full attention back to his cannons. Until he could hear that bullshitter - he really should find out their names... - yelling about needing a quilt, and it being important. He nearly started laughing right then and there about how ridiculous the man was sounding. How can any pirate, nay any honest man, say that without sounding like a complete ass? Does he really think that getting a quilt for himself will help him steer or something?

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Johnny had been simply leaning against the main mast watching the crew. He mainly had been trying to spot ones that would give him the most trouble. So far, he hadn't spotted anyone too bad. The Captain started speaking which made Johnny give her his full attention. About halfway through the speech he started to smile. From the way she was talking, it sounded like she had a specific goal in mind for this voyage. Johnny loved it when his crew had some sort of goal to drive after instead of just sailing about and looking for ships to plunder. It gave everyone a large moral boost and the sense that they were a part of something greater than themselves. It would also make his work a lot easier seeing as a happy crew usually meant an increase in productivity, meaning he wouldn't have to whip as many people. He honestly didn't like doling out punishment to a crew, he just wasn't that sort of person. He did understand it was necessary and he wouldn't pull lashes just because he didn't enjoy causing people pain. He had run into too many pirates who were pirates because they liked to hurt people or kill them. Him? He was in it for the freedom, pure and simple. The freedom to sail the sea and go wherever the wind may take them. He knew it sounded like a boys dream, but it was true.

It seemed the crew started to get to work after Captain Val's speech, and the ship was beginning to get going. Then, apparently, two sprats started arguing between each other on who was the first mate. The girl was a loud mouth and was quick to draw blood as ever he saw a woman. That usually meant she was very insecure and felt that light comments made by people were harsh judgments. It also meant she didn't take any shit from anyone, which was good. The man spoke politely and calmly to the girl. He could tell from his manner of speech and clothes that he was a high born and used to being at a high station because he believed he had a right to it. It just sounded like he fancied himself superior to anyone he came in contact with, it was rather sickening. Though, since he obviously came from a higher vine in society, it also meant he was probably a learned man an could offer much wisdom to the crew. Oddly enough, the Captain had pointed out that it was the young girl who was the first mate, to Johnny's disappointment. The man seemed to sulk away at the realization that he was the Navigator. He wondered if he knew that technically made him Second Mate. He probably would have reacted the same way even if he did know. The two seemed to have already stirred up some trouble between them, a vendetta might have been forged this day.....or not. Either way, it wasn't Johnny's problem until one of them acted on it. Johnny decided to find his place of sleep on board the vessel. The Quartermaster was usually put away from the others, so they wouldn't do unspeakable things to the man who whipped them, though it wasn't always so.

Johnny walked his way towards the Captains quarters and found a door on the right side of a hallway that was right next to the captains quarters. He opened the door and inside was a fairly small room with a large hammock hanging from the ceiling and two pieces of other furniture. Johnny simply smiled. It was perfect, how he had missed sleeping in a hammock. He placed his bag down and pulled out his Cat O'Nine Tails whip and ribbed flog. He strapped them to his belt so the crew would immediately be able to tell his rank. He then left his cabin and walked onto the main deck again. He looked over and noticed four men hanging around the mooring, it seemed like they were pretending to work, but just talking. Johnny put on his QM face and marched over to them When he got close, he spoke. "You there! What are you four doing?" The four stopped at looked at each other. They seemed to realize who he was and one of them stepped forward. "We were just making sure that the mooring was secure......." Johnny just glared at them. "It doesn't take four men 5 minutes to do that. It takes one man seconds. I want you four to grab buckets and scrub brushes and start swabbing the deck. If this deck isn't on it's way to immaculate by the time I get back, ye'll be flogged! Am I understood?!" The men seemed to stand at attention and all simultaneously called out. "Aye aye, sir!" The four then ran below deck to retrieve their cleaning items. Johnny watched them go, then started to walk about the deck more, making sure everyone's hands were busy.

He noticed the cannons that were just sitting on deck and he realized he had to assign men to the Master Gunner so he could train them on how to use them. He stood near the bow of the ship and folded his hands behind his back, standing fully erect, revealing his daunting size. "I need 12 men with at least a basic knowledge of cannons and or gun powder!" He called out to the crew. Some hurried to wards him, most sort of stood around looking at each other. "NOW!" Johnny yelled out and the men quickened their pace. Soon enough, twelve men stood before him. "You men will be powder monkeys! You will serve under the direct command of the Master Gunner. Now follow me." The men nodded and followed him below deck. Soon enough he was at the powder room. Inside he could see a man meticulously going over the supplies, obviously the Master Gunner, and their illustrious first mate. He entered, instructing the men to stay outside. He spoke to the man. "You the Master Gunner? I'm Johnny Flintlock Fletcher, the Quartermaster. Ive got 12 powder monkeys for your direct command. Men!" he called for them signaling to gather in the room. "Get them ready for target practice later this day once we reach open water. Any problems with them, just come get me." He said to the Master Gunner quickly and professionally. Johnny then turned to the first mat, he believed her name was Marie. "First Mate Marie, I'd like to speak with you outside." He said with no particular expression his face.

Once they were alone in the hallway he looked down to her. "I'm going to start my rounds on the lower decks and check up on the galley, cabins and other places to see what needs more of what. I need you to go up top and keep order on the main deck and make sure everyone is busy. Also, there a couple of scallywags that I caught slacking off and are swabbing the deck at this moment. Keep an eye on them and make sure to be as harsh as you please on them. And of course, if anyone steps out of line, just get me and I'll deal with them. OK?" he said very business like and straight forward to the young women. He wasn't disrespectful or demanding of her, he just informed her of what he needed her to do. It was odd telling someone who probably at least 10 years younger than himself these things. He felt old, though he didn't look it.

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"You the Master Gunner? I'm Johnny Flintlock Fletcher, the Quartermaster," A voice said. Oliver turned to see a man approach, who he cleverly deduced to be Johnny Flintlock Fletcher, the Quartermaster.

"Ah, glad you're here, we've been having a bit of a crisis," Oliver began, ready to inform the man of his quilt situation.

"I've got 12 powder monkeys for your direct command," Fletcher said, walking directly passed Oliver. "Men!" he called for them signaling to gather in the room. "Get them ready for target practice later this day once we reach open water. Any problems with them, just come get me." He said as he turned away from the Master Gunner.

"Right, now that that's taken care of me quilt shortage should be brought into issue," Oliver spoke as the Quartermaster walked directly passed him again and to Marie.

"First Mate Marie, I'd like to speak with you outside." He said, the two quickly exiting the scene. Oliver looked at them in disbelief before turning to the Master Gunner. "Argh. Mate," He said while pushing past the gunmen that had assembled, trying his best not to sound like a colonial smuggler and a lot more like a pirate. "My name be'eth Ildegardo LeFarge," He said, extending his hand to the man. "I realize you're obviously most busy with your... Gun powder, and your aiming techniques and what not, but I've found myself in a spot of bother. An issue has arisen, one that may very well prevent us from ever exiting this dock. A quilt issue."