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Valorie Talithe

My ship. My rules. So go suck it.

0 · 293 views · located in Glendamn Bay

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

Description

Full Name: Valorie Talithe

Age: 26

Gender: Female

Appearance (Photo -NO ANIME/MANGA & Description): Image

Skills: She is an all-rounder in nearly everything; from tying ropes to firing a cannon, from cooking to navigating the charts. She can do everything that is required to run a ship. But of course why do everything when you can get a specialist to do it for you? Her true talent lies not only in her swashbuckling skills but as a strategical leader. People despite her personality will follow her to the ends of the earth.

Position: Captain

Likes: Loves the salty smell of the sea and being out on her ship in the wide open ocean. She loves watching the seagulls flying in the sunset although she would never be caught dead doing that by her crew mates. Has a fascination with history and riddles (that's why she feels so strongly about finding this key.) She also appreciates a good, deep conversation.

Dislikes: Cowards. She has no qualms about thrusting a sword straight through you if you abandon your post or betray her out of fear. Greed. Money comes with the job but if it gets to y'er head then ye can find your self off the side of the boat. The misuse of 'The Code'. The Code is your life disobey that and you my find yourself short of a limb. She is not afraid to shoot you point blank either because as soon as you break The Code consider yourself as insignificant as rat shit. Honour is a very important aspect of being a pirate. Backstabbing is the lowest of the low among with cowards. She also hates it when people who talk back and question her authority. Be wary when entering a game of poker with Val. She will rob you blind before your cards even hit the deck.

Fears: Not that she would dare show it but she is spooked out by superstitions. She will never step on a ship with her left foot first. She even has a cat. She would never sail without her Siamese cat Pompey otherwise it would bring very bad luck on their travels.

Personality: Never takes no for an answer. She is quite loud and can be at times harsh with her words. In her serious moments she becomes cold and distant, definitely not the time to cross her unless you are looking for a sword at your throat. She isn't one for niceties and usually gets straight to the point. Don't try to flirt or be cheeky or you could find your tongue pinned to the main mast. She likes to joke but don't try to joke with her she doesn't like it. It shows that you are her equal and you are not! If you do manage to please her which is difficult she loves having serious discussions.

Reputation: Everyone knows of Valorie. Good or bad everyone knows the rumours. They say she is ageless that she steals the hearts of men and while in bed robs them of their life. They say she's not human but a she-daemon, come from Davy Jones Locker to seek revenge on the man who broke her heart. On the other side they whisper that she has been blessed by the Sea God himself. Whatever you hear know that no-one really knows the truth. No-one has every really seen her. Around the bar the bold start to say that this 'Valorie' is just an old wives tale. But she has started to stir. It's time to brave the rumours and join her crew or cower behind layers of rumour.

Bio/History: She revels in these rumours. It makes her untouchable. When they see her ship they let her plunder it in fear of something worse. But how did she gain such an infamous reputation? As a child she was part of a well off family living in a coastal town. But at about six pirates came and plundered her town. Raped the women stole the children and killed the men. Most of the children didn't survive the brutality but she was lucky (or unlucky in some cases) to have been in the house where the captain himself came and killed both her parents and stole her has his own. He kept her locked away in his private quarters, away from his blood thirsty crew members. Outside he would boast the beauty she was blossoming into and that he was hers 'if ya know whut ay mean.' But in reality he was teaching her. He taught her the histories; about the rise and fall of Rome and the Gods that the Greeks believed in. He showed her how to run a ship, the skills she needed. In truth he was a cold heartless man that would kill for no reason but she was his jewel; a prize. Something that he would kill even the most loyal of his crew to protect. She grew to love him although she never did forgive him for killing her parents. By the time she reached her teens she had started coming out on board and taking command. She soon gained a reputation as a sort of a bully and even some of the full grown men started to fear/respect her not only as the captains jewel but as to what she can do. It probably took real weight when she took to bed the cabin boy. A strong lad who was full of male testosterone, he seemed to think he was special or something because Val took a certain interest in him. He began to get bold and one night he started to get too rough. He started beating her, loving how she would scream. This was unacceptable. She went along with it at first but as soon as he fell asleep she took the knife that was lying in her pile of clothes and ever so swiftly sliced his dick clean off. She muffled his screams so that it sounded just like their love-making. She then strapped him to the bed and gagged him. As people started to come on deck they found pinned to the main mast, a severed penis. Still enraged she the paraded him naked around the ship for all to see until tying him to the mast, letting him die. From their the rumours just escalated. In the next couple of years the captain became gravely ill and on his dying bed handed over his ship which he had re-named the Deadly Dame to Valorie. In her grief she was ruthless and her infamous reputation grew. She was nicknamed Malicious Val. However in recent years she let go of her old captains crew and was lying low in her home town which was still in ruins. It was there that she remembered her grandfather telling her about the key and smugglers beach. It was in this time that she realised that this was linked to the old tale that she had heard so many times on her travels. Now 26 she has landed in Glendamn Bay in search of crew members to help her discover the truth to this mystery.

Other: She loves the colour purple. Sorry but there is no getting around that fact. She also got her eye patch from a nasty battle where she almost lost her eye. Now she has a scar that goes from her eyebrow through partial of her eye. It didn't leave her blind just bad eyesight and every so often a smashing headache.

So begins...

Valorie Talithe's Story

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A man had been at the Cock and Bull, sitting in the same seat since the night before. His face had been fully implanted in the cheap wooden table for several hours, surrounded by empty bottles. The bartender would have woken him.....if he didn't know who the man was. Luckily enough, his table was in a far, dark corner where no one gave a passed out pirate too much mind. Soon enough though, the ever increasing sound of the band slowly coaxed the man out of his drunken stupor. His dark, beleaguered eyes fluttered opened. A hard groan escaped the large mans lips. He then hoisted himself up into a sitting position. He blinked several times, trying to gain vision back into his eyes. Soon the scene of the dimly lit tavern came into view. He gave a quick shake to his head to clear of the cobwebs of the heavy grog he had been drinking.

Johnny picked his mug and raised it to his lips. After finding that it did not hold what he desired, he peered into it, just to make sure. He then slammed it down on the table, making the barkeep jump. It seems he had just finished speaking to some woman. Johnny looked directly at the bartender with a cold stare, causing the man to shrink. "Yes, Mr. Fletcher?" He just continued to stare at him, then raised his mug. The bartender looked at him warily. "I think you've had enough, Fletcher. I mean, you've been out for at least 5 hours. Don't you want some water....or some food?" He said to the large man. Johnny then slammed his mug on the table, never breaking eye contact. "I........am in mourning, sir." He then pulled out one of his pistols and slammed it on the table, but left it there, making it clear his intention was not to fire it. The bartender looked at it. "You lost another one, huh? You filled your harness, eh?" Johnny's eyes went from cold, to fiery in an instant, he then stood up and wobbled for a moment, then marched to the bar. "Don't take to me like yo know me. She had earned my respect! I lost her and my entire crew to privateer scum. Now, will you let a man mourn his loss and pour him a drink? I just lost her yesterday." Johnny then slumped down on the bar. The bartender looked around, like he was feeling awkward. "2 days ago." Johnny raised his head from the bar and looked at him. "What?" The bartender leaned down. "Yesterday, you came in here saying you lost yer captain the other day. So, 2 days ago." Johnny looked at him quizzically, then spun around and looked about. "Oh.....well, I'm done then. Get me a glass of water." He said. He then straightened himself out and walked with purpose back to his table. He picked up his pistol and re holstered it in it's newest home. He then sat back down.

A waitress brought him a mug of water and a bowl of gruel. He looked at her and gave a brief smile. "Thank ye, love. This is just what I need." He then took the spoon and began shoveling the gruel in his mouth, almost military style. He then took a very large drink of water. He then sat back and watched the activities of the bar. The band that was playing wasn't half bad and the general feel of the tavern was one of......freedom. Sure there were fights and yelling, but you could tell that the men here were actually happy. They were free and bowed to no man. They were pirates. Johnny couldn't help but smile and finally take a breath from what had happened the past few days. He would need to find a new crew, a new captain. That would take a few days, it would take even longer to find a captain who actually had an agenda that was worth his time.

After a few minutes, he finally noticed a woman in a booth across from him. Her hat was down and she seemed to have a parchment in front of her. As he stared at it longer, he saw that it had writing on it....signatures, peoples names. He then stared at the woman. His impeccable eyes started to take in details about the woman. He then noticed her bandanna....it was purple. Adding up all of her outfit.....it sounded very familiar. I know Ive heard of a woman who dressed like this.....but what was her name? He would remember it later. Just the fact that he believed he might know who this woman was, was enough to sign up for her crew.

Johnny stood up and walked over to her. As he walked over to her, he saw her more clearly and he immediately recognized her. It was Valerie Talithe, Malicious Val. She was hiring a crew......perfect. He then spoke up. "I'd like to join yer crew, Ms.." She raised her head and looked at him. "Why'd ya think ye be worthy for My crew?" Johnny smiled. "Ive served on seven different ships and have been a pirate for 17 years. I know my way around a ship and a crew. There isn't any crew that I can't whip into shape. I'm the best." She looked at him. "Is that so, and what position be you looking for?" Johnny leaned over onto the table. "Quartermaster. I'd be accepting no position less than your second, Captain Val. Ive been a Quartermaster for 10 years on six different ships, only leaving when my cpatain had died. I am loyalty incarnate." He said with the utmost seriousness. She then looked him up and down. "Alrighty then, congratulations Mate I'll see you bright an' early on the docks. I spec you know where my ship be." Johnny smiled and wrote his name on the paper. "The names Johnny, most people call me Flintlock Fletcher. I'll see ya aboard the Deadly Dame Captain." He then walked away.

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The heat of the day was finding Mama in the small kitchen tucked back away from the merriment, right next to the cellar stair. Hot. The windows were as open as they could be, yielding great golden shafts of light to that steamy kitchen. Second pot of beef stew of the day. Third pot of gruel. Those strong arms were stirring, prepping and toiling at no hurried pace. The Tavern sometimes found a hungry mouth or three on the hour, but most came for the booze. Still, despite the sweltering heat of the kitchen, it smelled lovely. Mama somewhat enjoyed working there, she could take a breath, and for once she smelled like more than sweat. She smelled like simple spices...The potatoes needed peeling, but by the third one she was lost in the thought and the rhythm, turning those large, slightly bruised tubers round and round, knicking away the leathery skin to reveal that sickly paleness beneath... Almost looked like the same ill parlor of her own skin.

Her stillness and distractions were just what it took to invite a hopeful gull through one of those great open windows. The blighter hopped from the window straight to one of her counters, catching her attention at last. Mamma was quick to stir, grabbing up a great flat pan and swinging it bodily at the gull as she lunged for it. The lucky bird managed to scuttle out of the way and back out the window with a stale biscuit before Mama launched her second assault. It left her staring out that window at the corner of ocean she could see through all the other buildings. Those building had a way of feeling like bars when you looked at just the right angle.

Agatha would mop at her face with a filthy kitchen rag as she turned, barking at the sleeping black lemur in the corner, "Do ya job, Keep em out" She'd point at the windows where another Gull was weighing the stakes already. And with that she was out the door, nearly knocking a bar maid down on her way through a cramped hall leading to the main bar floor. Once out into the din of the drinking crowd, she had no issues whatsoever. Like Moses parting the damn sea, her path was practically cleared all the way to the lounging captain. If the scars weren't enough, and the missing finger and dead eye didn't get you, and you could peer past the disaster she was, well, there was truly nothing golden about her insides.

It wasn't long before the tall monster-lady was leaning on the table in the Captains booth, fixing her with a murky gray-green eye and a milky white one. Oh, she knew who this was, there was enough gossip amongst the staff anyways. She could have been Willie the Dingy King for all Mama cared. She needed the sea again. The thought of a shadowed galley, sea breezes, and her dear old friend... It was sounding better and better by the moment. The fact that Val was infamous and likely going to be charting dangerous waters and new places..Well, that was just an excellent bonus.

"Name's Mama, 'd like to sign on." Mama would murmur rustily through the din, Leaning in closer over the captains boots.

"Why'd ya think ye be worthy for My crew?"

Straight and to the point was good enough for Mama.
"Kin you smell that wonderful stew in the back? You can question my worthiness all day, but, is yer crew not worthy 'nuff for supper? I kin cook an I kin clean an my hand ne'er shies from work... An if yeh do sign me on, Ill send sommuh'at stew your way, on the house." Mama could fight like a jackal and walk like a shadow, but she really had no intention of either..Just a nice, groaning galley beneath deck and all the cool salty nights she could handle.

Alrighty then, congratulations Mate I'll see you bright an' early on the docks. I spec you know where my ship be.
With that she nods her head, tips her hat back down and you are dismissed.

Mama Rattleback had nothing more, and so, back the the kitchen with her, to whisper of ropes and sails to that coal-black lemur in that hot hot room.

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Marco McDonald had staggered into the tavern not two hours before meeting Malicious Val, and it was all because of confusion.

McDonald was sitting at the bar, at the very end which was entirely unlike him. Normally he was the one leading the songs, attempting to out-drink men and failing - you can't blame the guy for being smaller than most... - and just being the life of the bar. However, Marco sat in the corner, the only seat he had yet to sit in for the entire Pub, and swirled his ale around. He couldn't bring himself to drink it, the whole day had been totally preposterous. The dim lights and the constant yelling and cheering suddenly seemed uninteresting the more he didn't participate. It irked him that so many people could be happy, while he was just confused. What made matters worse was that this was a pub that he frequented, so the barkeep kept staring at him funny.

After being on the 'Black Tide' for six years, which was notoriously known for rarely docking, he thought he could attempt the life he had before with Maria and their two kids. Strange for a pirate to have such morals and goals, but that was his life: he never really meant to be a pirate, it was just an accident, one that he actually didn't regret. If he didn't have a wife and children back home, he probably would stay a pirate, for he loved the cannons. He couldn't keep away from them, and was instantly stationed a cannoneer, if such word existed. Over the next six years, he grew to become the Master Gunner for his final year, and loved every moment of it. Alas, he felt more compelled to live with someone he loved rather than a bunch of oddball hooligans.

Yet when he got home, he found his house deserted, his family gone. He inquired with the neighbors, the vendors, everybody to find where his Maria had run off to. He could only get one answer, one that had haunted him nightly when they were approaching Glendamn Bay: she had run away to the country side with the family and left him behind. He wasn't sure how he should feel, for he knew that he had a history for assuming things. Maybe she just wanted a change of scenery, or in the worst case, man. Marco couldn't understand, so with Weasel Jr. he set off to the only place he could find peace, which was the Pub. Even there didn't help, for he could only down half of his drink in the last two hours before giving up to just stare at it.

"Not feeling today, eh McDonald?" A waitress came over to him, her eyes understanding. While most of them got pretty promiscuous with the customers, and most of them had been with him before his marriage, they all looked at him as a friend and drinking buddy now, so their concern was actually real. She had also heard about Maria before he had gotten back, and even the waitress doubted she was coming back.

"I guess so miss... It's just, how am I supposed to move on with my life when my only reason for staying has disappeared?" He groaned and banged his mug against the bar moderately. She nodded her head, then turned it to a booth across the bar.

"Well, I've been seein' lasses and gents heading over to that both o'er there. Something tells me that lady is hiring." Marco craned his neck to see around the masses to spot the lone pirate in a booth, obviously female. What caught his eyes, however, was the faint glimpse of purple under her hat, which made him puzzle a little. Could she be...? Naw, I heard she was just a myth. And yet... Marco was intrigued now. Maybe that was what he needed, another adventure to get him away from his house, away from his problems. He smirked a little and finally took a swig of his drink after what had been about 30 minutes.

"Hold that thought miss, I'll be back." He stood up and slithered his way through the crowd, dodging around fights and passed out men alike. From a distance, she seemed to be passed out, and yet Marco could tell that she wasn't. When he reached the booth, he could see the parchment paper and instantly smiled quickly. She was hiring, and it was his lucky day. However, when he leaned down on the table, his rich upbringing kicked in before he could stop himself. "Evening Miss. I was wondering if I could join your merry band of pirates." He said, before stopping himself.

She wasn't even fazed, and barely glanced up at him before saying Why'd ya think ye be worthy for My crew? Marco gave a little shrug, relaxing on the other side of the booth. "I'm gifted with a cannon, miss, what can I say. And I'm pretty damn good at fixing weaponry, if ya needed it to be." She seemed to not even care and just keep marching forward with the questions. Is that so, and what position be you looking for? "Master Gunner, miss. Can't say I would be useful anywhere else, but I've been shooting a cannon for 6 years now." Alrighty then, congratulations Mate I'll see you bright an' early on the docks. I spec you know where my ship be. Marco gave a smirk and reached down to sign the paper. "Pleasure to be of service, ma'am. M'name's Marco McDonald, but you may know me as BangMan McDonald, or just Weasel and this is my partner Weasel Jr." His ferret, which had been on his shoulder the entire time, made a sound.

"I shall see you at dawn then ma'am." He smirked and left her presence, scratching Weasel Jr. Finally with a purpose, Bangman McDonald was ready to hit the sea once more. And overcome his fear of drowning.

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Along a rocky green path overlooking the calm, evening waves a wagon lazily ran, pulled by ox and driven by a loosely robed arab man. The man looked out onto the horizon from beyond the rocks of his trail, the orange evening sun dancing on the glistening waves. Suddenly the wagon began to bump as the ox began to move onto the rocks. "Aye, no girl," The man said, grabbing the oxen's rein violently and steering it back on course. In the back of the wagon a man sitting on it's edge bumped around violently at the rocky maneuver. "Jesus Christ, show a little stability," Oliver, the man sitting at the back of the wagon, commented as he gripped the sides of the wagon. "It's the sea, he wants to go out there," The arab said as he struggled with the reins. The Ox soon moved from the rocky ledge back onto the dirt road. "Him and I both," Oliver muttered as he glanced out. He then reached into his pocket and pulled out a small sack.

"Here," Oliver said, reaching forward and dropping the sack beside the arab. "Please, you don't have to pay me to transport you, Oliver," The man muttered. "We know each other better then that."

"This isn't for transporting me," Oliver began as he stood. "This is for the wagon..." From his hip he pulled out a pistol and silently took aim at the man. The arab turned to Oliver calmly. "So this is how it is," He asked with a raised eyebrow. "Get off, take your donkey with you," Oliver said, pointing his gun at the ox. The man detached the ox from the wagon gently and moved it away.

Oliver stepped to the front of the now beastless wagon and picked up the sack he had laid there. "You forgot this," Oliver called, throwing the sack to the man, who caught it easily. Oliver glanced down at the wagon he stood on and then at the man. "Goodbye, my old friend," He whispered, tears in his eyes. He aimed his gun downward at one of the wagon's wheels. He shot it and hit, causing the wagon to suddenly break free from it's grip and begin to roll onto the rocks at a steady rate. It slightly slowed as it reached the edge then dived when it tipped over. The man watched as the wagon, and Oliver crouching atop it, fell over the cliffside.

The man ran forward to the edge of the rocks, and into the sea below where he could see the wood of the wagon crash apart in the waves. Oliver Maund had passed.

***

Oliver walked proudly down the streets of Glendamn Bay. He loved the Spanish, or whatever they were here, and even more so he loved pirates. And this was, most obviously, to some degree, a pirate town, Oliver thought to himself as a couple of corset wearing women in awful makeup winked at him. All around him in the streets he was surrounded by seamen and wavelasses, those who took their freedom in their own hands and went to the sea. Of course they were surrounded by mild mannered farmers and citizens but being wrong was no fun if there wasn't a majority watching who thought they were right. A drunken, pock-marked man spat at him miserably as he past. Oliver gave a wink to the drunk before continuing on. He had always wanted that freedom, that richness of life. As a smuggler he experienced that to a degree, much more so than anyone else his age, he was sure, but he was still always reporting to someone, in a grand manor in some country's countryside. Pirates didn't do that, their chain of command was limit to their ship and that was it. That was right.

Oliver frowned slightly at the thought of his ox lording friend Sunny. Sunny was loyal like no one else but even he could be broken if some of Oliver's less friendly acquaintances came looking for him. It was easier for him to die. Of course he had faked his death before, and in much more elaborate ways than the little diving trick he had pulled. What this death had that the others didn't was that he would actually disappear from Europe, at least for a few years. He had his own fortune to make, and for that he needed to get away, to the West Indies, where the money was. And for that he needed transport and he knew just the place to get it.

The Cock and Bull, the sound of laughter and fighting heard even from outside. Oliver pushed it's doors open wide and entered the steamy criminal atmosphere. Of course, no one paid him any notice. And he was fine with that, he already had his eyes on what he was looking for.

"Howdy love," Oliver said as he approached the middle-aged barmaid. "You mind telling me where I can join a pirate ship?"

"The corner there," The barmaid replied, unfazed as she polished a glass. "Captain Walker, he's got a big ship. I'd take care though. He's turned a few away tonight."

"Oh don't worry," Oliver commented as he spotted the corner table with a large muscular man at it. "He can't refuse me."

"Oh no?" The barmaid laughed. "Who are you then?"

"Ildegaro LeFarge," Oliver replied. "Pirate." He turned, ready to journey to the Captain in the far end of the pub, when suddenly he saw an old, one legged, no armed, crippled, anorexic man approach, and then, after what appeared to be no more than a moment of talking, accepted into Captain Walkers crew. "On second thought perhaps he's not the Captain I'm looking for..." Oliver muttered as he turned back to the barmaid. "A drink please," He said to the woman. "Don't worry the price, I'll find someone to pay for it..."

As the barmaid went off to fill his mug Oliver began to scan the room. Surely there had to be someone, with decent standards, who would accept him. If push came to shove he could always join Walker, though he'd want adequate fighters in case the Royal Navy got on them. At least until they reached the Caribbean. From the corner of his eye Oliver spotted a woman in a side booth. He watched her for a moment before realizing who she was. Malicious Val. He had never met her but he knew her face well enough, from stories told by the older smugglers in the north sea, those with saltier pasts then him. She was infamous, said to be raised from the depths of the sea itself to seek revenge, and unmistakable. If there was one sure-fire way of getting out of Europe, it was her. Of course, a woman raised from the depths of the sea itself to seek revenge would probably not take kindly to Oliver Maund hiding on her ship, eating her food, and generally being a stowaway nuisance until she reached new land. Oliver sighed. That was less sage then joining Walker's crew. Oliver paused his thoughts as something once again caught his eye. On her table, under her black hat, was a purple bandanna. A massive grin formed on Oliver's face. He was so happy he knew what that meant.

"Hello," Oliver said with an awkward wave as he sat down opposite of legendary Captain. "My name's Ildigardo LeFarge, I'd like to join your crew," Oliver said quietly as he glanced away from her. "You may know me better as Oliver the Bryce, the smuggler. I'd... like to accompany you, if at all possible."

"Why'd ya think ye be worthy for My crew?" The woman spoke at last.

Oliver leaned forward on the table. "I'm very, very good at what I do. I'm an expert helmsman, evader, joyrider, you name it. If the wheel of a ship is at my command it can do things you'd never imagine a ship could do. I'm also the best shot to come from New Albion and I can interpret tribal tongue well, I studied Indigenous-Linguistics at Oxford University," He lied. "I'm the man you want on your crew, ma'am. I promise you."

"Is that so," The woman said, her emotion unreadable. "And what position be you looking for?"

"Helmsman," Oliver replied. "I'm good at a number of things but I'm great at piloting."

After a moment of consideration she nodded. "Alrighty then. Congratulations Mate I'll see you bright an' early on the docks. I spec you know where my ship be." With that she nodded her head, tipped her hat back down.

"I won't disappoint," Oliver confirmed as he stood and looked out onto the pub. He made it. This was it. His last night in Europe. Oliver raised his mug to his mouth and downed his drink in one go. Might as well live it large. And with that he descended upon the pub, ready to find a girl, an unattended coin-purse, and eventually a soft bed until morning...

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Character Portrait: Marie Simon Character Portrait: Valorie Talithe Character Portrait: Johnny "Flintlock" Fletcher Character Portrait: Winkie Bouchard Character Portrait: James Taylor Character Portrait: Marco McDonald Character Portrait: Azzy Gordon Character Portrait: Drake Springer Character Portrait: Agatha 'Mama' Rattleback Character Portrait: Oliver Maund
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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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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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The sun was just peaking over the horizon and Val was already standing there in front of her ship, the plank extended to get aboard. She was dressed in her usual blouse and tight pants, black tricorn hat with a large black feather held in place by a silver skull. To keep her wild mane of sandy blonde hair out of her eyes she had her trusty purple bandanna. Not only was it a sign that she was in business but it was one of her lucky charms which she would never sail without.
MEOW
She looked down and spotted her sleek Siamese cat Pompey - named after the great Roman General - strolling down the plank trying to get her attention. He then proceeded to wrap himself around her legs and purr loudly.
"How's my darlin' doing this fine morning?" she purred back and reached down to pick him up. Ever since she was named Captain of the Deadly Dame the first thing she did was got herself a cat. She had travelled far and during these times did everything she could to ensure a safe journey while she didn't have a cat. Her dear Pompey was bloody expensive. He was part of the litter who's mother was the royal cat of some king from Asia Minor. She stroked him gently relishing the softness of his fur. The cockerels had only just begun to squawk and it hadn't even been ten minutes before Mr LeFarge came strolling, quite hurriedly, down the dock. She ducked her head to stop him seeing her amused smile. When she looked back up her face was wiped from emotion.
"Morning Master LeFarge," she called out emphasising his name to point out that she suspected his true character, "glad to see you heed my words."
As he reached her she saw him swallow hard before his cocky grin returned.
"Ma'am I have no intention of missing this boat!"
"Tha be good to hear." She nodded and waved him forward. Pompey watched as he made his way up, giving a little cough as if he could hardly believe this guy either. Scratching between his ears she whispered,
"Right that's one on a couple dozen more to go."

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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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Azalea observed the ship through narrowed eyes. Hopefully, she had made the right decision in joining this ship. Usually she made thorough investigations of which ship she picked. But she really wanted to get off land and this was leaving today...
The young woman shrugged and walked on up. She could always ditch if these were the pirates that sh normally stayed away from. Azzy slung her bag over her shoulder and looked around. Oh. There was the captain. At least she had arrived on time.

"Morning," Azzy greeted. She didn't really hold well with titles and hoped that this captain wouldn't really mind. After all, respect was earned. "Anything you'd like me to do before we set sail?"

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Marco had awoken in his abandoned house that morning, about an hour before dawn. Waking up to an empty house was really quite demoralizing, so he didn't think about it. He got dressed, bathed himself slowly, for this would be his last good bath in years probably. With that done, he got dressed in his attire: unlike most pirates, his clothing wasn't as loose fitting, for his job required precision, and that needed no distractions or interference. When he finished, he grabbed his only belongings that he needed for such a voyage. Being used to a ship that rarely docked, he was very well acquainted to packing light and learning to fight off hunger, so all he carried with him were as follows: 2 black bootknives, which were attached to his tight boots, a picture of his family which was also kept in his boot, a long strip of fabric to make a hammock for Weasel Jr and a necklace with his family heirloom.

With everything in check, he grabbed his tool box of assorted items that he had gathered over the years, tightened his bandana and headed out. Now, as he walked he could make out many others walking onto the ship already: The bullshitter, that slutty girl that was with the bullshitter, and various other people that he didn't recognize. He sighed to himself in annoyance. This will be interesting, to say the least... Hopefully the Deadly Dame docks more often than the Black Tide.. He thought to himself with a smirk. The ship, he noticed, was just like out of the legend itself, marvelous and mysterious looking. It wasn't long before he could make out the cannons, which nearly made him jump out of his boots in giddiness. They looked bloody beautiful, and he was looking forward to firing them more than once.

He marched onto the the dock and onto the ship, Weasel Jr. wrapped around his neck and asleep. He instantly noticed the cat, and his ferret awakened in a second to hiss at the cat. Marco felt the same, and instantly shuffled a little to the left to address his new Captain.

"Marco McDonald here, Cap'an. Master Gunner, Explosion expert and Weapons repair." He nodded, then turned to see that the bullshitter was actually the helmsman and he groaned to himself. This was going to suck. He stayed silent for a few seconds before continuing. "If you have nothing that you would like me to do, I'll head down to the black powder room and make myself at home." He nodded once more before heading to the stairs down to below ship. He took one more look at the cannons and nearly burst out with happiness. Oh yes, he was going to enjoy firing those things.

As long as nobody touched his stuff.

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A few more hired hands had arrived and then following them came Azzy. She seemed a little bleary eyed but was otherwise concious.
"Morning," she piped up, ""Anything you'd like me to do before we set sail?"
"there is a room below deck that I have fitted out as your room. It has the equipment I expect you would need. You may go settle in and check that everything is in order there. Once everyone has arrived I shall address you all."
No sooner had Azzy walked on board and Pompey cocked his head as he judged her walk had Master James come sauntering up.
"Good morning, ma'am," he called out cheerfully. "First off - mate - Taylor requesting permission to come aboard." He had hardly finished his sentence before he was eagerly walking up the gangplank. Pompey's tail was doing some quick twitches to show his irritation.
"Yes Master Taylor good morning to you. You should be able to find the navigation room on board, you may get yer stuff settled in there." and having to repeat it for the utmost time, "Once everyone arrives please make your way to the main deck as I shall be addressing everyone."
Not bothering to see if he heard she turned back to see Marco doing a hurried walk.
"Good Mornin' Master McDonald and to you Master Weasel." she nodded to both and Pompey was sniffing wildly at this new creature.
"Please make your way below deck and you may inspect the cannons."

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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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Johnny's hardened eyes shot open, followed immediately by a blast of sun light and a pounding headache. He tried to sit up, but something was holding him back. He shook his head and tried to force his sight into focus. He looked down and saw a feminine arm and leg draped across his chest. He blinked a few more times and followed them appendages down to their bodies. Two women lay in his bed, both with dull brown hair and no make-up. Johnny breathed a sigh of relief, they weren't prostitutes. He then quickly realized that he was naked and had some place to be. He slowly untangled himself from his bed mates and found his things. He quickly dressed himself and placed his harness on and clipped his sword to his belt. He also realized he was still wearing his red sash from when he was in Red Hair Vera's crew. Val seemed to fancy purple, so that's what he would he find. He looked about in the small room he was in and he noticed a purple satin dress on the floor. He eyed it for a moment, he then reached down and ripped off a rather large bit of it. Johnny then tied it around his waist. He then gave a small smile while looking at it. "I hope she doesn't die.......because I have no more room on my person for another pistol." he said to himself, his smile disappearing.

Johnny strode out of the small house and made his way to the docks. His surroundings were slowly coming back to him and he remembered the way back from where he was. It seemed he had continued to drink even after he had tried to sober up. He couldn't remember if it was in celebration or mourning. Or perhaps that it would be the last time alcohol would touch his lips for a long time. You couldn't afford to get drunk when you were the Quartermaster on a ship. It was a lonely job, seeing you couldn't make friends with anyone. Anyone perhaps save the Captain, the First Mate, the Navigator(who was technically the Second Mate), the cook, the doctor(he outranks them but you should be nice to the people who feed you and save your life.), but that's about it. Even though he technically outranks everyone save the Captain, they were all in a place of power. That's how Pirates worked, divide the power up, otherwise you become exactly like the military and live a life of servitude. Now pirate would want that.....that's why their bloody pirates!

Johnny finally came upon the Deadly Dame and began to walk up the gangplank, sack over shoulder. It had a few basic things he liked to carry with him and of course, his whip and flog. He noticed the captain was standing at the entrance to the ship. He simply walked up to her and slowed down as he past her. He gave a nod while looking her directly in the eye and simply said. "Captain." He then proceeded onto the ship. It seemed that people began to gather on the main deck, so he walked over to the main mast and by it, waiting to be addressed.

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The sun had risen fairly high and Val was past the point of waiting. She marched herself to where the helm stood so that she could see everyone on the deck below.
ALL ABOARD! FRONT DECK NOW." she bellowed. Pompey had retreated back to her room preferring to snuggled up in some pillows rather than listening to his person yelling to her new crew. It didn't take long for her crew to assemble. Before her was a sea of faces maybe nearly 30 people in total. She eyed the few who were dribbling in, surprisingly it was Johnny and Mama who were the last two on. She would talk to them personally later about their duties, she was sure that Agatha would want to know the supplies she was dealing with. Turing back to her crowed she started her introduction,
"Right. Welcome aboard the Deadly Dame, I'm expecting you to have acquainted yourselves with her. Now, I have chosen you because of your experience, that means that I won't be coddling any of ye." She did a scan over them letting it fully sink in what she expected, "This trip is not for the cowardly. You join at yer own peril and I ain't goin' to lie that some of ye might not make it back to land. But then that's the risk ye take when ye bloody became a Pirate. I'll be truthful, on this journey I 'spec each and everyone of you to do ye duties properly and I don't trust any of you. My trust and respect is earned. Disobey my order, backchat me or down right lie you can 'spec yourself overboard or tied to the mast upside down naked. I have no qualms of cutting up a few fingers or tongues. I 'spec you've heard the rumours. Now we be about to cast off and our heading being The Rocks." They all stood quietly, the gulls squawking in the distance, "Come on then. Lets get this moving!"
With that she turned round and they had been dismissed. She headed down the stairs planning on catching Mama before she disappeared down to the kitchen. Everyone was moving around her. The ropes were being thrown back and swiftly tied up. The gangplank was being pulled back and the anchor was being heaved up. The sails were being released and tied down. This is what Val lived for.

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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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Everyone seemed to be doing their own business that that was fine by Val. She decided to go talk to James. He was obviously deflated and she had a special propostition to put forth to him. She just hoped that he saw her logic as to why they should travel after this mysterious key. Weaving through the busy crewmen she reached the chartrooms. As she pushed the dark mohagany door she strode in the find a very sunken spirit sitting on his trunk. She wasn't particularly fond of sulkers but she could understand his dismay at being passed over. She knew he was skilled and had a decent amount of experience out on the Sea but she needed someone with a quick mind who could help solve her riddles. He wasn't just a simple navigator in her books she desperately needed him. She had thanked her lucky stars twice when he had asked to join up.
"Oh Master Taylor don't be so sorry fer yer self. It ain't that bad besides you ain't going to be just a simple navigator I have somethin' very special in mind."
She could see his curiousty spike but at the same time he was very guarded and suspicious. She continued regardless.
"I have acquired information on a certain tale that I believe you would have heard of. The Jewel of the ocean, it speaks of granting a pirate's greatest desire, be it fame or fortune. I have been able to procure the starting location to finding Smugglers beach. However I still be lost about this mysterious key. Aye, I was hoping an educated man like ye self would have any knowledge on the subject?" It sounded absurd even to her ears but she was hoping that her reputation and seriousness would convince him. She walked over the chart table and settled herself waiting for his reply.

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The cook would touch her brow politely with her free hand, sure to avoid the captain with her sooty pipe scrubber, "Please Captain, call me Mama er Aggie..Ain't been called Agatha since I was taller than a cricket." She'd straighten herself slowly, wiping the soot from her jaw.

"'s a good kitchen. Errythin's in order, what isn't in the galley I've found stored in the hull easy'nough. An pardon me Cap'n, We aint Galavantin today. E' was goin ta offer ta help me haul some sand up from the hold. Smart of yeh to keep extra down there." Mama made no mention of Oliver's quilt search to the Captain, being uncertain if he had re-started his bullshittery or if he was in actual dire quiltless distress. Who knew, either way that clever sea-dog had just secured herself some help, one way or another, in getting that sand back to her kitchen. Of course everyone knew the importance of sand in a kitchen....Should a fire break out, it was tops for smothering it. Only problem was that it was heavier than a bitch. Who would expect the poor lame miss mama to do that all by herself? She could. She had a strong arms and a strong back, and best of all, the limp was entirely theatric. She had no intention of showing off every last card in her deck to this ship full of strange faces. Oliver wasn't the only one that could lie.

"Thankee Cap'n."

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"Excellent. And how mighty generous of yerself Master LeFarge. But I expect you to be quick about it and get to the Helm we be casting off soon. Good Luck Mama Aggie."
She gave Mr. Bull a stern look to remind him that she was in charge then with that concluded went off in search of Johnny. She was sure that she had heard his voice bellowing to some of the slackers but he seemed to have gone below deck. She made a slight nod to the both of them and departed their presence. While everything was happening around her she was strolling through making sure that everyone was doing their duty. She didn't bother saying anything because just her being there seemed to motivate the men to work that little bit harder. Walking past the cargo hole she through she could hear something. Stopping she peered into the depths and listened. It seemed to be singing. It was a haunting melody and as she focused over the ruckus she could make out some lyrics. It was almost hypnotising and Val began to lean forward, she was slowly edging towards the hole and was just reaching the edge and beginning to lean forward almost losing balance and it wasn't until the singing stopped that she blinked a couple of times and stood back. She hadn't even realised how close she had gotten. Seems we ave a little siren aboard. Thankfully none of the men aboard were really listening and glancing around a few eyes were staring at the captain but she stared back and they instantly pulled their gaze away. During this time she had found that Le'Farge was back up by the Helm with a quilt wrapped round his neck. She just shook her head and walked off to her cabin, behind her the sails were coming down and wind filling them. This was the start of their journey and she was exhausted already.

Once in her cabin she leaned heavily on her gold trimmed desk and removed the eye patch to reveal her scarred eye. Rubbing her temple as her head was beginning to ache she moved towards the back of her room.
"Bloody hell." she whispered, this one was going to be a big one.
Her room was lavishly furnish mostly with her old Captains stuff but her booty was there along side it. The room was actually quite large but with all the stuff inside it was a bit cosy. Things were littered everywhere but not in a messy way. They were just there. In the middle of the room sat her adorned table that she had stolen from a rich merchant, atop it sat a small candelabra and some wine glasses but overall it had just bits and bobs strewn across it. The chairswere some old castaways from some king. She had bookshelves lining the walls and a globe in the corner. The back wall was just windows and she could see the waves churning and the docks getting further and further away. Just tucked away in the side of the room was her bed. It was a present from her old captain and she loved it. She had hung thick drapes from the wrought iron hangings and lavished it with pillows and rich red and gold blankets. Curled up in the mess of material was her dear Pompey fast asleep. She felt like joining him. She grabbed a bottle from one of her shelves that contained a gluey dark syrup, she took a deep gulp of it and set it back down. Staring out of her windows she waited for the pain to subside.

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Just as the pain was subsiding all of a sudden the ship lurched and Val was knocked from her feet. Her ship had hit something! As fast as she could she got up and ran from her room to the deck. She reached outside and saw the Captain of the Duchess shaking a fist. How the hell had they hit another ship? Fury bubbled over her and she stormed up the stairs to the helm.
"Master LeFarge! What in the name of bloody god's damned HELL are you doing?!" only raising her voice to emphasise the hell.
"I hired you as an expert Helmsman and I find that were not even out of the docks and yer crashing my boat." She was furious. This bumbling idiot had lied and if he didn't explain himself soon he was about to find himself tied upside down to the mast stripped naked with some good red welts on his back.

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"She was pulling out, it was unavoidable, ma'am!" Oliver cried. "Here, Mister Duceyae saw it all."

"He rammed the ship, Cap'ain. No excuses," The Relief Helmsman explained.

"Listen, there ain't but a scratch, besides, look!" He said, pointing out in front of them. The open ocean. "Look at that view," He whispered. "Ready to sail at your command. Wherever that command may lead."

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"I don't give any chances Master LeFarge so take this as a mercy," she whispered menacingly,
"You shall direct the ship towards The Rocks and you better God Damn tell me you know where that is and once that is done you shall hand the Helm over to Master Duceyae and you are to then proceed to my cabin. Is that clear?"
Without another word she stood up straighter and marched back down to her cabin. Once reaching her cabin she felt her eye and couldn't believe that she had bloody forgotten to put her patch back on! Thankfully the only people who would have seen her damaged eye was Mr Bull and Duceyae. Quickly she snatched up her patch and rearranged it on her head. Then she prepared herself for LeFarge.

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Oliver watched as the Captain left, as soon as she was out of sight he released the wheel. "Quick Mister Duceyae," Oliver whispered. "To the Rocks, whatever that is."

Duceyae took the wheel and began to steer as Oliver collected himself and made his way down to the Captain's cabin. After a knock he opened the door and stepped into the finely riched room. "You wanted a word, ma'am?" Oliver asked as he glanced around nervously...

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Marco was hanging up his hammock under the stairs, for he would rather sleep with the powder than with the others, when he heard a song begin to resonate through the ship. Even though he had told them to keep working until finished, some of the powder monkeys stopped to listen to the singing, which sounded downright beautiful. He was starting to get caught up in the song, for he knew it well, until his little ferret friend made a little hiss, and Marco spun around quickly. Nearly all had stopped working, save a few that were either deaf, dumb or smart. Marco narrowed his eyes at the halted progress, and hissed out a quick "Get back to work!" Some did, while others seemed to be entranced. Marco sighed in annoyance and moved closer.

"I didn't say you men could stop, and I don't care how lovely the tune is. You keep on working, or I'll make you the next target for practise shots!" He snarled out, purely out of annoyance. He really wasn't that angry to begin with, but he needed to show some anger and discipline, or those lousy monkeys wouldn't listen to him at all. Once he made sure they were all working, he quickly tied up Weasel Jr's hammock and followed the noise. He began to hum along as he was looking, his tenor voice resonating in his entire body. When he found the source, he nearly opened the door to compliment her when it swung open and she walked out. Marco quickly hid behind said door until she left the area, to which he sighed. He would have to giver her the compliment she deserved later.

He nearly made it back to the powder room when the entire boat shook from port to starboard. What in bloody- he thought, and instantly ran over to the powder room to see the place looking quite disasterous. The powder monkeys were not used to such a jolt and barrels were rolling around like a man on fire. Marco instantly ran over to one of the cannons, which had started rolling, and hollered "For God's sakes, ya monkeys, hold down the cargo! If one of these cannons goes over board, yer going with it! And, for crying out loud mate, grab those bloody barrels!" He roared at one of the powder monkeys who was still on the floor, not really doing anything. Once they had secured everything, Marco let out a rapid release of commands, including reorganizing the powders, stabalizing the cannons, and making sure everything was in check. He was seething when he made it up to the deck, and he wasn't the only one: The captain was also in an outrage, for the bullshitter helmsman was making up some useless excuse to save his hide. When he tried changing the subject with Look at that view. Ready to sail at your command. Wherever that command may lead.

"How about that command takes you to the bottom of the bloody ocean!" Marco hissed. "Along with the powder AND cannons you nearly threw out into the damned blue! I was hired to shoot and maintain guns, not make sure they crash through the bloody hull." He took a deep breath, and calmed himself down. He always got like this when somebody threatened his job and equipment, and usually was worse.

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She heard the knock and turned around as LeFarge stepped in. He was clearly nervous. Inside she had a devilish smile on but outwardly there were no signs of emotion.
"Yes Master LeFarge. Have a seat." she indicated to a plush throne looking chair that sat on the other side of her desk. Relishing his anxiety she made a show of taking out her cutlass and slowly inspecting it.
"Why did you sign up LeFarge? I don't suppose it was to get yerself killed. Because a' this ere moment I be very tempted to slit yer throat you bullshitting piece of shit." she swore starting to lose her temper and slammed down her sword into her desk.
"I ain't stupid I know ye've been lying this whole time. I didn't care who you were but now it's my business to find out. Who ye really sir? And you better not God Damn lie to me!"