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Aster Flichen

"Get back here so I can chop you up into sushi!!!"

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a character in “Pirates of the Curse”, originally authored by Mashotu, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Name:
Aster Flichen

Nicknames:
N/A

Age:
24

Role:
Doctor: Seashell

Appearance:
Long green dreds and black eyes. (His eyes flash red but they're truly black) He has a bandana pulling his hair back unsuccessfully, a tight half cut black muscle shirt, and black shorts that have a covering that make them look like a skirt. This gets him teased. After the curse happened, he acquired a green algae that grew all over his body. He doesn't like it, so he scrubs it off anytime some pops up.

Personality:
Aster is incredibly hot headed. Any small remark against him will set him off like a bomb. Usually it's people making fun of his choice of clothing or long hair. He's hot headed, but cocky. He thinks no one can beat him even though he's never actually fighting.

Likes:
~Kicking butt
~Working out
~Spicy food
~Fighting

Dislikes:
~Losing
~Reading
~Annoying people
~Algae

Skills:
He's an amazing doctor even though he really wants to go fight like everyone else.

Weaknesses:
He's too hot headed and lets his anger get the best of him.

Fears:
He claims to have none, but he's afraid of sharks.

History:
Aster used to be the son of a doctor and became one by trade. Being the only son in his family out of six kids, his mother had to make his clothes out of his sisters hand-me-downs which is why it looks like he has shorts with a skirt (skort) covering them. When he got an offer on the ship Seashell, he eagerly accepted since they pay off would be amazing.

Other:
N/A



Spontaneous combustion

So begins...

Aster Flichen's Story

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Character Portrait: Alasandrea (Al) Kipper Character Portrait: Barnabas Vine Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Seraphina Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Caleb the Cabin Boy Character Portrait: Michael (Mikasa) Kitsune Character Portrait: Anthony Shepard Character Portrait: Veronica Venin -WIP-
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Two glowing red eyes opened to another bright morning. The boat swayed back and forth, but a Pirate Captain should be used to this. Captain Curry stood, rubbing his eyes, one of which almost swollen shut. He let out a yawn as he got himself ready, putting on his captain's uniform, trousers, a white button up shirt, and a large overcoat. He attached his belt, which had a hilt for his sword and pistol. Lastly, he placed a comically large hat on his head. Stepping outside of his quarters, he let the breeze hit him, taking in the smell of salt water that stained the air. Yes, this was a mighty fine day for an execution.

Captain Curry began to trek through his boat, watching as men hurried to their positioned. They would hang the captives, for throwing them in the ocean would not work as well due to the species of some of them. Mermaids. He could sell them, for quite a price too, but the Englishmen had killed their young crew members. They were only trading that price.

Captain Curry looked overboard, peering at the water which seemed a green hue. It wasn't a dirty green, for it was actually quite pretty. The Captain took it as a good omen. He hurried to the kitchen, grabbing a bit of moldy bread, which he ate as if it was as clean as a whistle. He nodded to the cooks as he left. Thinking about the hanging that was about to take place didn't upset his appetite in the slightest. He even let out a deep bellowing laugh that almost made him sound like Saint Nicholas. But Captain Curry was far from a kind, jolly fellow.

"Are we ready?" the Captain asked some of the passing boys. He decided to be more specified. "For the execution, I mean, are we ready?"

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Character Portrait: Barnabas Vine Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Caleb the Cabin Boy Character Portrait: Anthony Shepard
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Anthony Shepard

Anthony looked up at his boat, the one he was able to get for a crate of rice, and sighed. This was not what he wished to use the boat for originally, but he wanted to save these people. Plus, no one else was willing to risk their ships.

Anthony turned to his navigator, "Barnabas! Are we ready yet? We need to leave and we need to leave now!" Anthony rubbed his temples in frustration. It was going to be a pain to get these people back, but he was not going to let them die.

"Everyone! Get on the ship we're leaving soon!" He barked to his new sailors before turning on his heal and going to the center of the boat to await his sailors.

Aster Flichen

Aster turned to his captain once he spoke. 'Darn... Why do I always get caught when he wants to talk to some random person."
He looked at the boys next to him and realized they weren't speaking up out of slight fear.

Aster sighed, "We don't have enough rope to hang them all at once, Captain, only about... two at a time at most. And people right now are currently tying the nooses." He knew the captain would not be happy about this, but it was better known now than later.

He turned to Caleb, hoping he'd help him calm the Captain once he exploded. "Help..." He whispered out the side of his mouth. Caleb worked with the Captain more than himself. He was usually inside his own little work space waiting for idiots who got hurt to come in.

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Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Caleb the Cabin Boy Character Portrait: Veronica Venin -WIP-
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Quiet...silence..the perfect morning without any gulls squawking in shrill voices. A sigh escaped Veronica as she felt the warm sunshine warm her skin. The silence was broken by the sound of the Captain barking orders...well time to get to work. Quickly peering down from the crow's nest she noted the lack of ropes to hang the captives with, pausing for a moment a smirk appeared on her face discovered the solution. Easing her way down the rope rigging she quickly vanished below deck.


A few of still dozing shipmates had a rather rude awakening of their faces hitting the floor, as they were dumped out of their swinging hammocks by Veronica as she quickly cut down the ropes holding the mobile beds up. The drowsy men watched in shock as their beds were stripped down to scratchy sheets. One grumpy man demanded an explanation "What the hell do you think you are doing you bloody!" His angry rant was cut off as a pair of pointy knitting needles were pointed at his eyes along with a cheerful smile from Veronica "I am making suitable rope silly, thats what I am doing..so shut up". A few minutes later once short cut ropes were successfully sewn together..long enough for ropes for hanging. Quietly placing the needles away she touched the cool steel of the needles in an almost loving way ~Thank you Mama for teaching me...~ she thought, before gathering up her rope not wanting to get lost in the past.


Finally reaching the deck with her rather heavy load she quickly deposited her labor near the men busily working tying nooses. The men looked like they were about to cry as the angel had saved them from certain punishment. With a small smile on her face she curtsied to her Captain ever so slightly before inclining her head "I managed to find more ropes Captain, the execution should be able to proceed properly sir..". The former owners' of said ropes glared at the woman before setting off to their own chores..she would pay for them later. Winking at the cabin boy and doctor with a cheerful smile, she walked off to the bow of the ship just enjoying the sun and the ocean spray.

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Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Caleb the Cabin Boy Character Portrait: Veronica Venin -WIP-
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Caleb the Cabin Boy


"Actually--," Caleb was beginning to speak after Aster whispered the word. But fortunately the female sailor, Veronica, informed the captain of more rope. He released a sigh of relief because truthfully he may have angered the Captain with his words, "I believe we should not have an execution. In fact it even seems silly, why dispatch of their lives? I am sure you can put them into use."

However he managed not to say that. Perhaps he only wished to keep them alive so he would not have to tie a noose and slave away in work around the ship. Caleb was lazy, especially in the morning- sometimes he is seen sleeping or dozing off, but he can not help it when he must tend to the ship and the Captain's needs before closing his eyes.

"I shall be tying the rope, sir... err... Captain?" he spoke nervously though with a smile unleashing a fake salute- not that the salute was in disrespect, he was new to the whole pirate thing. He did not know half of the people, slacks off, and remains curious if the Captain is a bear.

He scurried off with a dismissal for he was not sure if he must have one. He sat at the mid section of the boat, back leaning against the railing walls of the ship. The rope he was ordered to tie into a noose was kicked at his feet as his head tilted to his shoulder, falling asleep.

But what he didn't notice was the rope must be tied before the execution started. Without it, there could be consequences.

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Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Caleb the Cabin Boy Character Portrait: Anthony Shepard Character Portrait: Veronica Venin -WIP-
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Barnabas walked onto the ship last minute, making himself quite fashionably late. He wore a very extravagant outfit (much like the one that he is wearing in his profile picture) which successfully drew many glances to him. The Captain had just finished a speech, probably something heroic that Barnabas didn't feel horrible about missing. The crowd around the Captain quickly dispersed and Barnabas walked up to greet him. They had never really met before, but he had been told all about Captain Anthony Shepard and figured Anthony had heard about him as well.

"I take it that you are the Captain of this fine ship," Barnabas said, sticking his hand out for the man to shake. "I am your navigator. Although it will be quite difficult to track those rotten Pirates, for you really can't track on water, or at least I am not as skilled in that area, I will do my best to hunt down their sorry rumps and help you take back our citizens," Barnabas said, smiling pleasantly at his introduction.

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"Not enough rope?" the Captain cried, enraged. "How are we supposed to hang the blasted-" he started, going off on poor Aster, who was only the deliverer of the message. Luckily, a woman quickly came up and informed him more were found. He let out a breath of relief. "Alright, fine. But any more mishaps and it'll be your necks hangin' from the nooses." The cabin boy, Caleb, offered to tie the nooses.

"Alright, off you all go. Back to work," he hissed. "And someone go round up the bloody captives." With that, the fungi covered Captain marched off barking more orders at innocent passerby's. He wanted to make sure everything went according to plan. The nasty Englishmen deserved nothing more than to die and none believed it more than him.

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Character Portrait: Alasandrea (Al) Kipper Character Portrait: Barnabas Vine Character Portrait: Captain Curry Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Michael (Mikasa) Kitsune Character Portrait: Anthony Shepard Character Portrait: Veronica Venin -WIP-
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Anthony Shepard

The captain took the outstretched and and gave it a firm shake. "Barnabas. You're late." Anthony said, "Anyways, as long as you are able to point us in the right directions it's fine."

Anthony took out his notebook and looked through his list of crew members; it seemed Barnabas was the last person they needed to leave. "Alright. Lift the anchor! We leave!" Anthony called out to whoever was at the anchor. The closest one too it seemed to be the girl he saw earlier. "Lift it, girl!"

Aster Flichen

It took all that he could for Aster not to yell, "Don't shoot the messenger!" at the Captain. But he and everyone else knew that's be a death wish. And the fact that his only help was that of a girl's bothered him even more.

When the Captain barked another order, he ignored it and went back down to his quarters/pharmacy/death room. It seemed that Curry was in an angry mood today, which meant that there would be many visits down there today.
"I hate my job." Aster grumbled, smacking his head down onto his desk.
He actually had a really demanding job. Since they lived in a terrible environment, any sort of cut or scratch could become deadly. So he he had to act as a nursemaid for every single person who got a freaking boo-boo. And he couldn't refuse them either since that could bring the wrath of Curry on him.

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Character Portrait: Rosemary Turner Character Portrait: Aster Flichen
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"Oh goodness," Rosemary whispered as she sat in her small yet quite dirty cell. The air had quite a funny smell to it- reeking of salt water and the horrible smells of the many Pirates on board. Did they ever bathe? She guessed not, for some of them even had algae growing on them. It was sad to see people, yes even Pirates are people, living in these conditions. Her cell was in even worse condition. It had six rusty bars that blocked her from leaving, a locked door in the wall to her side. It felt more like a stable, hay as some form of carpeting, dashed across the wooden boards underneath her. When she pressed her ear to the floor, she could hear Pirates talking underneath her. By eavesdropping, she knew the Pirates were planning to hang them.

Rosemary tried to think about dying, what it would be like before, during, and after. But she was too frightened to even try to comprehend it. She really didn't want to die. She hadn't even finished her studies! All her life she had planned to be a Historian. Now was her best chance to learn about the world, tagging along a boat headed for who knows where, but this boat was going to be her grave. She felt tears well up in her eyes. She understood that the hanging of the Pirate boys was quite wrong on her village's part, but why was she suffering for it? Her and whoever else they had taken. Goodness, she wished to just go home.

This was all so complected- she was being hanged for something that didn't even involve her. Sure, it was punishment for the village to watch as their people were murdered, but the villagers weren't the ones to blame. If they must kill anyone, kill the town leaders responsible! Oh good grief, if she was to say that back at her village she'd be hanged anyway. Alright, forget the hanging! Can we just let everyone live? She peered out of her cell until she saw a boy walk by into a room across from her cell. She had seen many injured people go in there earlier, but he seemed fine, besides looking a bit upset. He vanished into the room, but she spoke anyway, making sure it was softly so she wouldn't catch the rage of any other sailor.

"Pardon," she said quietly, "but do you know when the execution is going to take place?" She figured might as well ask, even though she probably wasn't supposed to know about it. She was curious to see how long she had to live.

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Aster Flichen

Aster heard a soft voice call out from beyond his door. "Alright. Either that was my imagination or a siren." He said rubbing his head, "Or maybe I just smacked my head too hard."

Despite what he was telling himself, he got up from his desk, rubbed of a bit of algae that grew back, and peered outside his door. Across from his quarters was another smaller room used for prisoners. He was a girl inside it looking out at him. "Was that you, girl?" He asked. He didn't care if it was his imagination and she though he was crazy, she was going to die anyways.

From what little light there was, the girl seemed pretty small. He couldn't see her face properly, but he knew it was a girl by how she was dressed. It seemed like she had red hair, but it could have been brown as well.

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Character Portrait: Rosemary Turner Character Portrait: Barnabas Vine Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Weston Kale
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Rosemary sat in her cage for a little while, no answer coming from the man, until he stepped out of the room and looked at her, discombobulated. "Was that you, girl?" he asked. She smirked. No, it was the Captain.

"Yes, it was me," she said, speaking a tad bit louder than she had before. "And, if I was to quiet before- sorry about the mumbles, I wasn't really expecting an answer- I asked when you all plan to kill me and whatever others you have captive on board." Although it was a bold thing to say, she didn't say it very boldly, sounding timid as she spoke. She crossed her arms as if to seal her small streak of courage. "You know, I am a Historian. I could be of more use to you all alive than I would be dead. I wonder how much you all know about the world's civilizations. I've dedicated at least four years to learning," she said, sounding quite proud of herself as she spoke in her British accent. "Although that isn't your call, is it? It's your Captain's and by what I hear through the floorboards, from gossiping crew members, he isn't a great man to try and convince." Rosemary sighed. It seemed hopeless. Why was she debating this with a doctor, crew member, or whatever he was?

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"You're late."

Barnabas frowned. The Captain quickly lost interest in him, so he figured it was time to see where he worked. He quickly walked through the ship, admiring the work put into it, but it was no great ship. He sighed, keeping up his search, almost giving up until he saw a small crate by the wheel full of maps. He eagerly pulled one out. A map of the known world- brilliant! Barnabas couldn't hide his smile. He was eager to show off his skills to the whole village. He was already known as one of the best navigators in their small town, but if he navigated the rescue mission against Pirates and danger, who knows how famous he could become! Plus, navigating gave Barnabas a certain happy feeling that made him sure that he loved direction.

He quickly sat down on the crate and observed the map. The Pirates were obviously not from anywhere around here, and you'd probably want to travel by land if from Asia, so they must be down, heading somewhere around Africa. Southwest. That was the direction. Great. "Now I've just got to find the bloody pilot."

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Character Portrait: Alasandrea (Al) Kipper Character Portrait: Rosemary Turner Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Caleb the Cabin Boy Character Portrait: Anthony Shepard
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Anthony Shepard

When Anthony realized he had to go back to that girl's, Al's, post he sighed but walked over anyways. Almost instently she started talking, "Captain Sir, I really am sorry. Being a called a girl makes me feel weak. I am not weak. My mouth gets the best of me sir, I am truly sorry and I didn't mean to threaten you."

Anthony couldn't help but let out a laugh, "I have met many women tougher than myself you know. So if I call you that, it is not meant as an offense. Have you ever heard the term 'Men are stronger, but women are tougher'? It means you can take pain more easily than a male. Like child birth or heartache.
So if I were you, I would quit taking being called a girl as an insult, but as a compliment. Show them, gender does not matter. You heard me earlier, I expect you to perform just like anybody else on this crew."

Aster Flichen

Aster listened to the girl ramble. Just by the rambling alone he could tell it was a girl, not to mention the voice.
Aster folded his arms and looked the girl up and down, "Yeah. He's in a real crappy mood right now. So there is no convincing him. He thinks all British scum are worthless and deserve to die."
For once, he decided to take slight pitty on the girl and answer her question, "And you should die sometime today. Once the Cabin Boy finishes tying the nooses."

That was when something stumped him, "Wait... You're a girl... And you're a historian!?" He found the idea of a woman who did anything other than live for he family odd. Sure there were girls on this ship, but he no longer accepted them as females.

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Character Portrait: Rosemary Turner Character Portrait: Barnabas Vine Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Weston Kale
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Weston Kale


A loud huffing sound, similar to that of a dog about keel over and die. Weston trudged up the gangway plank with an sheepish expression on his face as he gently maneuvered his way around the busy deck..narrowly avoiding the death glares directed at his back by less than patient crew members. His expression was coached into that of a strained smile as he approached who believed to be the navigator of the Waterbird who appeared to be busy pouring over a map of some sort.


"Please excuse me for being late..I had to make one final stop...sir" Weston apologized quickly, inclining his head in a respectful manner. His calm expression turned into that of increasing anger as he was ran into by a clumsy sailor carrying a heavy load. His hands seemed to tighten even more around a black case containing his most prized material good...his beautiful, oak violin with an arabian horsetail bow. The violin was a friend to him in the toughest of times, it had always been there for him. Turning his attention to the navigator he asked in a quiet voice "Please tell I am not on duty for physical labor yet...I would hate to have one these..men step on this..". Carefully setting down the case and clicking open the silver clasps with a smile on his face. The violin lay in the velvet case shining like the sun as it had just been freshly polished and restrung by the local musician of the small town.


Gently closing the clasps once more Vincent gave the navigator a slight smile before stating "I have not introduced myself yet, I am Weston Kale, the present..hopefully still employed pilot of this well-crafted ship. I promise that I will not be tardy whilst manning this ship I assure you on that of my fiancé's heart..". His words trailed off as he realized the slip of words..before pondering ~Do I still even have her as my fiancé?~...

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In the middle of Barnabas' map plotting, a boy came up and began stuttering about how he was sorry he was late, and how he wished he wasn't fired, his fiance's heart, blah blah blah. Barnabas finally put down the maps and looked him in the eye. "Look, I am the navigator, not the Captain. It is not my responsibility to throw you overboard. I don't think you'll be doing any physical labor, as we need you to steer the ship," Barnabas said in his charming voice, agrivation peaking through. He had no patience for Stuttering Stanley's ((Holy crap... Bout died there laughing.... I love the Sixth Sense...)) who wished to apologize for everything they said or did.

"You may want to take note, we must head Southwest, for I believe the Pirates are from that area. Hah, not many people have dared to go there. No land masses that way, just maybe the edge of the world. How exciting!" he said, half enthusiastically, half sarcastically. He was fine with journeying into no-man's-land, as long as he came back in one piece. If he died, he wouldn't be quite happy.

"I'll tell you which way to go when we take off, but until then, hang tight. Just, please tell me that you've actually piloted a ship before. If you wreck, I doubt anyone will be very happy." Barnabas crossed his arms, waiting for the man's answer.

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"Once the Cabin Boy finished with the nooses? Well, I hope he takes quite a while with that. I'd enjoy for my eyeballs to stay in my head just a little while longer." She tried to laugh at her remark, but it sounded more fearful than funny, which was not how she had intended it to be. She felt almost sick to her stomach.

He continued, seeming quite confused with the fact she was a historian. "Not officially, almost, but I consider myself one, yes, I've been studying in history, becoming an apprentice under Librarians and other Historians for a while now. And to think I was almost actually almost officially Historian Turner. What a pity I'm being killed now." The boy still looked confused. "What, you've never heard of female historian? Wherever your from, it must be a lot different than my little village."

She wanted to add 'we don't kill innocent people', but she tried to view it from their point of view. They had lost two crew members... they thought they were doing what's right. But they had been the ones who raided anyway. It wasn't Rosemary's fault that their crew members had been hanged.

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Character Portrait: Alasandrea (Al) Kipper Character Portrait: Rosemary Turner Character Portrait: Aster Flichen Character Portrait: Anthony Shepard
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Anthony Shepard

Anthony pulled out his note book, crossed something out and wrote something else. He closed the book and responded, "Don't worry. I'll call you by your name. It's just a good thing to know someone's full name."

He glanced over at her and noticed a small scar over her heart. He was curious yes, but didn't know if it was a sensitive topic. She did join his ship and wanted to be treated like a guy, but Anthony still had morals. He turned his head, hoping that (if she even caught him looking) it didn't look like he was staring at her chest. Oh, one of the many problems of having a female on a ship full of men...

Aster Flichen

"Of course I haven't heard of a female historian! Women belong with their families in the home. Not having their noses stuck in their books!" Aster said, he voice get slightly louder with each sentence. His arms had un-crossed themselves and had started moving as he got more and more fired up. He thought back to his home. It was very different from her home, he knew that much.

Calming himself slightly, he folded his arms again. "You know. You're awfully whiny. Usually people give up and accept they're dead by now."

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Seraphina


she looked over at a woman talking with a strange man. He had dreads and wore a bandana around his head but looked semi-normal. Seraphina studied him as he made fun of the woman's job outside of this hell hole of a ship. She couldnt guess, however his own status or place on this ship but wondered if she could persuade him nonetheless. 

Seraphina tapped on the glass pane and looked over at him with a seductive yet innocent look in her eyes. "Excuse me, are you the Captain of this ship? You certainly look strong enough to be and like you could, handle things a lot better around here huh?" she spoke in a soothingly sexy voice that came out as a quiet but not quite as quiet as a whisper.

She moved her body shifting slowly in her containment to be on her side looking at the man. Seraphina examined him more closely and smiled not showing her teeth because that would be overselling it, but she kept that innocent and rewarding quality of herself showing. "Please, sir could you open the top of this confinement for me? Then we can be together and you show me how strong you are...even closer." she winked slowly and turned onto her back and moving her arms slowly above her head as she ran her fingers through her golden hair. Seraphina also brought her tail up and hugged it the same way as if someone brought their knees to their chest but wasnt hugging them.

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Growling down the pain Mic left the sail in one of the rooms under the deck and walked back up.
"You!" she turned to see a pirate walking towards her with a platter of food. Grinning she thought this was for her.
"Boy! Take this to the captives below. This may be their last meal so don't drop it. The cook isn't making another!" She grumbled something in annoyance and snatched it of him. The man hosted at her but Mic took no notice. She headed back to the cells below deck. This time managing to stay on her feet. Weaving her way in and out of working men. She half leaped down the stairs, eager to get this job over. She came to the cells and walked in not bothering to knock. The doctor seemed to be taking to a captive. She turned to them.
"As this is probably your last day, I have the bloody honour of brining your your last meal to you," she said and opened each of their cells and shoved their meals in quickly then closed it.
She sat down not looking at them and waited for them to finish. She had to bring the platters up again or she would have to go back down again to get them. She rubbed the cut on her leg and wiped the blood away again. Then picked some fungi of her elbow that refused to stop growing. She looked up at the food and stated at it longingly. She didn't have much to eat. She was treated like all the others. Everyone thought she was a boy. Maybe if they knew she would be treated better. No. She cod t tell them. She had put up with it since she left. She could put up with it for longer. She tore her gaze away from the food and back to her elbow where more fungi was growing. She picked at it again. Stupid... Darn fungi.

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Aster Flichen

Aster looked into a different cell as he heard another voice. 'Why is everyone trying to talk to me!?' He thought. He turned to the beast and put a hand on his hip, "Right. 'cause you totally mistook me for the big mammoth up above who is the one who caught you."
He rubbed some fungi off his arm and continued, "And your plans of seduction fail. You're forgetting you're half fish. Which means, even if I wanted to and I don't, there would be no closer. You mate like a fish. That, and if I were to open the box, I would surely be writing my death wish.So, uh, Yeah. No. I will not open the top. Be happy there's even a crack in it."

He sighed as a small boy popped up carrying food. He followed the boys hand down to wipe the blood off of his leg. "Are you an idiot!" Aster yelled at the boy, "Do you want to die from an open wound! You should know how deadly even a small cut is on this ship!"

Yup, today was a terrible day... "Get in my office. Now. I don't need to walk the plank for letting one of the Captains minions die."

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The Captain busily sat in his quarters, counting some of the golden pieces they had collected only a few days before the first raid. Suddenly the ship shook a bit, a horrible creaking noise echoing through the whole boat. Curry sprang up from his seat and rushed outside. "What was that?" he barked. The boat took a nasty shake, the Captain losing his footing and going rolling, along with many other crew members. He quickly stopped himself, springing up. Before he could even speak again, the sun seemed to vanish, the world growing dark. "Huh?" he whispered, turning, his eyes widening. He rushed to the side to get a better glimpse of the frightening horror he saw. A colossal wave like none Curry had ever seen before was heading right for them, large waves already smacking against the side of the boat. It had almost happened instantaneously.

"Get all the gold and supplies to the bowels of the ship!" he screamed. "Brace for major impact!" The Captain ran to his quarters, top speed, collecting all the maps and gold that he could fill his arms with. He ran them to the lower parts of the deck and put the gold in a pile that the crew members were already making. Curry found a dry, empty barrel to put the maps in. He ran back upstairs, ordering everything that could be spared taken below deck. The huge wave was much closer now, water splashing on board.

"Everyone get away from the sides and prepare to get wet!" he cried to the crew members who hadn't gone downstairs, right as a wave came up and slapped him and the crew members. He quickly grabbed onto a nearby railing as the ship began to ride up the enormous wave. Brace for impact....

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Mic looked up to see the doctor staring at her and shouting for leaving her wound open. Standing she looked at him.
"I'm fine," she grumbled,I don't need your help."
She thought about it. It wouldn't be good to get an infection. Sighing she walked into the office grumbling about, stupid doctors and wounds on the way in. She looked around waited inside for him.
Suddenly she felt a large lurch in the boat. She stumbled and the boat rocked roughly. She heard shouts from above. The ship lurched suddenly again. Mic was thrown of her feet and her hat went flying of and most of her hair came undone. She began to curse but she was cut of by another violent rock. She grabbed for her hat and put it back on her head. Then she shoved the long back strands of hair back up inside it. She stood, digging her heels into the wood and trying to get a grip on the wall. She knew the doctor may have seen and may have noticed but all she cared about now was holding on to a wall she couldn't get a grip on. She was thrown of her feet again, this time she managed to hang onto her hat. Her wrist hurt like hell, she didn't know if it was broken or not but she ignored the pain and staggered to her feet.
"What the heck is going on?" She asked but she already knew there was a storm.
She ran back to the cells and slipped slightly on her way in.
"Hold onto something and don't let go!" Mic yelled as she reached for the metal sell bars. Once they were in her grasp she grabbed onto them and clutched them tightly doing her best to keep a grip on them.

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"Yeah you better go in there, annoying brat." Aster muttered, giving one last glance at the prisoners before there were shouts above on deck and a vicious rocking of the boat.

"Darn it!" Aster shouted as he fell flat on his butt when the boat decided to rock. He glanced over at the boy to see if he was okay only to see a flash of really long hair pop out from underneath his hat. 'A girl?' He wondered as he tried to get on his feet, only to be forced to cling onto the metal bars along with everyone else.

"I swear... to... GOD! If that navigator drove us right into this on purpose I'll inject him with poison!" Aster yelled at no one in particular. The fact that there was a chance of the ship being capsized worried him. He knew they were far out in sea, and the fact that if the boat suck there was a least one person who'd get hurt. And when a person's hurt, usually they bleed. And blood attracted sharks. So yeah, someone was going to die. Die a slow death of poison.

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Seraphina watched as the man with fungi growing on his skin walked away. She sighed and felt saddened as he mightve been her last chance to get out of her glass enprisonment. She started to thrust her tail around and managed to make a crack in the tough glass out of frustration. 

She gave a shout out loud in victory but was cut off when she heard yelling and felt the boat rock and slam into strong waves. Seraphina was overjoyed and hoped that if she were so lucky as the boat crashing and sinking, then she'd be able to break herself free or call for help. Seraphina's thoughts of escape were interrupted when her case slid around the floor. Suddenly she felt them going up a big wave and then her case went from on side of the room to crashing into the wall on the other side. She screamed as she fell out of the waters safety and onto the cold wet floor boards. 


Seraphina felt her tail slowly splitting in two and the scales almost washing away was what it felt like. She looked down and saw a pair of slender smooth pale legs. She felt weak and exposed as she tried to cover her body by scrunching up her legs and hugging them against her chest. Her naked body shivered and she didn't know what the pirates were going to do to her.