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Rosia Hienrik

"Come on, what's the worse that could happen? Just do it."

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a character in “The Lost Treasure of Arimathea”, as played by Maci-Care

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Pirate Alias || Jack
age: 18
sexuality: Bisexual
Faceclaim: Norah Jones
hexcode: #d2b48c








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O U T S I D E || ----------------------------------

H E I G H T || 5’4”

W E I G H T || 117 lbs.

E Y E S || A dark, almost wooden brown

H A I R || Mostly black, but some shades of brown

O D D I T I E S || A cut on her lip and she’s missing the top half of her right pinky, both from a botched boarding of another ship. Rosia always has a Jack card on her, as a type of lucky charm.

A P P E A R A N C E || Given her energetic nature and short stature Rosia is often seen as the smallest one of the crew, but fortunately it means less eyes on her and is underestimated most of the time. The smile she wears on her face isn't always out of kindness, sometimes it means something devious is up, or another idea popped into her hear. Her hair is kept short and usually messy as she doesn't do much with it when she wakes. Rosia is mostly seen wearing small vests or tops and jackets without sleeves, or just rips/cuts the sleeves off. In her opinion they are annoying and get caught on things. As for bottoms, she can be seen wearing anything from a skirt to strapped-up pants. Rosia has also learned it is best to wear boots, mostly going up to her knee. They are typically the more reliable footwear when living on a ship. Rosia also has her right ear pierced usually has an old shark tooth earring on. Rosia usually keeps a dagger in her right boot and a pistol behind her back under her coat. She will carry more if there is a need to, but those are her usual carries. If she does decide to carry a cutlass, she will clip it to her belt on her right side.






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L I K E S || ✓ sarcasm ✓ joking around ✓ being a devil’s advocate ✓ ale/rum ✓ rain ✓ storms ✓ climbing the mast ✓ coin ✓ tricks ✓ the sun ✓ pushing bad ideas ✓ games ✓ chaos ✓ ghost stories ✓ Pyrite

D I S L I K E S || ✗ being told not to do something ✗ night/darkness ✗ being in one place for too long ✗ upper class people ✗ sharks ✗ the royal navy ✗ close quarter combat ✗ serious situations ✗ books ✗ being mocked for not being able to read

Q U I R K S ||
-- plays with her earring when bored
-- always seems to have energy
-- rarely seen sleeping below deck or in her quarters

F E A R S ||
-- sharks
-- being forgotten
-- dying slowly

S T R E N G T H S ||
-- Jack Of Traits: It is known across the ship that Rosia is known as a jack of trades, one of the reasons she goes by Jack. She is well versed in most things around the ship, knowing enough to help out whenever help is needed and may even take over if the person who mainly does it is out of commission for whatever reason.
-- Agility/Speed: Being small, Rosie had to learn that most people will be stronger than her, so she figured she mind as well be fast and agile to counteract her small stature. She is able to climb with ease and able to easily dodge most cutlasses.
-- Marksman: Rosia has trained and trained her marksman skill, missing a shot can mean life or death on the high seas. Though she is still reliable with a cutlass in combat, her skills with a pistol are better, and she much rather have a pistol in her hand than a cutlass.

W E A K N E S S E S ||
-- Master of None: Even though she may be well versed in a lot of things and doesn’t focus on one aspect, this leads to her not being exceptional at any job either. For example, she wouldn’t be able to all the rigging perfectly herself, but she is able to lend her hand to the rigger.
-- Leading: Rosia isn’t one to want to lead a group and would rather be given orders than to give them out. This doesn’t mean it stops her from whispering ideas, good and bad, into people’s ears and encouraging them.
-- Moral Compass: Growing up without much for a parental figure and always just doing stuff to either survive or to be entertained led Rosia to not being able to understand “doing the right thing” and “right vs. wrong.”
-- Reading: Rosia self-taught just about everything she learned before she got aboard The Stardust, but one thing she never got interested in was reading. She knows how to read numbers, K means King, Q means Queen, and J means Jack from cards games, and lastly the four main cardinal directions.






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| Trickster - Fun - Devil’s Advocate - Chaotic - Outgoing|

Rosia really has only one side that people see, she’s not all about putting on a front for other people and rarely hides who she is. When it comes to work she is a reliable hand that can be called upon to help with any task. She rarely complains about work that she is asked to around the ship unless it is meaningless and if there is something else that is more important that needs to be addressed.
Loyalty among pirates isn’t known by many, and Rosia has a light and complex grasp on the idea. She isn’t particularly loyal to Captain James of The Stardust, but more of to the Stardust itself. She is also very loyal to those few that are close to her, willing to do many things for them. When the idea of mutiny first whispered from one person, Rosia continued the whisper, passing it on and making it more and more appealing. In her mind it would be a fun change, and this lost treasure sounds perfect.
Around the ship, Rosia likes to have fun. The occasional trick and prank around to lighten the mood of the crew. She also isn’t one to turn down a card game or other game of chance. But this doesn’t mean she is an optimistic and will easily speak her mind outloud, regardless of who is around, leading to multiple arguments.
Being a Devil’s advocate is a fun little game Rosia likes to play. Whether this is light gossip about what one person said about another to have them argue/maybe even fight, convincing another crew member that they have to do something stupid to prove themselves, all around it is fun for Rosia.
Lastly, Rosia doesn’t go on about making up stories and lies for no reason, or to get out of trouble, she tends to be very honest with her crew mates and most people. But if she can tell small white lie to get a reaction out of someone about what someone else said or was going to do, there isn’t much that would stop her.



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Image Image Image Rosia grew up on the streets of New Haven as an orphan and beggar. As she tried to live and survive on the streets, she resented anyone who was upper class and taking everything for granted as she suffered. She hated when they would look down upon her and shove past her. While she learned to survive on her own, she quickly learned how to play someone’s ear to get them to do things. Not only to get things she wanted, but also to do things that entertained her, whether these things be good or bad. Because of this, she never really got a grasp of a moral compass or of what is considered right or wrong.

As she got into her early teens Rosia quickly learned that she could learn things very quickly and get an understanding of them. From things like lockpicking and tying knots to basic math and learning how to patch herself up after scuffles with the town guard and other citizens.

Over time Rosia learned to hate how New Haven was and ended up hitching a ride on a small pirate crew for a trip to Timber Bay. She learned things here and there about ships and the ocean and just loved it all. After ending up in Timber Bay Rosia was able to have more fun persuading drunks to do more dumb things and earn some coin here and there learning and selling local information. One night there was a pirate crew that stopped off to sell and celebrate. While Rosia had seen her fair share of crews, there was something about them that caught her attention and she wanted in. Rosia knew the basics about the pirate life from one crew she rode with, and the numerous crews that would pass through.

Rosia decided to approach the crew and become part of it. She was able to convince a few patrons to send the crew that walked some ale, spinning some tales here and there about them, or offering empty favors. After taking a pistol off of a random drunk and passed out pirate from a different crew, she offered her services. At first she didn’t have much to offer but talked her way around and somehow convincing them to take her on, her joining the crew of The Stardust.

At first, Rosia was given small tasks to do, but quickly got bored. When she would finish a task, she would go about and just do something else, and learning from it. After awhile the Captain James learned he couldn’t just keep Rosia on one task, she would go about and show she was useful on many things. The crew quickly caught onto this, having Rosia do a mix of different jobs because they knew of her talents of most things, quickly becoming the Jack of Trades among the ship and getting the alias Jack.

So begins...

Rosia Hienrik's Story

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Once Tessa had taken her hat, Eva laced her fingers behind her back. She stayed still when Tessa went face to face with Meg. Her heart sped up as she grew nervous for Tessa. As she listened to Tessa’s “long answer”, she was grateful the woman didn’t give Vale away. The story was simple, and Eva reran it in her head. She knew the details of the short story could become important later. When Meg replied, Eva wondered if they should just tell her the truth. Would Vale get in more trouble if Meg found out later? Maybe it wouldn’t matter later when, if, Meg found out. She pushed her thoughts away. Evangeline just watched as Meg helped Rosia from her predicament. She was glad to see that Rosia was okay after her tussle with Tessa.

Evangeline listened to Tessa as they followed Meg up to the dock. She couldn’t help the huge grin that graced her lips when Tessa said please. She wondered for a second if she could teach Tessa manners. Before she gave the idea anymore thought, she simply nodded in reply to Tessa. Once they were on the deck, Eva found Vale and gave her the hat. She quickly left Vale’s side once she gave her the hat. Eva knew she couldn’t explain what happened to Vale at that moment. Vale questioning her would likely have caused suspicion from Rosia and or Meg as well. She didn’t need Vale to get in trouble. Evangeline stroked Mango’s little head as she listened to Meg speak. She had wanted to go on the island, but knew she’d be more of a help on the ship. Eva didn’t plan on going against Meg’s orders either.

All the blood seemed to have left Eva’s face, hands, and feet when Meg described Tessa’s punishment. Eva felt herself go cold. She couldn’t help, but fear for Tessa’s safety. Her own fear of heights made the fear worst. Evangeline pushed away the memory of what happened to Victoria when they were little girls. It was easy to do so as Meg came up to her then. Evangeline listened and knew she would be staying. James had mentioned Meg was on a suicide mission. I’ll be heading for death with Vale and Tessa. If I can save one of their lives on this journey, then staying will be worth it.

As she thought, she watched Mama Jules deal out Tessa’s punishment. A chill ran down her back and her stomach tightened into a hard knot. She couldn’t watch Tessa just hang there. She’d be too tempted to take her down, and she knew that’d piss Meg off. She stroked Mango’s head once more as she went off to find Sharktooth. The woman had mentioned she wanted to catch some fish once they were docked. When Sharktooth decided they caught enough fish, they stopped working. Eva wiped the sweat from her face. She took in a deep breath as she took in the salty scent of the ocean. The scent was pleasant to her. As she looked around the ship, she spotted Tessa. Evangeline smiled. She was glad her punishment was over. Her gaze then went to blue ocean as she saw the crew’s boats approaching.

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XXXXThe past four days have gone rather smooth, too smooth if you asked Vale. After discovering Eva onboard Meg let the lass stay which surprised Valentina but also gave her a sense of relief and a slightly different outlook towards Hellfire. There was no telling what would have happened if her captain actually tried something that day and Vale wouldn’t want to kill her other family. When Meg took her knife out the navigator's hand was already set on the hilt of her blade. She even almost got up when Rosia placed her hand on her pistol, they wouldn’t have known what hit em since Vale was behind all of them but she was glad she waited and let things play out.

Now she was sitting in her usual spot by the helm plotting a course, though she was basically done, looking over a copy of the map she made just in case. It wasn’t as colorful and was still in its rough stages, if you ask Vale. Then there was Eva who Vale felt was avoiding her. Smart on Eva’s part but Vale’s noticed her bothering Tessa a good bit which made her feel left out, especially since they took mango, her only source of company. At the same time Vale is still just glad to have her alive and well.

Valentina snapped out of her thoughts once the captain called out to her crew. She stood and grabbed her jacket, tucking the papers inside it and slipping it over her shoulders, leaving the front open. Vale made her way over, hand resting idly on the hilt of her blade. She was already becoming attached, especially since it was given to her by Evangeline. Upon hearing her name be announced along with the people who were going on land, Valentina felt relieved that she could go do something rather than stare at her maps and charts all day wondering when Hellfire was going to catch her off guard with the whole sneaking the stowaway onto the ship thing.

That relief didn’t last long as the next things to leave her mouth were "Tessa is to hang by her ankles from the mast while we are gone.” It made Vale's stomach sink, did the captain find out about what they did? And If so why was Tess the only one being punished? She listened as Hellfire explained the charges. Guilt filled her as well as exaspiration for Tessa. It was stupid of her to not only take full responsibility for Vale's decision... but also for tying the first mate up. Vale made a mental note to apologize to Rosia when she saw her next. Hellfire went on to explain the reason for their stopping: a supply run on the island. Vale turned to return to her mapmaking, but stopped short when Meg requested she join her on land.

Before they boarded the long boats, Vale looked towards where Tessa stood stoicly in preparation for her punishment. She nearly jumped out of her skin when Eva came up with Mango and Tessa's hat. Vale smiled, gave the bird a pet, and thanked Eva before her friend, her sister, wandered off through the crouded deck. She waved the hat towards Tessa signalling she hat recieved it and would take care of it, but Tessa's attention was diverted. Vale ignored her feelings of guilt for now. It would distract from the task at hand and... she'd have to remember to talk to Tess later.

Once they arrived to the island, they set off towards the bunkers. Meg pressed a list of goods into her hand, apology written in her eyes. Vale simply nodded in response. Nameless and Bill went to work moving the larger things while Vale filled a sack with the things Vera had requested of them. Rosia was helping as well. She had brought over a bottle filled with golden rum, and Vale rubbed the dirt from the label so she could see properly. Grinning she replied, "Aye, but not just any rum. The finest Spanish Rum gold can buy." She smiled at her. "Good find. Lets keep it away from Bill. He'd drink the whole thing before anyone else."

As the sun began to make a descent, they began to finish up their supply run. Meg and Sunni appeared not to long after. Vale smirked. If she didn't know any better she would've thought they had gone off on a little shore fun. But Meg and Sunni were too insecure for that. Meaning, they didn't want to damage their friendship. The thought brought Tessa to mind and she gazed towards the ship. I'm coming, Tess. She thought. As they headed towards the boats, Vale felt the sand give a little beneath her feet and a creak rang through the air.

Curious, she dusted off some of the sand and found there to be another bunker. This one appeared untouched. Grinning, she lifted the lid, from a first glance, she noticed medical supplies. Herbs, bandages, pale alcohols for cleaning. Her grin faded, and she dropped the lid with a thud, as something pierced into her side. After a short search she found the culprit to be... a dart? Thing must've been booby trapped. She thought. She called out to Meg and Sunni about the medical supplies and then made her way to the boat.

As she walked, her steps started feeling heavier. Vale chalked it up to being exhausted from helping Bill and Nameless move goods. Once they were on the boat, however, her head started swimming. She couldn't possibly be seasick. She spent her whole life on a boat. Then she heard Rosia say, “Why isn’t Riggknot hangin’?” Vale looked up. There was, in fact, not Tessa hanging from the mast. Vera must've let her drop early. She smiled weakly at the thought. Worry had dulled the joy. Hellfire might turn her blazing gaze on Vera next. Vale loved her captain, but the woman was terrifying when she was angry.

She had just barely made it to the deck, her head was spinning and her arms felt no more rigid than the rope they used. "Capt'n..." She slurred, "Somethings--" And then Vale collapsed on the deck.

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XXXXMeg's smile was soft a first. Guilt at Sunni's having to stay in medbay so often while they were on land dulled the edges. She claimed their find would be worth it which made Meg feel just a little bit better. A flush crawled up her face as Sunni mentioned liking to look at beautiful things, with her gaze trained on Meg. She handed her one of the flowers she had picked and Meg brought it up to her nose to sniff it. It didn't have much of a smell, but it was beautiful. Meg's first instinct was to tuck it behind her own ear, but the red would probably get lost in the red of her hair. So instead, she reached out, brushing Sunni's hair back from her ear and sliding the stem of the poppy behind it. Her pulse raced, her heart beating so loudly that even with the birds singing, she was sure Sunni could hear it. Being here, surrounded by life and sounds, the sunlight streaming through the treetops like a spotlight on her friend. On the girl who undoubtedly held her heart. If only Meg had the guts to tell her. Her fingers paused on Sunni's cheek, her hand cupping her face. It took everything in her not to close the space between them and kiss her.

She forced herself to pull her hand away and made her way out towards the others. "We should check on the others. Have to make sure Bill isn't drinking all the rum and Rosia isn't stuffing her pockets." It was largely a joke. She knew that Rosia would never go against her orders, but the thought of the woman with pockets full of different things she found only because they were things to take... made her smile a little. "How's the find?" She asked no one in particular. When she saw they had pretty much finished, guilt hit Meg between her shoulder blades. She hadn't been there to help them like a captain should. Like a quartermaster would have. Instead, she was picking flowers with her surgeon in the middle of an island jungle. She had responsibilities to her crew. She had to remind herself not to stray from them again.

As they made their way towards the boats, Vale had called out to them about a medical supply bunker. Despite her warnings to herself, she turned and grinned at Sunni. "Lets see what they have." The bunker was full of different medical supplies. Enough that they could take a quarter and it would probably still go unnoticed. However, Meg instructed Sunni to take what she needed. If something was too big or there was too much, Meg carried it for her. Once on the boats, Meg was full of pride. They had a good amount of supplies. Enough water to last them a good while. Medical supplies. Food. Each other... she thought, glancing at Sunni again. Meg warred internally with herself, debating whether or not she should finally tell her. Maybe it would help Meg stay in the right mindset when Sunni rejected her. The thought hurt. And the if Sunni rejected her, filled her with a buzz of nerves.

She was pulled from her thoughts as Rosia commented on Tessa no longer hanging. Meg looked up with a start. She was right. There was no Tessa hanging from the mast. Anger coursed through Meg as she wondered if Vera had even honored the punishment, to begin with. Meg was the first one on board, her fiery gaze searching for Vera. Once they landed on Tess, hatless and working hard in the sunlight and Vera working beside her. All the of the anger left her. Instead, she was left with a feeling of... emptiness. What good was a captain without respect from her crew? What good was a friend if she couldn't trust them? Instead of confronting them, she turned to make her way towards her quarters. She needed to be alone for a moment.

That's when she heard the thud. She turned, thinking Bill or Philip had dropped something. Panic and worry filled her at the sight of the unconscious Valentina on her deck. "Vale..." She whispered at first as the panic set in. "Vale!" She yelled, running to her navigator's side. The woman was pale, her breathing slow, and her skin was clammy. "Sunni! Tell me something! Anything." She touched Vale's face. Softly at first and then decided to see if one good smack would rouse her. She groaned but remained unresponsive. "Don't you die on me." She whispered so quietly that only Sunni would hear her. She thought back to the island. What could have happened? Was Vale sick before and just hadn't mentioned it? No... no she had been fine... right?

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Their moment alone, among the trees and the flowers and the sunlight, with Meg's hand on her cheek, made Sunni feel light-headed and breathless. It felt surreal, like a dream. There was a moment when Sunni was nearly leaning in to kiss Meg- and then reality returned as Meg moved her hand away and said they should check on the others. She stayed quiet as Meg checked on the others- but seeing the medical bunker they found made her break into a grin and made her good mood return. Taking as much as she deemed they could get away with, she carried it back to the boat with Meg's help.

Their discovery that Tess was no longer hanging changed the atmosphere. It suddenly felt like the hours before a storm, where everybody knows it's coming and nothing can be done. Meg would surely be furious, and a force to contend with. Juggling what she could, she started making her way down to the medbay, anxious to get away from the confrontation. But a thud, a sickening sound that Sunni instinctively knew wasn't just their precious stolen goods, made her turn, already running. Vale had collapsed, and Sunni's gut was telling her this wasn't good. She reached their navigator at the same time as Meg. "No-" she tried before Meg slapped her, before shaking her head. "Did she eat or drink anything on the island?" She asked, almost ordered, at those who had been around her. Meg's comment did nothing to settle Sunni's feeling of unease.

"Somebody, help me get her down to the medbay!" She yelled, already thinking. Vale had been apparently fine a few minutes ago, so this had to be fast onset. A weak pulse and weak breathing wasn't good. Then she remembered a conversation she'd overhead what felt like a long time ago, when she'd still been serving ale to rowdy sailors. The land king's men had made a rare stop off at the tavern, and had been boasting about all the ways they were going to catch and kill pirates. Traps. Nets and tripwires and...

Poison. She swore to herself in her native language, trying her best not to alert Meg. Trusting somebody would carry Vale down after her, Sunni all but sprinted down the steps down to the medbay, where she started opening books and searching through pages and passages. If she knew exactly what the poison was, she could cure it. But the symptoms were so generic, and so dangerous. Even Sunni felt unsure, and that wasn't good.

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With the dirty water poured overboard and sight of the boats coming back to the crew, Tessa was preparing herself for a word. She knew perfectly well that Meg - The Captain - would not be happy seeing her down from hanging already. That and she really hoped that Meg wouldn't need to punish Vera now too. Maybe I can convince her that I had talked Vera into letting me down? No no, somethin' tells me Vera wouldn't like that. Maybe we should just be honest..? Tessa tried working out how the confrontation will go in her head. She felt that either way, whether she honest or not, it's going to be trouble.

With Meg and all coming back aboard, she was surprised when she saw Meg turn the other way. Was she not going to confront them? Part of Tessa felt guilty about that. But that left her when she saw Vale come aboard. Tessa's eyes narrowed as she watched her. Something wasn't right. And not a full moment later, Vale dropped. Without a second thought, Tessa made her way across the deck hurriedly. She got there just in time to see Meg give her a good smack across the face. If it had been at any other time, if it had been anyone else, and if it hadn't been a clearly unconscious Vale, Tessa would have slapped back, maybe even go as far to beat said abuser unconscious with the words of "No one's allowed to touch her." But this was different.

With wide eyes and everyone gathering around like they were, Tessa just watched unsure of what to do, hoping Sunni would bring some ease. But hearing her yell for someone to help her take down to med bay however, Tessa got even more scared. Then Bill stepped up to carry Vale without a word and, though Tessa was grateful, she let out a soft mutter of "Please don't drop her," then she followed closely behind them as they made their way down. She hoped - no, she prayed that Sunni would be able to do something, anything to help Vale. But she couldn't help but think the worse. What'll happen if I lose her? She thought. No, no, I can't. I won't. This kept going back and forth in her mind as she walked, or ran, behind Bill with Vale in his arms. "You need to be okay," She said quietly looking at Vale just as they made it to med bay.

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XXXX"Just. Fucking. Brilliant," Meg muttered under her breath as another wave bashed into the side of the ship. Her hands were already cramping from holding on to the helm so tightly. The salt water and force of the waves weren't helping. She gritted her teeth as she locked her stance in an attempt to be immovable. She had relieved Philip not too long ago. Can't have one man at the helm at a time like this. Too long and he could weaken and lose control. It was best to take shifts. It would've been better to have her navigator on deck but since the island... Meg shook her head and thoughts flew into the sea of her mind. She couldn't think about Vale now. She couldn't allow the guilt to gnaw at her bones.

Her crew needed her.

The storm had been raging only a short while, but it was one of the strongest--if not the strongest-- storms Meg had ever sailed in. "Bill! Make sure every man has a lifeline!" She called out to her Boatswain. "I don't want to lose a single crew member to the sea!" She grunted under the weight of the wheel and suddenly regretted her decision to take over. "Philip!" She called out to her crew, hoping he wasn't far and that the wind wouldn't cover her shout. "Either take the wheel back or find someone who can!" She wasn't about to voice her regret. "Julian! Stow the guns!" She tried to make a tally of her crew based on what she could see, but a wave slapping into the side of the ship sent salt water stinging into her eyes and she resisted the urge to rub them with her hands. After all, they were a little preoccupied.

She knew that Sunni was in the med bay working on a way to fix Vale. She hoped her rigger was out--already tied to the ship-- and finishing up on the masts before the winds tore 'em in two. Bill was on deck, she could hear him giving orders to the [NPC] crew. Philip had been relieved of his position temporarily, though Meg did wish he'd take it back. She wasn't sure where Vera was but prayed she was safe. Same went for her first mate, wherever she was hiding. She hoped little Rudy had been the first to be tied to the ship since he was so small. Her heart suddenly ached for her crew. If only she could lock 'em up like James so she knew where they were and that they were safe instead of this chaos.

James... the poor sod was still down in the brig. Meg ignored her wonderings--not for the first time, mind you--if their bad luck the past few days had been due to the fact that Midas was below decks as a prisoner and not above them and free. Which also brought to mind little Eva who had taken to following Vera around the ship. Meg still couldn't believe that Tessa hadn't told her about the stowaway and she also couldn't believe that Vera would disobey her orders like that. A bit of her hellish flame went out. No one was taking her seriously. Maybe she wasn't going to be the captain she thought she could be.

Without respect, how could she keep a ship in order and a crew from falling apart?

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Before anyone could say anything about the supplies, Tessa not hanging off the mass, or when they would set sail, a heavy thud was heard back behind Rosia and Meg. When Rosia turned around Vale was on the ground and out, and people were quickly around her asking questions about what had happened while they were on the island and if she was okay. “Oi? Nay, she ain’t drink or eat anything on the island, nor did she seem uncomfortable durin’ the time.” Rosia spoke up, but people were already scrambling to get her below deck. Thought Tessa wasn’t one to show any emotion besides annoyance or anger, Rosia could tell she was a little distraught about what just happened with Vale, but Rosia knew there wasn’t anything else to really do.

“Ey, while they are taking care of Tempest below deck, I sayin’ we gettin’ ready to sail. Not wanna be here when the owners return.” Rosia said out loud, then walking over to her Captain. “If ye need to head below deck makin’ sure Tempest will be okay, I can get Nameless started sailin’ Captain and I can get the sails.” Rosia whispered to Meg before scurrying off, taking a light glance at Vera before quickly climbing the mast to check the sails and get the rigging ready.

Everything happened so quickly. First, she saw her fellow crewmates boarding the ship. Vera decided to approach her captain before anything else. She knew she was going to be in big trouble for what she did with Tessa’s punishment. However, before she even opened her mouth to defend her position, Valentina hit the deck quite literally. Vera felt a pit form in her stomach. Illness terrifies her, for she knows there’s nothing she can do to help. With this amount of stress built up, Vera instinctually sought out someone to cling to. However, everyone was too busy with the hustle and bustle of getting ready to set sail. It seemed as if everyone was attempting to scatter away from her. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Rosia doing just as the others were. With a frown, Vera turned and made her way toward her kitchen. She might as well make herself busy as well. People need to eat.


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The following days were tense to say the least. Vera did her best to busy herself even more, but it seemed the more she busied herself, the more people drifted away from her. Tessa was busy worrying over Vale which was understandable to say the least. Vera wanted to visit her and did a few times, but they were short lived. Not only did she not want to get in Sunni’s way, but she still can’t get over the way that her skin crawled as she saw her good friend lying there limply. But, no matter how she felt, people would still grow hungry. So Vera did her best to keep her head down and cook, cook, cook. Even if she didn’t need to, she kept cooking.

“Water.” Vera mumbled to herself, entirely monotone. She didn’t even look up from the vegetables she was dicing. “I need more water.” She repeated. After a tense sigh, she put the knife down and wiped her hands off on her apron. Vera exited the kitchen, her gaze following the floor. Before reaching the stairs, someone else’s feet came into view. Her head jerked up to see Rosia. It was the first time she was within 10 feet of the younger woman in the past few days. It was as if she was avoiding Vera entirely, and she couldn’t help but ache for her presence. “You!” She must have sounded crazy, practically shouting that so suddenly. “Come with me.” This time, her voice was a touch quieter, but it still carried this firm, ordering tone. Without waiting for a response from Rosia, she grabbed her wrist and physically dragged her back to the kitchen where they wouldn’t be interrupted. Once they were inside, Vera shut the door and turned to the younger woman. “Have you been avoiding me?” Vera was never one to dance around the subject.

Rosia was below deck looking through numerous rooms for some more rope to take up on deck but wasn’t finding much. As she was walking back towards the stairs she was startled when someone raised their voice towards her. Rosia looked up and saw Vera, but before she could say anything she basically told her to follow her and then dragged her into the kitchen, closing the door and standing in front of it.

“Been avoiding ye? I mean I’m not hanging around with people who disobey the cap’n.” Rosia said as she tried to walk around Vera to leave the kitchen. Truth was Rosia was sort of avoiding her, she was purposely not hanging around Vera because she was a little upset and such with Vera taking down Tessa. Though Rosia did miss being around her and the help learning to read.

Vera, a bit too fast, pressed her palm into the door to keep Rosia from opening it. She thanked to gods momentarily for the extra inches she had on the shorter woman. “Rosia,” She started, almost sternly, before a mixture of guilt and sadness landed on her shoulders. “I’m sorry, Rosia, please
” It was almost a plea for forgiveness as she looked down at Rosia, her soft eyes locking with hers. “I didn’t
 I didn’t want to disobey M-... the captain. I just couldn’t sit there and watch Tessa hanging.”

“Ey!” Rosia stepped back and huffed after Vera denied her to leave, crossing her arms as Vera said her name, and continued talking and explaining her case. “Then go below deck if ye don’t want to watch. A captain needs a crew that would trust. First Tessa ties me up, then you take Tessa down.” Rosia sighed for a second before continuing, “I trust you, I like you. But Hellfire is our captain. She’s leadin’ us to that treasure, we do as she says
” Rosia trailed off, her facial expression getting a little sorrow, turning around and her back to Vera.

Vera felt her heart throb a bit when Rosia told her she could trust her. She, for just a moment, felt as if taking Tessa down had betrayed that trust. But then she remembered seeing her friend hang there, and it reminded her of the archaic punishments she was all too familiar with. Punishments that didn’t work. If they had, she wouldn’t be standing there today. “I trust Captain as well, and I trust you too. Just because I trust the two of you doesn’t mean we won’t disagree on some things.” She did her best to explain her point of view. “I didn’t agree with Tessa tying you up, but I also didn’t agree with tying her up. Just tying up in general
 it's not something I agree with. So sitting there and watching Tessa hang
 It hurts me.”

Even though Rosia wasn’t facing Vera, she listened very closely. Vera’s last comment caught her attention more so the rest of what she said, turning around and taking a closer step to Vera. “You did what you thinkin’ was right... But what you mean hurts?” Rosia asked sincerely. Rosia wasn’t one to dig into people’s life’s, but this caught her attention, and she did care for and about Vera.

As Rosia spoke and took a step toward Vera, she felt her throat tighten. She needed to swallow hard and took a small, subtle step back. Her gaze drifted back to the floor, and her now free hands interlocked together tightly. “I
” Vera hesitated. Her voice seemed somehow smaller than it had been before. “I just
 I know what it’s like to be punished
” The words came out as a hushed whisper, but not before she tucked her hands under her armpits, as if she was hugging herself.

Rosia raised her eyebrow inquisitively, a little confused with Vera’s words. Rosia tried to think about a time her former captain, Midas, had punished her but couldn't recall that ever happening. Then it finally clicked in Rosia’s head, she gasped and covered her mouth. “Before the Stardust?” Rosia asked, but pretty sure she knew the answer was yes. She had never asked anyone their past, even though she was pretty sure some of the ship knew that she grew up on side alleys and streets.

Vera still refused to look at the younger woman, this time turning her glare to the wall. Her throat felt just as tight and dry, causing her to swallow hard several times. “Yes, before the Stardust
” She muttered, not once moving her line of sight. She tensed her arms, squeezing her upper body.

Rosia looked down at the ground, she knew right now Vera was feeling down, but wasn’t sure what to do. She wasn’t one to really deal with many emotions, the only ones shes ever dealt with were mostly anger and whatever sarcasm and scoff she learned. “I
 uh
” Rosia stuttered for a second before going silent. She looked back up at Vera and grabbed one of her hands and squeezed it lightly.

The grabbing of her hand certainly wasn’t something Vera had expected. In fact, it made her jump just a touch at the sudden contact, even though it had been done out of kindness and not anger. It took a few seconds, but Vera allowed herself to relax a little, squeezing Rosia’s hand. By the time she spoke again, she still hadn’t let go, “I’m sorry I disobeyed the Captain, but I think you understand why I had to. And I would do the same thing a thousand times over. But it doesn’t change how I feel about the Captain, or this journey, or the treasure, or the mutiny.” She had regained some of her composure, so she wasn’t quite whispering anymore. There was a resolve in her tone. Although she was in this vulnerable state, she still held fast to her morals. However, her voice softened once more, this time not with sadness or fear, but with something else. “And it doesn’t change how I feel about you, Rosia. You’re
 you’re something special to me, and it hurts me, perhaps more, to know that you were trying to avoid me.” Then she sighed once more, lifting Rosia’s hand and touching the back of it to her cheek. “If you’re ever upset with me, I want you to talk to me. Avoiding me won’t fix or change anything, ok?”

A smile appeared across Rosia’s face when Vera spoke back, hearing that she was no longer saddened, and that she was sorry for disobeying the captain. But as Vera continued to talk, especially about how she felt about Rosia, Rosia’s face began to turn red a little, blushing from Vera’s comments. “Aye, sorry for that
” She spoke up finally, looking up at Vera.

Vera smiled much wider than before. “Thank you, Rosebud.” She teased the younger woman, her smile shifting somewhat to a playful smirk. “Come here, you.” Without waiting for a response from Rosia, Vera used her grip on the brunette’s hand to pull her into a firm hug. She wrapped her free arm around her shoulders, letting her cheek rest on the side of Rosia’s head.

Rosia smiled as Vera pulled her in, but before she could say anything they were both knocked aside and lost their balance as a rough wave hit the side of the ship, Rosia had forgotten about the raging storm they were in the middle of. After regaining her balance Rosia spoke up again, “Aye, should be gettin’ back up top to help with the storm, Cap’n probably wondering where I at.” Rosia said as she quickly stood up and rushed out the room, she poked her head back in for a second after walking out. “Ey. After storm goes away, I’ll be back down for more learnin’.” Rosia said with a smile before darting back towards the upper deck.

As Rosia reached the deck, a wave a water washed across the deck and water hitting her in the face. Rosia was one of the few on the ship that enjoyed storms. She would agree they are dangerous and could end in damage and possibly end their voyage, but she loved the cool air, the rough waters, and the rush. “Ey! Not findin’ anymore rope, where ye need me?” Rosia exclaimed, trying to be heard across the ship.”

Although their little embrace was cut short, Vera didn’t have long to be upset. Hearing that Rosia would return later gave her something to look forward to. Even though she was holding onto the counter to keep from being thrown around with the impactful waves, Vera was happy. “I’ll be holding you to that. Now go do your job, lazybones. Carefully!” She shouted the last word as Rosia disappeared down the hall. Vera quickly got to work making sure everything was tied down and secured below deck. Once her kitchen was safe, Vera suddenly remembered that Sunni was still dealing with an ill Vale. Since she knew she wouldn’t be much help on the deck, she shuffled through the halls until she reached the medbay. Without bothering to knock, she, rather uneloquently, tossed the door open. If she hadn’t been use to stormy seas by now, Vera might have been tossed off her feet. But she learned how to move with the ship, keeping herself in a lower, more balanced stance. “Hey doc, need any help?”

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It seemed as if nothing was going right the past few days. First there was Vale. Tessa had been spending almost all her time by Vale's side and doing her best not to get in Sunni's way. She'd hardly even be up on deck, leaving the duties of the rigging to Rosia or Bill or whoever else would be able to help out with it. But now with the storm raging, Tessa had to go up and do her job. Before she went up, she looked over Vale once last time. ”Well I'll be, don't ya look like shit,” Tessa said in a soft voice and a small smile on her face. She then took her hand and moved a stray strand of hair away from Vale's face. Tessa's small smile left with a sigh. ”I'll be back once the storm calms,” she said this a little louder so Sunni could hear it as well. Then she pulled her hand away, looked over Vale one last time, then made her way up.

Looking over the ship in its chaos, she could just see Meg take over the helm through the mist and water. And she could see the sails being blown about. ”Fuck,“ Tessa muttered under her breath. She made her way past crew to the main sail. Making her way up quickly, she beat herself up a bit forgetting about lifelines in the chaos as she could just hear Meg ordering Bill to make sure everyone had one. Grabbed a rope that was tied to the mast and tied it around herself quickly and tightly then braced herself as the ship rocked and a wave rushed over the deck from below. She could see some of the newer crew having trouble staying on their feet. And though she wanted to warn some of them she had a job she had to focus on first. Now more than ever did she feel she had to be 100-and-ten-percent. The sails where getting tied up quickly.

A bit later she was caught a bit off guard however hearing Jules call her, she looked over to Meg at the helm seeing Julian step up. ”Oy! Cap'n! Jules!“ She called to them from up on the sails. She was more or less just letting them know where she was and that she was on it. But now wasn't the time to go about talking.

As the ship rocked again, she went about hurriedly pulling up the last sail and tying them tight. The last thing they needed was for any of the sails to be torn. Once all the sails were tied she made her way back down to the deck, tying herself to a long life line as she looked over the ship quickly. She began making her way about making sure everyone's lines were tight. When she heard Rosia over the storm, she made her way over as water came over the deck yet again. ”Oy, why not get tied first?!“ Tessa said loudly enough to be heard and tied a rope around Rosia, making sure it was secure and tight. "Sorry if that be a bit too tight or uncomfortable, but we can't have ya fallin' overboard, now can we?" Then Tessa was back to making sure the rigging was tight and making sure everyone was securely tied to the ship as well as making sure anything loose was tied down.

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The winds grew more violent around him as the Dragon tried his best to keep a firm control on the ship. He wasn’t as skilled as Nameless in the ways of maneuvering, nor was he an expert navigator, but he was strong, and had a sense of where they were going from before the storm hit. Water splashed up onto the deck and he leaned on the helm to push into the wind in order to continue heading in the right direction. He wished the storm hit at a more opportune time. After days on the boat with uncertain knowledge about Vale and their destination, everyone seemed more on edge than usual. Julian didn’t blame them, it was normal to become agitated after days of uncertainty, he had certainly been there before, but now was not the time for anger or hesitation.

Of course, the weather waits for no man, and there was nothing much he could do. From below him on deck, the crew was still bustling about, and others had gone below “WAVE! BRACE Y-" came a shout from below, and Julian could do nothing but try and steady the ship as a giant wave crashed onto the deck. He wasn’t worried, the crew was tied off, or at least he wasn’t worried until he watched Bill get torn off the side of the deck into the churning ocean beside the ship.

”Man overboard! Man overboard!” cried Mead, panicking on deck.

”Bill ya fucken fool!” Julian searched around wildly for someone to take over the helm while still holding on. ”Ale! ALE! C’mon lad take over this steering!” Anyone who know the ship well could do it, and he handed off the helm to the first crewperson who arrived. Jules sprinted down onto the deck and grabbed a rope to secure around his waist. He grabbed Rum by the shoulder and dragged him over to the edge, searching down into the water for the body of the boatswain.

"There!” Shouted Rum, pointing into the water, and Jules followed his arm to see the left side of Bill tossing around in the ocean.

”Right then,” Jules gripped Rum’s arm again, keeping his sight on Bill to ensure he didn’t lose the man in the waves. ”Hold onto the end o’ this rope, and tie off too, ta make sure ya don’t get washed away. You keep yer eyes on me, and when I start wavin’, you help me pull that bastard back up here.” Rum nodded and the two men prepared themselves, ensuring the knots were tight and that Rum had a good grip on the rope. The preparation took maybe half a minute, and already Bill was rapidly drifting away from the boat. ”Here we go then!” He dove off the boat and felt the rope pull after him.

It was cold. Julian considered himself to be a decent swimmer, he wouldn’t have joined a sailing crew if he wasn’t at least decent. But these waters were treacherous, and the sea shifted him to and fro, towards and away from his goal of grabbing Bill and hoisting him onboard. He swam as hard as he could, but with the rocking boat and churning water. By the time he reached Bill, he was panting with effort and his limbs had gone numb. Bill was unconscious and his lips were blue, and Julian pulled him by the arm to his chest and tugged on the rope, waving with a numb arm up to Rum, who he hoped was still watching from the deck, which he could barely see in the wind and rain. He tried to shout but found he couldn’t after the intense lung work he had to do to make it far enough out, and he instead panted louder.

For a moment, he thought that maybe this was the last moment he would ever have, surrounded by the violent and bitter mistress that is the sea. He clenched Bill with one arm and tried to use the other to swim closer to the boat, moving away from them and pulling the rope taut around his midsection. This was it.

A tug came from the other end of the rope. Rum, with a rush of strength, was pulling them back up. Julian scrambled to find footing on the side of the ship, and the two men managed to heave the extra weight back on deck, tying Bill off immediately so he wouldn’t be thrown over again. Julian lay beside him and spit out water.

”Well done Rum, well done. Go get someone to help, wouldya?” he wheezed, before lying his cheek on the damp deck and passing out cold.

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Rosia stumbled for a second before catching her footing as another wave crashed against the ship. “Mighty great storm we havin’ ‘ere.” Rosia said outloud. She quickly saw a rope go over her and tighten around her waist, turning around and see it was Tessa making sure she would stay with the ship. “Aye yes. Thanks you Riggnot.” Rosia paused for a second and looked around. “I gonna head up the mast to get an eye on this here storm and make sure the riggings hold.” She shot a smile and rushed to the mast. Not many people would be excited for a storm, nor would many pirates willing climb a mast the height of the Stardust’s in the middle of a high sea storm, then again, not many people or pirates were like Rosia.

Climbing the mast wasn’t as easy as it usually was for Rosia, but she was still able to up to the lower sail without losing her grip too much. As she pulled herself up to stand gripping onto the mast, she looked down she could hear Bill giving commands to the gun crew to secure cannons and themselves. Rosia was quickly distracted when she heard a snap and saw one of the rope rigs on the fore sail broke loose, opening a portion of the sail. “Fuck these wet ropes and their wet mothers.” Rosia mumbled to herself as she quickly danced across sail to get to the loose rigging. Though he knots weren’t as good as Tessa’s Rosia knew hers would be able to hold unto this storm was done.

As Rosia fixed the sail after a couple close calls, and another mighty strong wave hitting the ship Rosia was quickly distracted with hearing Mead yell something and seeing Julian run and jump off the ship. It didn’t take long for Rosia to figure out what had just happened, someone went overboard. “Aye! Someone help Dragon and Rum!” Rosia shouted as untangled herself and worked herself back to the center of the mast to climb down. When someone goes overboard, it doesn’t take long for the situation to unfold, but during a storm the situation can quickly go form bad, to worse, to over, and not in a good way. Rosia hoped by the time she got down from the mast Julian would be back on the ship and all would be fine.

When Rosia finally reached the deck, she had to untangle her rope first before she could head over to make sure all was good. Thankfully Rum had some help and was able to pull Julian and the person who had gone overboard back up, seeing it was Pyrite. “You two crazy bastards goin’ for a swim in this storm? Couple of ye get them below deck and figure out where Nameless went. I gotta take over the wheel a hopefully get us out of here soon.” Rosia barked out as she rushed to the helm to try to get control over the ship. Next to Phillip, she was the next best helmsman on the ship in her opinion.