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Adair Skye

"Blades don't run out of bullets."

0 · 567 views · located in End of the 17th century in the Mediterranean

a character in “Wanted: The Songstress and the Pirates”, as played by legacy14


❝ Sometimes, making an escape is about being willing to do what the guy chasing you won’t.❞


❝What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet.❞
- William Shakespeare

❝Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.❞

Full Name: Adair Skye

Nicknames: Skye, Crow

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Height: 6'0

Weight: 176

Hair Color: Dusky Red

Eye Color: Emerald Green/Red

Skin Tone: White, Slightly Tanned

Role/Race: Regular Pirate: Lookout (Will Erase if necessary)/Demon

❝Beware, so long as you live, of judging men by their outward appearance.❞
- Jean de la Fontaine

❝The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.❞

Standing at an even six feet, Adair is around average to above average height for a normal guy, but can add several inches when his hair is standing on end. The hair mentioned is a darker, dusky red that seems to adjust in brightness depending on the light he's standing in. His hair seems to have a mind of its own, regardless of how he decides to style it. Usually he just shakes it out and let's it fall as it will, but on occasion, it will stand up and spike itself save for a lock in front. Only one of his eyes is visible to anyone looking on and is a deep green in color that always has a mischievous look to it. An eye patch covers the right eye due to an incident he was involved in years ago. The eye itself is dyed completely red except for the black center containing his pupil and works well enough for sight, yet he still covers it due to its appearance. A small scar can usually be seen peeking out above the eye patch as well, another remnant of the incident. Aside from the somber-looking right eye, his face is almost always set in a smile with the corners of his mouth always upturned.

Despite the need to devour any and all food in sight, Adair is in fantastic shape and his body is a direct reflection of this fact. Sporting a lean and athletic frame, it isn't hard to tell that underneath his clothing he is easily toned and muscled from head to toe. His limbs, on the other hand, are slightly longer than average, offering him a longer reach and stride. Due to everything previously mentioned, Adair is not ashamed to shed his attire and show himself off to the world, especially if there are any women around. Couple this for his love of the outdoors, and Adair has developed a nice base skin tone for being in the sun and tanning his skin slightly. This serves nicely to compliment his hair color and causes it to stick out even further than already. There is a small silver chain that can be seen poking out of his clothes at times.

A simple button-down shirt with comfortable pants. Usually wearing somewhat worn-out clothes with an occasional scarf and bandanna to appease his comfort desire. Almost always wears his eye patch.

Distinct Markings:
Scarred right eye that is dyed almost completely red. It is covered by an eye patch. Scar on his lower right ankle.

❝Do not take life too seriously. You will never get out of it alive.❞
- Elbert Hubbard

❝Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment.❞

  • Apples
  • Battles
  • The Outdoors
  • High Places
  • Pretty Women

  • Overly-Hysteric Displays
  • God-Complex egos
  • Boredom
  • Waiting
  • Stuck-Up People

Adair can be described as up front and to the point with a hint of 'what the hell did he just say?!' He tends to do what he wants at any given moment without a care in the world of what might follow. This has often led to quite a few instances where he was forced to tap into his quick-witted side to escape obvious trouble that would quickly follow. Additionally, he seems to have absolutely no filter between his brain and his mouth, often spurting out anything and everything that comes to mind as well as a typically grim sense of humor that he finds nothing wrong with. Add this all together, and no one would be considered wrong when referring to Adair as a train wreck with a smile. These conditions tend to lead to him having a reckless and outgoing nature about him as well, adding to the trouble and mayhem he may cause. He loves being outdoors and being actively engaged in most activities while abhorring boredom and waiting alike.

But like a coin, this is only one side of Adair . The other side of him isn't exactly the complete opposite as heads is to tails, rather it compliments the first side. Being a genuinely joyful person, he enjoys making others laugh, and sometimes, by any means possible. Whether it be a random joke, a friendly gesture, or a full blown random act of recklessness that could potentially end catastrophically for him. Those who know him well understand him as a confidant and a person who is able to be told anything without the danger of it getting out to the general public. He is generally a trusting person that can give an individual the benefit of the doubt, no matter how bad the circumstances may look. Generally, he is seen as laid back and easy going, enjoying the simple beauties in life.

Theme Song:
First Time - Loser

❝A word to the wise ain't necessary - it's the stupid ones that need the advice.❞
- Bill Cosby

❝We are born believing. A man bears beliefs as a tree bears apples.❞

  • Increased Sense of Awareness- Adair is able to sense many changes around him and spot changes or weaknesses both around him, and in varying distances.
  • Very Quick and Agile- He is tough to get a hold of and moves in unorthadox patterns that are hard to keep track of. Often times Adair will be upon an enemy before they have a chance to react or fight back.
  • Incredible Climber- It comes in handy when you constantly scramble up and down the mast of a ship. Adair can easily find handholds and footholds where there is seemingly none to be had.
  • Great Swimmer- He loves the ocean and will often jump off the side of the ship for no other reason than to be pulled along in the water. He can move as easily in the water as he can on solid land.

  • There is a small silver chain that can be seen poking out of his clothes at times
  • He likes to hum random songs because he cannot sing
  • Horrible dancer when put into the spotlight
  • Incredibly stubborn when trying to sleep

❝Our greatest glory is not in never falling, but in rising every time we fall.❞
- Confucius

❝In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on.❞

Growing up in an old port town that no longer exists in this world, Adair had always been mere steps from the sea. It was always his first, and to this day, only love. His father was a naval captain for the long lost noble of the area and often took Adair out on the ships with him where he taught him the workings of each of the different vessels. After a few years, Adair began sailing into battles in defense of their port alongside his father and he quickly began to abhor the strict military life and laws his father was bound to. During one of these battles, Adair boarded an enemy's ship and scrambled up into the crow's nest to dispatch their lookout. Tossing the man over to the long drop below, Adair turned just in time to catch a bit of shrapnel to his right eye as an explosion rocked his father's ship. Taking cover against the remaining blasts, Adair ducked into the crow's nest as enemy crew members scrambled after him. With the enemy completely out of ammunition and explosives, Adair spent the next three days without sleep, food, and little water from rain as he stabbed, bit, and tore at anything that tried coming over the nest's railing.

It was at this time that Captain Skull's ship happened across the drifting graveyard at sea. The threat of Adair had caused the crew to neglect reaching port for fear of him escaping, and thus, caused the majority of them to succumb to various infections as well as the injuries themselves. Adair laughed at how useless the enemy had become without their precious ammunition as he hugged his blades to himself and waved at the incoming pirates. He didn't know where the whistle came from at the dead bodies surrounding Adair, but laughed the same as he told them to take whatever they wished as he stumbled to the captain's quarters. Finding the frightened and pathetic wreck hiding behind his desk, Adair hauled him back up to the deck and threw him overboard as Captain Skulls and his crew watched on. Someone tossed him an apple after the act and Adair savored it as if it was the greatest object on the face of the earth.

Adair now spends his days avoiding as much work as possible as he sits in his perch atop Captain Skulls' ship, shouting the warning to all of any incoming ships.

Thoughts on the Other Characters:
Circe Armeria: "Why's that guy walk so funny?"
Captain Skulls: "Don't call him 'dainty', I've made that mistake before..."
James Uther: "What the hell are we feeding this guy?"
August de Sores: "I'd bet anything this guy eats babies."
Coristo Manter Liema: "Ah, a fellow troublemaker! I was beginning to get lonely."
Maxwell Wynd: "A bit of a stiff, but he always knows where he's going."
(Others TBA)

So begins...

Adair Skye's Story

#, as written by Ever

A small, discontented sigh escaped one weary Circe Armeria (or as she was known on this notorious pirate ship as Arto Briggins) as she trudged away from the bustling crew members to the side rails of the ship, trying to escape the simpering heat that arose from the crowd. Through the slit the two bandanas created, through limited eyesight, Circe could perceive the new crew members were going frantic in an attempt to look productive, all chattering about the infamous Captain Skull's first appearance to their unworthy eyes later tonight. Spinning around, turning her loosely clothed white back to the hustle and bustle, the young woman disguised as a man rested her forearms on the wooden railing of the black ship. Staring out into the vast horizon that was only determined by the mere glittering of the water, she couldn't help but shift uncomfortably due to the tightly wrapped cloth bandages around her chest. This is insane.. why did they have to be so big!? I think my circulation is getting cut off for god sakes., echoed her complaining thoughts. Tucking one boot-clad ankle behind the other, Circe assumed a rather relaxed stance, undoubtedly a peculiar sight for anyone watching.A crew member, a new one at that, bundled up like it was the dead of winter, separated from the rest, surely it was a odd.

Yet another sigh escapes the young woman as her rust colored eyes focused onto the waters surface intently, as if remembering something of importance. And remembering she was. Images of the night that changed her life, the night this very pirate ship attacked Port Bellanine 7 years ago and stole away her first love, flitted through her tortured mind. As the screams of the townspeople rang clear as a bell in her head, Circe instinctively bit down onto her rosebud lower lip, as if in an attempt to drive away such maddening sounds. I'll find you. I promise. Then I'll take revenge for you. Not just for you but for everyone at Port Bellanine. resonated the bitter thoughts, her tongue moving behind the pinstriped cloth that concealed her delicate jawline, as if she was speaking the words. Giving the darkened lumber one last tight squeeze, satisfied with the groan it made, Circe spun on her heels in a motion that was a tad bit too fluid for anyone of the male species to carry out, before rejoining the throng of new members.

Threading her way through the crowd with mild difficulty, her short stature not helping in the slightest, Circe couldn't help but wrinkle her nose in disgust at the appearance and smell of some of these recruits. Disgusting.. typical pirates. Not knowing how to clean oneself properly. she thought, repulsed at the members' lack or teeth, appendages or hair. However, she kept her wits in a graceful manner, keeping her head forward with one leather-gloved hand resting on top of the worn pirate hat, as she managed to break through the crowd. Casting a sideways glance through the protective cloth on her face, this young woman could noticeably see people were staring at her in a incredulous manner, a mix between shock and disbelief painted onto their faces. Of course she could see why; it was well into the upper degrees, every man in sight was bare backed, yet here she was; clothed in a ridiculous amount of layers.

Briefly pausing, Circe's eyes flickered over to the sealed shut Captain's door, natural curiosity overtaking herself. What would this man be like, the one who ruined everything for me? Will he be like the rumors say him to be; a brute? A devils spawn? Maybe Satan himself? she thought grimly. However, the metacognitive state was shattered by the rough pushing of a middle-aged wizen man. Circe stumbled forward, colliding with the bare chest on a palely colored man, and as she looked up into the deep red-hued eyes, she realized with horror it was the second mate; August de Sores.

James Uther
"Hehehe, look at em'. All bunching up to see the captain." Said Reggie.
"The morons, not much to see." Said James, smiling at the little joke. They were standing on the opposite end of the ship, away from the large crowd.
"Not much to see???" Reggie, a moron himself, laughed ridiculously loud, attracting a few glares from the other vets of the crew.
"Shut it, Reggie." Said James. He noticed one of the new recruits step away from everyone and lean against the railing. "Who's that?"
"I dunno..." Said Reggie, interested in anything James seemed to be interested in. "I saw him sign up. Wore the exact same getup. Didn't say much, and what he said, was really kinda hard to hear." He looked at James. "Want me to ask why he's so geared up?"
James was going to respond when the person in question did something no normal person who signed up to be a pirate did: cross legs while staring, seemingly hypnotized, into the water. "Uh... Lets leave him be for now..." James walked over to the railing and looked at where the man was staring. Nothing was strange with the water... The hell makes a man do something like that? The strange one walked back into the throng, pushing and shoving his tiny frame by everyone. "You can ask later though." James said, walking back to the barrel he was leaning against before. He watched one of the new guys push the strange one straight into the chest of the first mate.
"Oh, he's gonna get a rough time now." Said Reggie gleefully.


A few seagulls drifted on the air currents high above the mast of the Black Bermuda as the ship easily slid along the surface of the deep ocean waters. A heat was upon the ship that brought sweat to every man's brow, whether he was busy working, or crowding down on deck as the majority of the crew waited to finally see the man they all called Captain. But high above the ship, in a wooden lookout mounted to the mast, a crow sat in his nest.

Adair pulled the apple he was munching on from his lips and stifled a yawn as the slight breeze above the ship tossed a few strands of the fire red hair about his forehead. He had been up there for some time now, crawling up there to pass out the night before instead of fighting over which dank spot of decking he was going to share with another crew mate. He had only come down to eat earlier that morning and to grab a few bites for later. Staying in the crow's nest was the best way to avoid doing any real work, and it was easily cooler, and much nicer smelling, than on deck with all the mashed bodies moving about. He wasn't overly fond of crowded areas, and he figured the Captain wouldn't smile on Adair for stabbing a fellow crew member...

Boredom tugging at his mind again, Adair began humming a tune from before he could rightly remember and cast his gaze about the horizon once more, hoping to see a ship of any kind. Unfortunately, he was greeted only by the glint of the ocean. Shading his one good eye, he rolled over to steal a look back to the deck. To his surprise, another member was climbing up the netting on the back side of the mast and heading for the crow's nest. As the man caught sight of Adair, he smiled and waved before continuing up. Letting out a slight whistle to catch the man's attention again, Adair dropped the apple core in a perfectly aimed spot right between the man's eyes. Yelping, the man grabbed at his face and fell back to the decking into a few more crew members, raising more than a few shouts in the process.

Laughing it off, Adair was more than amused as the man scrambled back to his feet and motioned a rather rude, but well deserved, gesture in Adair's direction. Ignoring the gesture, Adair spotted the Coristo's cat before calling to the blonde-headed man close to it.

"Yo, Cory!" Adair shouted over the buzz of the crew below, "When's the cap'n supposed to come out?!"

#, as written by Damioa

Coristo was sitting on the captains chambers looking at the sky like he always did around this time. The orange colored sky looked as beautiful as ever. There was something about it that seemed to calm him down on this loud ship full of pirates. He didn't know why though. Thinking hard on it, the sky did have some reminiscent feel to it. It was enough to make him feel sick if he stared to long.

Having chosen to throw away his past and forget about his ex-family and friends, why did it seem to be the things that reminded him of his old life make him feel at ease. Maybe their were some good memories back in that time. 'Pft. Yeah right.' He thought to himself turning over to his side towards the bow of the ship. He watched as the sun seemed to sink into the ocean and smiled a little. As his eyes tried to scan down the sun he saw a newcomer staring out towards the ocean. It wasn't a weird thing to do. Allot of people use the ocean view as a way to calm themselves after all. No, it wasn't weird but their was something the person was doing that was. Crossing one leg over the other? That was indeed a weird thing to do. Well, not a normal cross, like a man would do but their was definitely something weird about how this man was crossing his legs. From the back, you would have thought he was a girl. Coristo knew better however. No women would be allowed on this ship during the sail. Maybe this man was just feminine. If so, surely he wouldn't last long. 'I give him about five minutes.' Cory estimated in his head. Man was it a good guess because not much longer after that, did the newcomer bump into the first mate. 'Oh bother. I hope this doesn't get ugly.' He thought in concern. He wouldn't have cared if he was in his demon persona but he was in a normal state of thought at this time. The mood swings sure did tend to confuse alot of the people on the ship, even him sometimes.

He was going to try to stop what could have ended in a bloody mess on the ship, but he was stopped by the voice of the person who stole his intended resting spot for the day. "Yo, Cory!" Adair yelled loud enough just for the boy to here him. "When's the cap'n supposed to come out?!" Coristo rubbed his neck, a little bit agitated at this question. He knew he was in charge of getting the captain out of his chambers today, but he was trying to avoid it. 'I guess the first mate is too important for menial tasks like these huh. Damn. Why is it so bloody hot.' He was complaining in his mind as he always had done but he never let it show in his outward expression. He raised one hand up to Adair. "Oi!!! I'll go get him.!!!!" He yelled back up to him as he jumped off the roof and landed next to the door. He knocked pretty hard so the Captain could here him. "He Capt. The new members are ready for your introduction." He said in a loud tone. Not quiet a yell, but still loud all the same.

#, as written by LaXnyd
Being of the few exceptions to the majority, Maxwell Wynd was not on the deck of his ship. Instead, he was in his cabin, examining various maps. It was one of the few things he could stand to do here - the crew was rowdy and the captain wasn't there. Worse, he was running out of wine, and he would rather dive into the sea for a drink instead of allowing rum to pass through his lips. Wherever it was that the captain decided to strike next, he hoped it carried wine.

Looking outside the cabin window, he saw that it was dusk. It was just around time for the stars to come out, and he was having a little internal debate inside himself. Should he climb onto the deck and observe the stars? Or should he stay put, in peace and quiet? He heard that they were getting new crewmen today, and as such he was especially reluctant to go onto the already regularly rowdy deck. After debating amongst himself for a few more moments, he looked out the window and saw the first star of the night. Sighing, he finished a glass of wine before taking one of his maps, a sextant and a quill and heading out the door, climbing the stairs to the main deck.

One of the first things that he noticed was that the captain had yet to arrive, which was a good sign for now - that meant he wouldn't come out and announce a raid out of the blue; at least not yet. He also saw the new crewman. They were typical pirates... except for one fellow in particular. That particular fellow had too much clothing on for this time of the year - though he was not one to speak, not with his red coat and hat. However, as per his habits from the academy, he was a senior on the ship and probably knew more about life at sea than those lads over there...

And what's worse, that lad had bumped into the second in command of the ship. If he didn't do something soon, he was going to be in for it. And so, he decided to try and throw the lad a lifeline by providing a distraction.

"You there, lad," he called, "you're wearing too much for the season. You don't want Captain Skull's first impression of you to be a collapse from heatstroke, do you?"

Captain Skulls

There was this persistent throbbing in the young man's head. Constant, it showed absolutely no signs of stopping, even though he had the majority of the day's length to sleep it off. The Captain had yet to see the outside of the quarters today, and had only recently awoken from his slumber with a groan unlike anything human. "Ah, that's right..." he muttered to himself and nobody else. "I lost again..." He couldn't even remember which crewman had done him in this time. But yesterday (at least the parts he remembers) was enjoyable, and even though this headache was highly severe, he didn't regret drinking last night. Mostly.

Honestly, he had long forgotten that he was supposed to make an appearance for newer recruits to his ship. For the longest time, he sat on his bed wondering the the commotion outside his quarters was all about, and why the deck seemed so much more lively than usual. Only after a while did the memory of appearing before his new men come back, and when it did, he sighed heavily. This headache was killing him. So, as he should, the Captain dressed himself in his casual, purple attire that seemed to have belonged to some noble at one point, and began towards the door.


"He Capt. The new members are ready for your introduction."

So they sent Coristo to wake me in such a state? I'm unsure if this is some joke or if they're that foolish. Wait, what am I talking about? Of course they are. They've always been.

Slowly, the Captain placed his hand on the door and pushed it open, the wooden door creaking as it did, capturing the attention of everybody on deck. Hopefully, Coristo'd move out of the way, since the Captain didn't stop pushing. The door came to a rest after it had been pushed all the way, and Captain Skull's slender appearance had been shown to everybody on deck. Instantly, all the chatter ceased and their eyes were upon him. Now was his time to make his first impression on his new crew, who would serve him until their deaths. Be that in battle or because of their fault.

He smiled quite innocently, giving him that childish, nonthreatening appearance as he did, and had begun to open his mouth when he was interrupted by one of his new men.

"Oi! The fuck's the capt'n?! This scrawny lit'l shit is fuck'n with us!" he shouted, some of the other men started mumbling and the intensity started picking up. In his mind, the captain decided that (though not surprising) this man was uneducated. His speech was horrid, he probably smelled, and he was dirty. Just like any other pirate. This one, however, was very stupid to have said anything when he should've just kept his trap shut like a good dog.

Skulls did not drop his smile, and simply looked at the young man before speaking to the whole of the group. "Why, I'm your captain of course!" he said in a tone not fit for him, if you knew him. Anyone who went through his last recruitment probably remembered his smile. Something quite similar happened the last time. "Now," he continued. "As you'll be staying on this, well, I can't say legendary yet but... 'soon to be legendary' vessel, I must lay down some rules for the lot of you. Be aware that these aren't hard to follow and some will even be something you're accustomed to, but I assure you that it's all for the benefit to the ship and its crew. Follow them, and you'll enjoy your stay on the Black Bermuda. Simple, correct?" his smiled widened and his eyes closed as he took a few steps forward, stopping near a random member of his crew. "You'll learn all of the rules if you ask your elder members. Trust me, they aren't so bad, but I do wish to tell you the one rule you should never break. Again, it's simple to follow, you just have to remember to do so."

His smile dropped.

In a single, swift movement, his hand dropped down to a nearby crewman's side, where he had his flintlock pistol, and pulled it up, firing a single, well-placed shot between the eyes of the man who had talked bad about him earlier. The man, dead, dropped to the floor like a rock, and a few men took a step back due to the sudden action.

His smile came back, though it had a much darker glint to it than before.

"Obey me. Is that understood?" he asked. Many of the men immediately shook their heads, realizing he was much more than what he appeared to be. The Captain was pleased with this result and gave the man (who was dumbfounded) his pistol back. "If you have any questions, don't be afraid to ask." he said as an afterthought.

These men should realize that I'm not fucking around now.

Some men stood around the body of the crewman before picking him up. "Meh, he pushed that other, feminine man. He was probably an ass anyway." one commented before he was sent sleeping with the fishes.

#, as written by augie
August de Sores

August tipped his head back and let the last drop of wine hit his tongue. Dammit. This had been the last bottle left, besides the three hidden in his cabin. Three bottles of wine weren't going to last long. Wherever the captain took them next, there better be a whole shitload of wine. And women.
After a few moments of frustration, Gus threw the empty bottle on the floor and started walking towards the stairs leading up to the deck. As much as he just wanted to stay under deck, he had to be by the captain’s side when he introduced himself.

The sight that met him when he opened the door to outside was anything but surprising. Almost all members of the ship had gathered in front of the captains suite and among them was a handful of newly recruited pirates. He felt slightly intoxicated from the wine, but it wasn't noticeable in his walk. As he approached the crowd men automatically made room for him - most of them without even realising it. He let his red gaze rest upon every single new member as he walked past them before coming to a stop in front of the door. The Captain was still in there. For a second he considered just banging on the door himself. But the thought of having to deal with a possibly hungover captain didn't appeal to him and he turned around to face the crowd.

As he did this a little person walked straight into his bare chest. At first August thought this was a woman, but when he looked down he realised much to his disappointment that it was just a young man. The boy was strangely dressed and way too clean to fit in. He was even cleaner than that damn noble they called a navigator and that said a lot. Gus' right eye twitched with irritation and he was just about to literally throw the kid out of his way. What was he doing on this ship anyway? He obviously wasn't cut out for this.

But then the door behind them swung open and the infamous Captain Skulls stepped out of his cave before Gus could do anything to the brat. "Don't do that again," Gus hissed through his teeth before pushing the young man over towards a group of pirates to his left. Then he placed himself behind the captain and watched calmly as some idiot insulted Skulls. The pirate ended up being shot and Gus smiled as they threw the limp body down to the fish. Njerëz budallenj. They just never learned did they? It was like watching primitive animals.

The captain finished his speech about punishment and obedience and Gus took a few steps closer so that he now was standing directly behind him. "What do you think of the new members then?" he asked indifferently while glancing at the dirty pirates.

#, as written by Ever
Circe stumbled back slightly at the amount of force August had put behind his shove, causing the young woman to bump into yet another dirty pirate. With some help from the elderly man, Circe straightened herself before giving an apologetic nod, no words said, and threading her way through the front of the crowd. Sending a glare in the general direction of the ill-tempered, obviously hungover, man, about to say something, but just as the words were about to come forth; they fled. Instead, a creaking noise was replaced with her lost voice, already knowing what happened by the hushed whispers by the crew members around her. This is it, Circe. This is your moment, your moment to see that dreadful man.. with clenched fists, her head swiveled to train her now-considerably darker eyes onto the figure that was standing in front of the door. The hell?! THATS Captain Skulls?! No no, there must be a mistake.. wheres the REAL Captain? came her frantic thoughts, disbelieving that this young man, who looked like he hadn't spent a day in the sun, who hadn't even lifted a single weight in this life, who hadn't even looked like he didn't go a day without bathing, this young dandy was the destroyer of her life! With an intense gaze locked onto this young man's face, Circe couldn't help but feel overwhelmed by the beauty that radiated from him, especially that warm, innocent smile. However, she couldn't wait another anxious second for the appearance of the real captain, which was quite obvious by young woman's crossed her arms and the tapping of her dusty brown leather boots on the ebony flooring. Glancing up briefly, taking in the silence, "Arto Briggins" noticed the now-lavender sky was beginning to be streaked with hues of gold and rosy pink. Typically, she would have stared longer at the beautiful, painting-worthy sight. Typically, she'd be singing at some Noble's place by now. Typically... Ah.. who the hell am I kidding? Theres no 'typically' on this god forsaken ship! Now where is Captain Skulls?!

"Oi! The fuck's the capt'n?! This scrawny lit'l shit is fuck'n with us!" erupted from a crew member, causing Circe's head to jerk in his general direction with grace. Behind the bandanas, her eyes narrowed ever-so-slightly realizing it was the barbaric man from earlier that had shoved her into the second-mate. As much as she had wish for anything more than to disagree with this wizened pirate, part of herself couldn't help but agree with him. He is really scrawny.. but who am I to talk?, at the dry thought, a half smile appeared on her face at her own little joke.

"Why, I'm your captain of course!" At those very words, Circe could feel her stomach drop, a chill in her bones sweeping over her being and she had to quickly tear her gaze from the Captain's form, paying an extensive amount of attention to her scuffed up boot.B-b-b-b-b-but wheres that fearsome, devils spawn that was always in the rumors!? Th-this.. this can't be right! No no, its all some joke.. I'm sure of it. As their squabbling ceased, silence settling over the crew. Circe took this moment to collect herself and push away the need to vomit.. after all, she wouldn't resort to making herself a fool in the short amount of time she's been on the ship. Glancing up once more, the breath that was suppose to deliver oxygen to her still body was caught in her throat seeing that, somehow, the young man managed to be a few feet in front of her, separated by only a few other pirates, the ones who were protesting the most. In that moment, when she saw the pistol being raised, a feeling a dread washed over the poor girl as she stood by in silent horror. N-no.. he wouldn't! Th-thats his crew after all.. she thought, trying to reconcile her frantically beating heart. Circe barely had any time to react as Captain Skulls pulled the trigger, the bullet burying itself dead-center into the man's bridge. Seeing the corpse fall over, blood now pooling around once-alive man, the young lady could only feel an earth-shattering fear and disconnection from the ship as she watched on how quickly the crew members dispatched the leathery body into the ocean. Only one thought had entered her mind W...what the..hell.. He truly is nothing more than a devil! before she fixated her gaze onto Captain Skulls and August de Sores, who were talking on the platform.

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The insolent newcomers voice was like a hammer to Coristo's head. He had to hold in his anger as to not do anything harsh to the potential member. It was to his surprise that the captain, who seemed to be smiling it off, shot the guy in the head. With the shot, Cory jerked his own head in a possessed like manner, almost as if he was the one to receive the bullet and bowed his head down. "Fuck. Hehe." He said as he slowly raised his head, revealing that his once emerald green eyes were now ruby red. "I wanted to be the one to kill the bugger. Guess you beat me to it Capt." He said slyly turning towards the crew. "Since the Captain seems to be finished with his number one rule, how bout I give you some rules of me own." He said whistling at the end of his sentence. With his whistle came a dark shadow that seemed to have a three dimensional body. It formed slowly to form a black cat that looked almost Egyptian. The one main detail that stuck out was his tail that looked like it had a clawed hand at the tip. "Search ém." He said to it. Following suit the cat walked around the area and came back to its master. "Only about thirty percent are scared of what just happened." It said in a majestic tone. At the cats words Coristo couldn't help but let out an almost evil laugh.

"That's classic it is." He said whipping fake tears from his eyes. "You jokers really don't get it do you? You think being on this ship is as easy as just doing as the good captains says!?" He said with his voice slightly raised. "Your dead wrong mate. You see. Your new here the lot of you are. You have to prove yourselves. Don't go thinking it's easy. Let me show you how low you are on this ship to make my point clear. You see the man behind the captain. He's the first mate he is. Don't fuck with him. You see the guy with the pirate hat and the nice clothing. He's our navigator. Unless told too don't talk to him. The next person on the list is the big guy over their. You don't know him do you? Then don't walk around him. Look up." He said pointing a finger to the crows nest, "He's a pretty nice guy, but hes on lookout. So, while hes up there, don't go near him, distract him, talk to him, or anything. Now, as for me. Hehehe." A wide evil smile went across his face. "Me personally think all you dumb bastards should be killed just for thinking your good enough to be on this ship without first proving yourselves. But, then again, I don't have it in me heart to ruin your crazy dreams of pirate life. So I'll give you a warning. Red eyes means don't ask me dumb shit. I still have to answer newcomers questions do to orders but I swear on my damn next bottle of brew, if it's how to tie a freak'n not or something stupid, your dead. No questions asked. Green eyed me however, .....Hmmm.... Don't talk to him unless he talks to you. The last man on the crews main force of entry is the cat you see in front of you. Hehehehe. He wants a scratch, lick, drink, or food then you better give it to him. One more thing. Do not give nicknames to the captain. You've just met him, and haven't even drank with him. So if I here it. I'll cut out your damned tongues. Hahahahaha. Welcome aboard mates. Hope you live to see all the riches yee hearts desire."

He ended his speech with the same wide evil grin and left the floor open for any other member that decided to take his place. He slowly walked to the crows nest ladder well and climbed up to Adair. His eyes turned back to emerald green and he said, "Dang. I hate when I have to tell off the new members. You think I left anything out Crow? Out of all the jobs I get stuck with, why is it taking care of those guys? It's like making James take care of a bunny. You know how violent I get sometimes." He let out a huge sigh as he looked up at the sky. Oh how he wished none of the new crew would break his rules. He didn't feel like killing one of his own men to keep face.

Adair felt the change in the air as the ignorant man addressed Skulls. He knew what was coming as the swift motion of the captain's hand turned into a quick aim and fire, turning the ignoramus into an over-hyped sack of flesh spilling out over the deck of their ship. "Waste of a good shot..." he mumbled under his breath. Any man dumb enough to challenge a captain with the reputation such as the Black Bermuda's aboard the very ship they claimed was better off jumping into the ocean and trying to catch a mermaid. Reputation. He remembered silently. Reputation is a pirate's greatest weapon. A form of intimidation that cannot be topped by any amount of fanfare... And the name 'Skulls' had a reputation that soared all on its own.

Watching the crew's reactions was enough to see they were satisfied that this man was their very own Captain Skulls, despite what they had envisioned the man to be. And with Cory's speech beginning, he could see some of the members rethinking their decisions about coming aboard. Waving as he was pointed out, Adair tried his best not to yawn again as he looked down at their new crew mates. Instead, he dropped a hand to his bag and rummaged around to find his stash of apples depleted. He was going to have to grab a few more from the barrel below deck if he wanted them. And of course, he always wanted them. Luckily, he spotted Cory again as the blonde man made his way up to the nest.

"Dang. I hate when I have to tell off the new members. You think I left anything out Crow? Out of all the jobs I get stuck with, why is it taking care of those guys? It's like making James take care of a bunny. You know how violent I get sometimes."

Adair burst out laughing at that, he would love to see the giant weapons master holding a small and delicate creature such as a bunny. The thought of it was almost enough to keep the laughter going on for much longer than necessary. But Adair checked himself and waved it off to answer the man's question. "You forgot to let them know mutinies are only held on Thursdays..." He chided. "And only between noon and dusk, anytime other than that will have to wait. The rest of the time is reserved for drinking!" It wasn't his greatest joke, but he didn't care. All he wanted now was another apple. "Take over the watch for a bit will ya?" He asked Cory as he hopped down to the netting. "I'm out of apples."

Sliding and hopping his way down, Adair landed lightly on the decking of the ship and walked toward the stairs leading below deck. He spotted Max standing a bit away and gave a small wave to well-dressed navigator. "Winds feel like they're changing, might be a quicker trip hopefully." Adair informed the man. He began walking again as the captain and his first mate were calling out to another new member. "Another one out of line it seems? Oh well. None of our concern right? Anyway, need anything below deck? I'm grabbin' some apples."

James Uther

"Saw that one coming." Said James as the body hit the floor.
"Eww!" Said Reggie. James looked to see that a piece of the crew member's skull had somehow ended up a few feet away from them.
"You'd think you'd be used to stuff like that now. Oh wait, you hide below decks during fights." James said, ignoring the small man's disgusted groan.
"Hey, nobody can climb as fast as me!" Retorted Reggie, as if that actually counted.
"The only reason you're still on this ship is because you can climb. If I wanted to, you'd have been floating out there with no one to pick you up months ago."
"Heh, yeah. 'Cause you're too scared to-" The rest of his words went down his throat as James fist filled the pirate's mouth. He fell off the bucket he was sitting on and hit the ground, hands on his mouth. James, smirking, noticed the strange crew member was being called by the captain.
"Out of the frying pan..." Muttered James to himself silently. Something about that one guy reminded James of someone. He just couldn't put his finger on it...

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Eyes locked in intense scrutiny with Captain Skulls, Circe couldn't help but feel the slight creeping fear prick at the back of her mind. Why... am I feeling so scared?! Snap out of it! came her reprimanding thoughts, disappointed in herself at the sign of weakness, as chocolate brown met a violet hue in a glare reminiscent of a combat, a battle in which there could only be one winner. Reluctantly, Circe broke their locked gazes as she tore away her piercing optics first, instead, turning her attention on the violent coughing of a man next to her. Shying away ever-so-slightly, while trying to remain as "manly" outwardly as she possibly could, the young woman turned her head to the left in an attempt to not breathe the same infected air. How crude.. not closing your mouth! Unbelievable.. the manners are just a muck in this place!

Shifting the little weight her small frame could support, Circe balanced from foot to foot, deep in thought once more. Absentmindedly, she took note of how dark the once glittering blue waters had become as nightfall begun to snake its way through their evening. However, Circe was too deep in debating whether to just waltz out of the crowd or to stay put, to actually take some mental notes of their location. After all, how long did they expect them to stand there in the still simpering heat? Pondering her outcomes thoughtfully, the disguised young lady began to gnaw on her lower rosy lip, the obviously dainty motion hidden by the plain piece of cloth fastened around her neck to hide the delicate jawline. Leaving would draw attention to me... I can't risk that.. but if I stay out here any longer, I may have a heat stroke..What to do, what to do.

However, Circe's little moment of debating was quickly ended by the unmistakable silky voice that belonged to the none-other, notorious Captain Skulls. ["You there." rang out clearly on the ship, the growing clammer of the crowd immediately ceasing at the sound of it. Turning her head slowly, the young woman couldn't help but visibly wince seeing his eyes locked upon her figure, evidently addressing her. Me.. why is it always bloody me? she thought bitterly, regretting not leaving earlier, unsure what he wanted of her. His next words confirmed her very fear, the fear of talking to him: "Come, greet your Captain and his first mate, would you?". By his tone and that innocent smile that she now found frightening, Circe could easily tell it wasn't a request but an order.

Inwardly, a small groan of despair echoed in her mind as her thoughts screamed You idiot! Why didn't you leave when you had the chance?! You'd better not blow your cover so soon!. However, outwardly, she was rigid, impressively not panicking like most of the other crew members would have done. Especially after that... wonderful display from earlier. Taking a slight gulp, Circe easily walked forward through the parted crowd, trying to ignore the curious stares that also held a mix between sympathy and envy. You guys want to talk to him? Go ahead, take my place, that very thought seem to radiate in a manifestation through her body language as she reached the steps, trying to push back the nervousness and fear she was feeling. Trudging up the stairs with reluctance, Circe kept her head down, refusing to make eye contact with either one. Instead, she decided the safest option was to keep her shoulders slouched, head down and eyes trained on the scratched mahogany flooring.

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Seeing the captain make short work of the arrogant, Maxwell removed himself from the momentary distraction of the captain's appearance and returned to his work. At the very least, he was thankful that it was explained he was not to be bothered with the trivial. He hated being bothered for minor questions, especially if he was having a sip of wine or in the middle of work.

"Winds feel like they're changing, might be a quicker trip hopefully."

Maxwell only gave a nod to the lookout as an acknowledgement that he had received the information. Whether he paid it any mind would be a completely different matter altogether. Looking down on his map, he couldn't help but wonder why the captain had called on the new crewman - and the one that was dressed the most strangely, no less. Perhaps it was to tell him that he was wearing too much? Impossible, the Captain doesn't waste time doing things like that. He soon returned his attention to his maps as the captain went on to explain his dreams to the new crewman.

As the stars began appearing brighter and brighter, he reached under his coat and took out a sextant- or rather, a modified one. He had taken out the magnifiers, having no need for it. He could see just fine with his far-sight, something that, unlike back in the navy he had no need to keep hidden onboard the Black Bermuda.

Unrolling his map and placing the sextant to his eyes, he went about his work, hopefully with minimal distractions.

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Coristo didn't even have time to decline as Adair jumped from his post. He gave out a light sigh and replaced his comrade in the nest. He really wasn't mad about it after all. It was his intended spot for the evening and Adair did seem hungry. He heard the captain tell the new comers that they were to follow the first mate to their quarters. He decided to give them a little reminder of tomorrows activities. "Oi!!! You boys better sleep well because tomorrow I hash out areas for you to work and train you on the like. You better pay attention or else you'll be on the wrong end of Davy Jones's Locker!!!" His voice was stern but not as fearsome as when he was in his switched personality. After saying his last peace to the tired crew he laid down in the crows nest to look at the sky.

The moon was starting to rise and the stars were now visible. The clear sky reminded him of that day, years ago, when the sky was just as clear but the smell of blood and the light of fire was also incorporated in it. In a sense it was beauty to the beholder. To a demon that is. But, it also frightened him so when this happened for it was the first night he actually realized for himself that his grandfather was right and also the first night he met with Captain Skulls. He smirked a little as his eyes blinked red for a second. Which one was the real him. Was it the nice boy with the kind green eyes, or was it the demonic killer with the red eyes that were darker than his own flame. "It doesn't matter does it." His demon cat said, interrupting his train of thought. "Ten?" He said in reply as he didn't feel his presence before. Ten and Coristo had a mental bond. It might have been a familiar and master relationship thing but they could read each others thoughts and even see what the other saw. Ten was better at this than Coristo since the lad had to actually concentrate to do this.
"You are named after a noble in your human name, but nicknamed after a demon lord of fire. Both of those names hold power and that should be the only thing that matters. Not your personality change. You just feel how you feel about certain things. Who cares if it's a good or bad feeling?" The cat said rustling up against his master.

Coristo smiled at the cats words. He could always confide in it. He decided to follow the felines advice and stop caring. "So." He began to change the subject. "Were their any good smells among the new crew besides fear?"
"As far as I can tell, everyone smelled human. Disgusting ones to boot. One did smell a little strange though." Ten said looking as though he had a hunch about something.
"Meh. Probably took a shower before coming aboard or something." Coristo said passing it off. He raised his head, looking out towards the sea. "So it looks like we don't have a potential new senior member huh?" He said, looking a little bored. "That blows. I don't like humans who think that they can just come aboard and make something of themselves."
"I didn't say they were all human. I'm not quite sure but I did smell something weird."

Coristo would have asked him what was so weird when he spotted a dot not to far from them. He took out the watchers scope to see it better. "Bloody hell." He said sucking on his teeth. "Ten. Go tell Adair that there's a ship up ahead with a blue flag. Let him and the Navigator decide what to do about it." He ordered, keeping his eye on the ship. It wasn't surprising to see a mariner ship out in the ocean. Especially since they were probably near shore by now. Ten nodded and jumped from the post. He walked past the captain and the new member he was talking too rubbing against the captain and purring as a sign of respect and acknowledgement of his presence. He was the lads pet, but he lived on the Captains ship.

Walking away from them he twitched his nose a little as a weird smell hit it. 'Hmm. Interesting indeed. I might need to sniff this out more.' He thought as he made his way to Adair and Maxwell. "Adair. My master says that there is a ship do north of us and wanted you and the Maxwell to decide whether to change course or proceed and alert the Captain for further orders. He says the ship carries a blue flag but he can't make out a symbol for it being too far away and also being nighttime." He said as he groomed himself. If they were going to proceed and head towards the ship that only meant that some fun would made for him and Coristo.

Rummaging through the barrel of apples below deck, Adair picked out the best looking ones he could find and tucked them away into the small satchel he wore on his hip. Below deck was more humid than out on the open space of the deck itself and too crowded for Adair's taste. He preferred to come down as little as possible if he could avoid it. As if to reinforce his point, there was a slight squeak to his right and a flutter of movement caught his eye. In one fluid movement, Adair's dirk left its place on his belt and flew through the air with an audible thunk as it impaled the small rat. "Disgusting..." he said as he made sure it was the only one and retrieved his blade with the limp rat still on it before heading back to the surface of the ship.

Adair was pleased to see the majority of the crew absent from the deck as he resurfaced from the stairs and tossed the dead rat overboard without unnecessarily advertising his kill to anyone. He made his way back to the navigator's table and placed one of his apples on the only space he could find without a map or parchment of some kind on it. Even though Max hadn't asked for anything when he left him a bit ago, Adair doubted the man had taken his eyes away from the papers long enough to eat anything today. Having the only person with any sense of direction passing out on them wouldn't be a very fun situation in Adair's eyes. Turning once more to leave the man to his work, he felt his eyebrow twitch and looked down to find Cory's demonic, feline companion approaching.

"Adair. My master says that there is a ship do north of us and wanted you and the Maxwell to decide whether to change course or proceed and alert the Captain for further orders. He says the ship carries a blue flag but he can't make out a symbol for it being too far away and also being nighttime."

At the mention of the ship, Adair's eye turned directly toward the small dot on the horizon and he shaded his face for no apparent reason in the failing light of the day. "Eh, there's only one person on the ship that can see that thing at this distance." He left his sentence where it was before turning to their navigator. "Not really my decision anyway, I'll let the Cap know."

Leaving Max to his own devices, Adair strode across the deck quickly and paused to poke his head into the stairwell. He took a deep breath and shouted "GUS! MUSCLES! LET"S GO!!" Hopefully August and James would hear the shout, but he wasn't going to waste time running back and forth below deck. They'd get the massage eventually....

Adair made his way over to where Captain Skulls was speaking to a rather scrawny crew member and called out as he came up. "Cap! We've got a ship on the horizon!" Turning to point at the still too far away to see dot, Adair pulled out two more apples to offer them to the Captain and his scrawny chat mate before finally pulling out one of his own. There was no point diving into something on a somewhat empty stomach. "Orders?"

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Circe sighed internally, grateful that the Captain didn't seem to take notice about the little mishap that occurred a few seconds ago and instead, focused on his words, fully intrigued by now. Leaning forward slightly, the young lady stared intently through the small slit, her rusty red eyes shining with eagerness and hope to hear his answer. It was as if a candle was lit somewhere in her deep orbs. "If we have reason to believe such a person would fetch a fair price for their safe return, then we may let them stay on this ship temporarily. Those very words initiated feeling of absolute joy and bliss to erupt from within her core. The very thought of keeping a hostage alive on the ship encouraged her to leap into the air to vent some of that warm fuzzy-ness, that was currently flooding her being, outward .. however, she did not. Quelling those emotions, Circe only politely coughed from behind the pinstriped cloth into one gloved fist, completely ignoring the "temporarily" part. That means.. he's here! Somewhere on this infernal ship! shouted the gleeful voice in her mind. The idea of seeing her childhood love once more was too overwhelming to keep locked inside so Circe channeled it to the surface through the more frequent shiftings from foot to foot and the sideways glances. C'mon.. let me go already so I can search for him! echoed her impatient thoughts.

Circe was about to open her mouth to tell Skulls she had enough questions answered but quickly snapped it closed as she was interrupted by rather indifferent sounding voice. "Cap! We've got a ship on the horizon!" Quickly snapping her head to the side, even in her new status, the young pirate-ess recognized it was the the young man with the eyepatch, the one she was so intrigued about earlier. Hes the Lookout.. I believe. As the newly recruited member tried to peer into the horizon, the failing light cloaking it in an ethereal gray, Circe couldn't help but wonder about this strange member of the Black Bermuda. Why is he so young yet has an eyepatch? And how the hell does he climb up there so fast?! Note to self; uncover more about him later. Finally spotting a small dot, which she assumed was the ship they were currently fussing over, she mused through her obscure voice "Do you think they'll attack us?". A small shudder rippled through the small frame that was known as Circe Armeria at the horrifying concept of having to fight.. for god sakes, she couldn't even hold a sword!

"Cap! We've got a ship on the horizon!"

If anyone had said anything else at that exact moment to the Captain, he hadn't hear even a single syllable of it. The words alerting him to the possible danger of his ship were much more important that anything else right now. Turning his head, he looked at Adair and nodded to confirm he understood what the young man said to him. If the approaching ship was hostile, it'd give them an excuse to see how good of a catch they had when they recruited these new men. At the very least, it'd probably be more of the newer people dying than his older members, which was always good. Veterans were less expendable than rookies, after all.

"Orders?" Adair had asked immediately afterwards.

The Captain replied swiftly, as if he had been waiting for him to say that. The tone and manner of speaking he was using just a minute ago with Arto disappeared, and the softer face along with it. "I don't want that ship leaving anybody's eyes for even a moment, ya hear?" Adrien took his own, personal cutlass into hand from its resting position on his side to show he was ready to retaliate or attack the intrusion to their peaceful voyage. "Now...."

Captain Skulls cleared his throat quite loudly, a common signal he was getting into character. His trusted men knew this was merely a show that helped him seem more pirate-like than he already was. The new crew would probably notice the change in his tone, his voice and his vocabulary. Hell, anybody who heard him speaking before would notice the change, for it was more obvious than a woman hiding aboard a ship of m--- more obvious than a pirate pretending to be a politician.

"Hoist the colors and get me men ready t' board! Landlubbers or pirates, we be showin' them to Davy Jones' locker and plundering their booty! Aye, me be sure that t' scurvy bilge rats me recruited need to be shown the ropes!" he yelled, taking a rather convincing pirate-tone in a mere second. His order given, he turned back to Arto with a confident look. "And ye, join yer fellow bilge rats and make yerself ready to best these wenches, savvy?"

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Circe merely blinked at the sudden change that occurred in their Captain, slightly confused at the aura he now produced. What the... We're fighting?!, the frantic voice echoed inside her head as Skull's orders sunk in. Typical pirate! Choosing to fight instead of flee.. by god!. With a shake of her head, more critical thoughts on his decisions rattled on in her mind for a few moments before she glanced over at the commanding young man. For a brief moment, the pirate-tess couldn't help but feel a glimmer of awe and admiration towards her captain at his demanding tone, and how everyone seemingly followed his orders like they were holy words from God himself. Thats what you get when you're a Captain I guess.. "And ye, join yer fellow bilge rats and make yerself ready to best these wenches, savvy?" quickly yanked her out of her own consuming thoughts and glances, jumping ever-so-slightly at the sudden attention. Replying with a mild stutter, Circe simply nodded, muttering an "A-Aye.." before quickly scurrying off to the main deck, wondering what she should do.

The large area was now swarming with pushing bodies, many of which bearing their cutlasses and guns, swinging them around in their hype. Indeed, this was a sight that made Circe rather nervous. Should they really have those out in a crowded area?! A small shudder rippled through her frame as the young lady, otherwise known as "Arto", bit down on her lip in an attempt to quell her nerves at the rival ship's approaching figure. Oh god.. you don't even know how to fight for god sakes! Fidgeting from foot to foot, Circe slowly moved away from the crowd to the outer edges, the glinting weapons enough to make her nervous. Absentmindedly, she glanced down at her body making a mental note of finding a weapon as soon as she could.

"You got it cap'n." Adair said and gave a slight shrug as he turned his eye back to the approaching vessel. It really didn't matter to him whether they attacked the ship or waited to see if they would attack them first, the outcome would be the same. The approaching ship didn't stand a chance. Not against the veterans of the Black Bermuda, the demons that were experts at everything they did and unbeatable in a fight. At least, that was Adair's opinion...

Mentally checking that everything was still in place, he took another large bite from the apple in his hand and walked over to the closest railing to the approaching ship. Cutlass on the left hip, Swept-Hilt on the right, Dirk tucked into my belt, and my boarding hook.... he paused to pull the barbed, four-pointed metal hook and the long rope coiled about his waist and began re-wrapping around his right forearm. "...this goes here..." he said around the apple held in his mouth while he used his hands. His plans were always simple. Defend the ship as the cannons blared and dive into the water when boarding crews began to attack. His speed in the water and climbing skills in combination with his handy hook would bring him under the enemy ship and onto the other side of the decking where no one was looking...

It was a simple, yet deadly strategy that enabled Adair to fell countless unsuspecting fodder before there was a chance to react. When successful, the enemy was caught between a hammer and an anvil, with nowhere to retreat. It was really unnecessary with the ace crew of the Black Bermuda, but it allowed Adair to hack and slash at anything that moved, being alone with the enemy with a railing at his back.

He edged through the, now gathering, throng while watching the enemy ship as it drew ever closer and made his way to James near the cannons. Next to the cannoneer was always the easiest place to jump, as nothing was left in front of him when the large man got to firing. "Aiming for the mast this time muscles?" He asked the weapons master, nudging a rather undersized man out of the way in the process. Realizing this, he peered around his shoulder at the scrawny youth who was talking to skulls when Adair reported the ship to the captain. Eyeing the gun in the youth's hand, Adair grinned. "Sorry mate, I'll be out of your way before you know it. Just shoot anyone that comes after me will ya?"

#, as written by Ever
"Here." ripped Circe away from her worried thoughts, a small "oof" of surprise escaping it's confines as a rather heavy metal object was forcibly shoved into her gloved hands. Looking down in a rather curious manner at the immense weight in her palms, Arto's rust-colored eyes widened in shock. The revolver laid there, almost looking harmless... expect for the deadly glint that was casted by the moon's harsh light. Quickly tearing her gaze away from the lethal weapon, Circe looked up at the rather muscular man to protest but ended up getting side-tracked by his form. H-holy.....what the- is he on something!? was the only thought that came to mind as she stood there, taking in his appearance, shocked beyond words at his bulging muscles.

Regaining her sense, Circe was about to speak up before the now shriveled up words could even escape her throat, being interrupted for yet the second time. "Hey, you wanna fight? If not, follow me, I know a few good spots to hide until the fighting's over." Swiveling her pirate-y adorned head to the side, eager to confront the person who had just shouldered their way past her, Circe analyzed the young, rather scrawny looking, man who had his arms crossed. Something about his skinny physique and the way this pirate carried himself just radiated confidence, something of which disheartened any protests she had against him. Pondering briefly, Circe wondered if it would be best to follow the now-retreating figure of the young man but before she could make up her mind, Arto was interrupted, yet again, by another male voice. Bloody hell people... let me talk! she thought agitatedly as she crossed her arms, a rather feminine gesture to display her annoyance. "Sorry mate, I'll be out of your way before you know it. Just shoot anyone that comes after me will ya?"

Blinking, it took the young pirate a few moments to realize it was the eye-patched Lookout that was always hiding in the crow's nest, the one that had gotten her attention earlier. Gazing at him briefly, Circe's large eyes widen ever-so-slightly behind the bandanas as she took in his looks, realizing he was quite attractive. Like every other bloody crew member that's known as a "vet" on this ship.. Whats their deal?! she thought, mildly annoyed with the concept. I mean... its hard enough to fit into a pirate crew! And here they are, all running around in their birthday suits practically! echoed the bitter thought in her head, twirling the gun on her hands absentmindedly in a way to release that pent up annoyance. For a second, Circe had completely forgotten about the enemy ship that was now fast approaching.

Suddenly, the woman felt her finger squeeze against the trigger a tad bit too hard, the shock from the gun causing her to stumble back slightly. The rusty eyes widened in horror hearing the loud, echoing BANG! as a bullet went tearing through the air, crew members now ducking for safety. Squeezing her eyes shut, the young woman visibly winced at what she had just done, a loud crack flooding the air. At that moment, Circe knew the bullet had found a target, she could only pray it wasn't an actual person. Opening one eye shakily, her mouth turned dry and she blanched in horror realizing the bullet had landed a few centimeters away from Skull's head, implanted into the ebony wood.