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James Uther

"Look, pal. I don't care about your troubles, just give me the money and I'll be on my way."

0 · 507 views · located in End of the 17th century in the Mediterranean

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


James Uther


❝I just get excitable as to choice- like to have my options open.❞


❝The Basics❞

| Nick name |

| Gender |

| Age |

| Role and Race |
Half-Demon/Weapons master


❝Deeper Description❞

| Eye Color |
Blood red

| Hair Color |

| Height |

| Weight |
230 lb.

| Skin Tone |

| Distinct Markings |
A bright green gem in the middle of his forehead.

| Physical Description [at least a paragraph] |
Tall and imposing, James carries himself as he thinks of himself; a ladykiller. He is muscle, no fat to be found anywhere on his body at all. He keeps his hair somewhat long, although he cuts it when it really starts getting in his eyes. He wears a black jacket with red on the inside, which holds all of his pistols. The jacket also has golden crosses which he believes impresses the ladies. Oddly enough, this is true with most women, who may believe him to be a priest.


| Powers/abilities |
✔ Enhanced hand-eye coordination. (better aiming)
✔ Enhanced strength.
✔ Pain. (If James focuses hard enough on someone, he can put them through agonizing pain. This immobilizes him, as it requires his full focus to continue hurting someone.)

| Weapons |
✔ Three flintlock pistols
✔ two flintlock rifles (One is called Helen)
✔ one double-barreled flintlock pistol (Amanda)
✔ two cutlasses
✔ grenades. (generally carries two)

Note: This is just what he carries with him to battle. He keeps everything in a chest next to his hammock.

| Likes |
♥ Guns
♥ Swords
♥ Cannons
♥ Massive amounts of good food.
♥ Women

| Dislikes |
✖ Being told what to do.
✖ Small portions of bad food.
✖ Fighting overwhelming odds.
✖ Faulty weapons.
✖ Heights.
✖ Ugly women

❝Welcome to my Life❞

| Personality |
Cruel and Cunning, James is the kind of guy that would shoot out someone's feet on the battlefield, then dash his way through the enemies ranks just to cut his head off and turn to fight the enemy. He, of course, only does this after getting pumped up by the captain, who he later attempts to try and persuade him to not do that again, as he dislikes fighting as many as he usually does, despite showing several times being able to hold off while others crush them from the rear. He thinks of himself as a lady killer, although he is an absolute ass. This thought has led to many slaps and turn-downs.

| Theme Song |
[url=LINK TO SONG]Song Title[/url] - Falling In Reverse

❝Who I Am❞

| History |
Born in some obsolete town that he can't remember the name of, James never met his parents, although he is sure that his father was a pirate scumbag. He grew up around unsavory folk, making friends with thieves and prostitutes. When he was fifteen, he joined a pirate ship and has been on the seas ever since. When he was 18, his ship attacked Captain Skull's ship. While fighting the captain one-on-one, the captain made him an offer; ten percent, and his own area to sleep. Nobody underneath his hammock. It took only a few seconds for him to answer, which he did by turning on his old crew. He has been with Captain Skulls ever since.

|Thoughts on Other Characters|
Circe Armeria: "Wimp."
Captain Skulls: "My employer. He killed the last captain, so he's obviously tougher than he looks..."
Adair Skye: "Needs to get his act together"
August de Sores: "Should pull his head out of his ass."
Coristo Manter Liema: "Okay, calm down, little bugger..."
Maxwell Wynd: "Too thin, too smart, don't like him."

|Anything Else|
He names his favorite weapons.

So begins...

James Uther'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?"

#, 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.

#, as written by Damioa
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...

#, as written by Ever

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.

James just stood there, mouth hanging open. He has been watching the strange man when suddenly the wind picked up, and lo and behold, the man has the strangest damn body he has ever seen
"Uh..." He said in disbelief, the shook his head and looked at the bottle he held in his hand. He hadn't drank that much... Had he? He shook his head again and walked into the sleeping quarters. Inside, he walked over to his hammock and turned. Most of the new guys were there.
"Alright, listen up! If any of you blokes touch any part of my stuff and I didn't tell you too, we're gonna have problems..." To make his position very, very clear he picked up a coconut and crushed it with one hand. Bits and pieces fly out, and the cracking filled the entire room. "And I feel a little under the weather today, I crushed a coconut with my fist, what do you think I can do to you bloke's skulls?" He sat back in his hammock and took a bite of the crushed coconut flesh. He felt that he wasn't very intimidating that time, and he was intending to make it much more slow and much, much louder, but after what he saw on the deck, he wanted to get to bed and sleep off whatever was effecting his head... Maybe someone put something in his drink? But who... And why? James couldn't even think of a couple of names before he passed out, snoring.

Reggie was swinging from the rope he just barely held on to. Damn wind distracted him. He was keeping an eye on the weird guy... What was the name he said? Arty? Reggie was watching Arty for James, just like he asked a while back. He was at the perfect distance to hear what was said, but far enough away to not draw the captain's or anyone's attention. Reggie was good at that, that's why James pays him every once in a while, whenever he picks up some juicy little tid-bit about the crew or something. He was especially looking for something to do with gold, but food and grog was good too. Reggie snapped to his senses just before Arty started speaking again.

"So... Do you ever take any hostages from you're raids?"

Gods, was it hard to hear him! So damn muffled...
Wait, why is he asking about that? Is he looking for someone? Reggie scratched his head. Didn't seem too unlikely. If someone got taken during a famous pirate's attack, what better place to start looking other than the pirate himself? Nah, kinda stupid. Something a woman would've thought up. He started giggling. Maybe the weirdo... Was a woman? He couldn't help himself anymore, and started laughing very, very hard, before hearing another crew member, Reggie wasn't sure who, yelled at him to shut up.

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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 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.

James Uther
James rolled out of his hammock. He was barely asleep several minutes before something happens... He looked up. "Hey, you! what's goin' on?!" He shouted at one of the vet members of the crew.
"Ship's been spotted. We're gonna hit her!" He yelled back.
"Alright then!" James said, suddenly fully awake. He opened his chest and selected his favorite rifle, Helen, and his double barreled pistol, Amanda, and put them on his person first. He then filled the three other slots in his jacket with pistols and slung another rifle on his back. Then he grabbed two grenades and several matches for them and stuffed them in his pocket. He put on a sheath for two swords then filled it with two cutlasses. Finally, he grabbed two more pistols and locked his chest. He then stepped outside. He was quite the sight to see, standing over most of the crew with his many armaments. He looked down to see the strange man just standing there, seeming to look for a weapon.
"Here." James said, thrusting a pistol into his hands. "I suggest you stay back for now, you can learn how to fight later." He could tell that fighting was not this man's strong suit. James then turned and started walking towards the side of the ship where the enemy has been sighted. He then starting loading a cannon, he was, after all, the best cannoneer on the ship.

"Ah, what the hell." Said Reggie as Adair told the captain about the other ship. He climbed higher and took out his looking glass. He was surprised that only Max had another one on this ship. He looked and saw a merchant vessel. They didn't seemed to have noticed them yet, but it was only a matter of time. He looked down at the mass of jumbled bodies and spotted James handing the special one a pistol. "Picking favorites already, eh?" He said, smiling. Reggie then swung down and landed next to the man, surprising him.
"Hey, you wanna fight? If not, follow me, I know a few good spots to hide until the fighting's over." Reggie then turned and walked below decks, not checking to see if he was following.

"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?"

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"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.

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Through all of the commotion, Ten and Cory, still mentally instinct were communicating on what to do next. "Dang. This is such a pain. Grab my sword for me will yah?" Cory asked. "Sure thing. I suppose you want me to replace you on the lookout?" Ten pretty much suggested.
"Well I guess that's the best option. Cap just called for steady watch on the ship and your eyes are greater than mine. It's dark and you are a cat after all."
"Understood." Ten responded while grabbing the back handed long sword from Cory's sleeping area with his demon clawed tail. The sword was different from the normal pirate sword. It was the noblemen's sword he stole from his old family a long time ago with the family crest on the handle to prove so. He then proceeded beck up to the deck passing by Reggie on the way. "Sitting this on out sir." He asked the man waiting for a response. After he received one positive or negative, but knowing Reggie it was most likely going to be positive, the cat proceeded back up to the steps. The commotion on the ship was a rowdy as ever in times like these. Allot of excited smells were passing through the cats nose as the men sweated in anticipation. He turned to the Captain saying, "My master and I will switch locations seeing as I can see in the dark and he can't." and walked near Arto again. The man seemed to be twirling his gun but the smell of blood lust wasn't coming off him. "You're pretty relaxed eh. You might just make it on this ship after all." He said. The man probably didn't here him or was in deep thought because the twirling continued. "You know. It's not wise too...." BANG!!! The event the cat was trying to keep from happening ended up happening and most of the newcomers smelt of fear once more. The cat let out a sigh sensing the change in his masters personality.

Coristo bobbed his head once more as the shot rang and quickly dived down from the Crow's nest unsheathing his blade from the tail of the demon cat and held it deadly close to Arto's neck. "What the hell are you doing!!?" He yelled as he looked towards the sound of the landed shot. It wasn't that far above the head of the Captain. "You son of a...." He started as he turned to meet the mans eyes and paused. Looking deep into Arto's eyes he somehow felt a little uncomfortable. It was enough to snap him back into his "Green" personality. Sucking on his teeth to keep up his act he slowly turned away from the man. "Get out of here now. Go down to the berthing and stay seated in your rack. Nah. Forget me last. Fight and if you don't die, I'll deal with you later." He said with a slight mix of disgust and discomfort to the man. His eyes were quick to turn back to red as he looked at the flinching crew. "Are you all wenches or all you men!!? Get the hell up, take you weapons and fight. Your all apart of this crew now so act like it." He took the his swords carrier from Ten and the cat went up towards the post. 'How's it look?' He asked.
'The enemy is near. Should be any moment now.'
Coristo walked towards Adair and James. "Well. Looks like the enemy is close enough to fire upon. Let's kill them all dead." He said as he put on a wicked smile. "My nerves are getting the best of me today. I smell burnt ashes in the nearby future."

James Uther
James was at a loss for words. Has the man ever even held a gun in his life? At this day and age?? He the snapped out of it and finished loading the cannon. Of all the people on the ship, it had to be him to give the idiot a gun? He then aimed. It looked like they were in range...
"Well. Looks like the enemy is close enough to fire upon. Let's kill them all dead." Said someone behind him. James glanced back to see Cory walk up. "My nerves are getting the best of me today. I smell burnt ashes in the nearby future."
"That might be the new guy, after the fighting's over." James said. He looked at him for a second, then grinned. "But enough talk..." He looked down the cannon and lined it up with the other ship. In addition to his massive physical strength, he also had extra strength as a half-demon, which only made him stronger than he actually looked. He also had amazing hand-eye coordination, which helped when shooting anything, even cannons. This gave him the ability to man a cannon by himself, and he was good at it. The cannon he mans usually fires the most on the entire ship.
He sat there, poised, ready to fire at the captain's order.

Reggie heard the gun shot from above decks and poked his head up to see what happened. The pistol in the boy's hand was smoking, and there was a new hole in the ship next to the captain's head. Reggie sat there for a second, soaking in the scene, before falling on his back laughing. That boy is gonna get it! He thought, composing himself enough to watch Cory threaten his life before falling down again, laughing so hard he wasn't making any noise. A couple of the crew ran by and stopped. "H-Hey, you okay?" Said one of them.
"It's just Reggie, come on!" Said the other one. They quickly stepped over his twisted form.
"He-He's gonna die tonight! He's gonna-" Reggie stopped. "Well..." He looked at the sky. He was laying on the stairs just right so he could see the night sky. It was pretty. He then stuck his head out and looked around. The reached over and pulled his dirk out of its small sheath. "Why not spill some blood on this pretty night..." He then stood up and walked into the crowd, awaiting the captain's order to board.

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Circe could feel the eyes of the crew members, both vets and new-comers, glued to her. Some of them displayed in their eyes disgust as well as shock, others were merely amused, as she slowly lowered the gun. Unsure of what to do or what to say, the young woman simply just stood there for a few fleeting moments before taking the safest escape route; to look at the floor and pretend they weren’t there. As she burned holes into the ebony flooring with her eyes, a small frown painted itself onto her rosebud lips. However, this frown was hidden behind the bandana which made it look like she was rather stoic, not caring about what she had just done.

Just as she was about to open her mouth to address the crew, her words were stopped short by the prodding point of a blade against her neck. Being forced to look up, Circe’s protests fled from her at the sight of the glinting metal, the smothering silence shattered by an outraged voice. “What the hell are you doing!!?” rang out, clear as a bell, the anger seeping from the words was almost tangible. Visibly wincing at the tone, Circe raised her eyes to meet the offender’s blood red hued ones. “You son of a...” . In her eyes, undoubtedly, shone the vulnerability and fragility that women often portrayed when startled. Coupled with bright-as-day fear and the shimmering reflection of the moon in her rust-colored orbs, it was no wonder Cory’s words halted. A small inward gasp escaped its confines as her wide-eyed stare only grew larger in astonishment. The cause? Cory’s blood red eyes suddenly morphed into brilliant green ones, something that had shocked the young lass beyond what was normal. What happened?! she wonder incredulously to herself. Biting her lower lip, the young pirate-tess could feel the flicker of hope bubbling up inside of her being. Maybe he’s forgiven me? came the rather bright and hopeful inner voice, mistaking his trailing off words as a sign of hesitation. However, that flicker was quickly extinguished by his uncomfortable, disgust-ridden words. “Get out of here now. Go down to the berthing and stay seated in your rack. Nah. Forget me last. Fight and if you don’t die, I’ll deal with you later.” Those words and that tone made Circe cringe once more, and part of her couldn’t help but feel that she wished she would have died right there. I don’t want to be dealt with later! she practically screamed in her mind as his lethally sharp blade was lowered.

Suddenly, another angry voice seemed to have filled the entire ship. It was like someone had punched Circe in the stomach as her brain recognized the voice, dread filling her from her toes to the crown of her head. Captain Skulls.. how could you forget about him?! echoed the appalled voice inside her mind, a nervous underlying tone evident. “Well blow me down! Ye be makin' a grave mistake t' be firin' at me, ye landlubber!" Rotating her rather small stature to face the front of the boat, that dread only increased taking in his enraged expression. Why can’t I just sink into the floor!? "An inch nearer and me be restin' at t' bottom of the high seas b'fore me time! Smartly, me lad, ditch ye' flint fer somethin' ye ain't be killin' ye fellow mates with, or ye be Keel Hauled, Aye? Aye." Blinking in surprise, Circe’s eyes widened even further hearing his words. So.. she wasn’t going to have some physical pain inflicted onto her? Not that she didn’t mind escaping that fate. Even though her mouth as hidden, a smile spread its way onto her petal pink lips at how she easily escaped without a scratch. However, to keep up appearances, Circe managed to mutter a rather quiet and suffocated “Aye.” before turning back to the original revolver’s owner.

However, before the lass could hand off the lethal weapon, a resounding BOOM! split the air with a terrifying and ear-bleeding shock. Cringing at the sudden commotion, she was yanked away from the weapon’s master by the sea of pushing forward pirates, eager to see their rival. Giving a small huff of annoyance, she let her gaze wander about before landing on Skulls, eyes blinking in shock. He, along with some other members, were standing on the ship’s railing, brandishing their weapons high above their heads. Apparently, they were all eager to mount the other ship and cause bloodshed. At the thought of blood, as well as the slaughter of innocent men, Circe blanched in horror and gave a small gag. Trying to quell her weak stomach, she casted a rather disgusted glance at Skulls before thinking one simple word “Pirates.”

Adair cringed as he felt, as well as heard, the shot go off as it was almost directly behind him. He waited for the pain to sink in, thinking he was the most likely one to be shot, but when it never did, he let out an audible sigh and turned slightly to raise an eyebrow at the smaller youth. After realizing who the shot had almost hit, he let the matter go and turned his attention back to the oncoming ship. Adair caught sight of the smoke as the resounding BOOM followed. "Incoming..." he muttered on what he knew would be deaf ears.

His eye was trained on the other ship, trying to calculate the exact distances between the ships with his handicapped sight. As the shouting began and cannon fire erupted soon after, Adair gripped the boarding hook tighter, knowing if his grip slipped, the hook could very well catch a part of his own flesh as he hit the water. Not something he was fond of.... But soon enough, the ships were close enough for him to place his piece on the board of this illusionary game they were immersed in.

With a last glance behind him to check if he was in danger of being shot in the back again, Adair looked down at the under-sized crew member and noticed the lack of a weapon. Letting out another sigh, he tugged the Dirk from his belt and shoved it into the youth's empty hands. The kid had a rough day so far, it'd be a shame if they died without being able to fight back... he thought silently. "Don't you die while using one of my knives!" He said over the gunfire and cannons blaring. Taking that moment to hop onto the railing, he called back one last remark. "And don't lose that dammit!"

With that, he launched himself off the railing as far out toward the other ship as he could. Gripping the boarding hook tightly in his fist and his arms extended out before him, Adair disappeared under the surface of the ocean, heading for the other side of the enemy ship...

#, as written by Damioa
The thundering sounds of canon fire was enough to set Coristo off. He jumped on the ledge in front of James. "Hey big man, try not to shoot me, 'kay?" He said as he pushed himself off the ledge with flames to make his jump even more higher. While in the sky he even saw that Adair was making his way to the enemy ship as well. In reality, for a blue flag ship of Mariners, those two were the only ones needed in Cory's mind but he was going to make sure to save some blood for the new members of the crew. It was sure going to be a fun evening indeed.

Landing on the enemy ship, Cory just walked around with his hands on the top of his head when one guy yelled, "Hey!! He's not one of us. Get him!!!!!" After this the crew that wasn't on the cannons all dived towards Cory. "You greasy dogs." He said as he twirled to create a light ring of fire that stopped the men in their tracks. "Why don't you guys just chill for a second. Or is it that your in a rush to die hmm?" He said while laughing maniacally and pulling out two handheld bombs from his person. He lit them just by looking at the charge rope connected to them. "Here. Have a little snack before the main course, would'ja. I feel a storm of fire brewing and doubt this ship will make it through the rough waters." He threw the bombs at his sides and dashed to his left as they exploded, leaping over the men to get to the ladder post. The enemy ship was now close enough to get a bridge across. Having his fellow men already throwing lines, he kicked the enemies ladder over to create a bridge in between ships. "Avast yee skurvey sea dogs. There will be blood on the water. ARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!"

Obviously he was having the time of his life. He couldn't help it. Being on the ship all day. Acting quiet and nice. Hashing out orders when needed. It was a nice break to just play with the pirate hunting wannabees. He had a secret disgust for the Mariners seeing as his grandfather use to be one and continued to support them through his old age. He enjoyed cutting them down. He heard a clicking noise behind him and turned around to see that one of the men was pointing a musket at him. He enjoyed this like a kid enjoyed playing dodge ball. The man fired the gun and everything slowed down. He could see the spinning bullet hurdling towards him. In a quick reaction he slid his head and dodged the bullet. Going back into real time action he dove at the man and stopped dangerously close to his face. "You mate, are just having a bad day eh?" He asked with a sly grin on his face as he trusted his long sword through the mans stomach. He then proceeded to burn the man from the inside out. The fire started at the blade point and ran throughout his whole body. The man gave a loud scream before he quickly dissolved into nothing but ashes. Do bad for him that Coristo didn't like being shot at. "Let's kill them all!!" He declared in a proud roar.

James Uther
James fired as soon as the captain started saying the word, and had already almost reloaded before most of the other cannons went off. Adair had jumped off by the time James had fired his third shot, which was seriously damaging the enemy ship. He was aiming for their cannons, so as to avoid as much damage to the Black Bermuda as possible. When they entered boarding range, James fired one last time, sending chunks of wood and sailors into the water. Hope Adair lives through that... James thought. He would be able to sleep at night if he died, but he was also one of the few vets on the ship that was actually worth fighting with. James pulled a rifle off his back and jumped onto the enemy ship. The enemy paused as they really looked at him. James grinned like a maniac as he pulled the other rifle off his back, duel wielding them. "Well, now. Looks like you blokes are gonna have a bad day..." They started charging, and James quickly aimed and fired, killing two and pulling two pistols out before they could reach him, dropping the rifles. He dodged a few swings before he fired again, killing another two. He then pulled the cutlass out, and went berserk, killing six before they backed off again. Several picked up rifles and started aiming them. "Cowards!" He shouted, losing control completely and didn't even bother counting. He started swinging so fast, he didn't have to block any more. If you were in range, you died. It was simple. He was blood soaked in minutes, and roaring like a wild animal. This is what he was, this is what he forged himself to do.

"Holy shit..." Said a newcomer on the ship. He and Reggie were staying back, and they noticed James.
"Yeah, he's a monster." Reggie said. He really liked the guy for that, because he can really fight. He told Reggie before that he didn't like fighting by himself, but Reggie noted that his fighting style didn't allow for help. A fellow crew mate got a little to close, and almost bit it when James almost swung at him. While James was fighting, he could barely tell the difference between friend and foe. Reggie held his hand up to his eyes, looking for the strange one. He spotted her barely dodging a bullet, but also noticed that the fight on the side which she was 'fighting' on was actually losing. There wasn't enough vets on that side of the ship to counter their numbers. "Come-on, mate!" He said, pointing. "You wanna live forever?" Reggie then started charging toward that side of the ship as fast as he could, moving before his head caught up with him. He vaulted over the front line and sliced a sailor's throat in a split second before jumping back over to his side, standing over... Arty was his name? "Hey, you gonna get up and fight, or are you going to lay about all day?" He said, offering his hand. He didn't know what it was about the guy, but something made him like the little moron. Maybe it reminded him of his past... Nope. Never was like him in the past.

Parrying another ill-timed stroke with the swept-hilt dagger in his left hand, Adair brought the cutlass in his right hand forward to stab the point up and through the man's gut. Feeling the blade barely miss the mariner's spine, Adair stepped forward and drove the man to the deck as he jerked the blade upward to sever through the heart. Ripping the cutlass from the corpse, Adair flung the remaining blood streaking down the glimmering steel at the onrushing enemies. Two shrieked back and one brought his hands up to his face as the blood splashed into his eyes. Adair's speed was incredible as he strode forward several feet with a single step, closing the distance in an instant.

Adair's mind was miles away from the opponents in front of him as the man fell to the decking, already dead from the arcing slash that opened him from collar to stomach. Each of Adair's movement's felled another enemy who was unlucky enough to engage the fiery-haired man with the eye patch. Luck... that seemed to be the theme of this battle he thought ruefully. The lack of luck for this ship to attack this band of pirates, the abundance of luck at making it out of water alive after coming face to face with something out of legends, and the horribly unlucky timing of the men who tried to lock blades with myself. Adair was a horrible pirate after all. He never played with his enemies, he defeated them as quickly and unmercilessly as possible.

Grabbing another mariner swinging an awkward swing with a dagger, Adair rolled into the man and felt the impact of the musket shot as it buried itself into the man and he was shielded. A quick push sent the makeshift shield of a man over the railing of the ship as Adair's weighted dagger flipped once in the air before burying itself into the shooter's throat. Retrieving his dagger once more, he sheathed it after wiping it clean, and began heading up into the enemy's crow's nest. Cutting the netting behind him, a few followers toppled into the carnage below as Adair grabbed the lookout by the shirt collar and hauled him over the edge where he landed with a sickening crack on the deck below.

Out of the corner of his sight, Adair thought he spotted a black tail in the water and turned quickly to another empty sight. At this point, he didn't know whether his mind was playing tricks on him, or if he was just too distracted to catch the sight. Instead, he took in the sight below; members of his own crew littered the ships, none of which were anyone he recognized. Meanwhile, the vet's of the Black Bermuda were devastating the mariners: James, a blending machine of body parts and blood as he moved, Cory was leading a terrified-looking man to Captain Skulls who, in his own way, seemed to be enjoying himself. Catching sight of Max, Adair watched an enemy crew member drop at each muzzle flash from the sharp-shooting navigator.

Even Reggie, near the crew member with Adair's dirk, was participating in the fray today. All in all, the battle was over before it had even begun, but his distraction still pulled on his mind as he searched the waters below. "Where did she go...? He asked to no one as he tried to spot the raven-haired siren once more.

James Uther
James was panting, blood was dripping off every surface on his body. He still had some rage left in his body... He saw a body near him twitch, and he swung both swords, ending the poor mans life. He kept panting and left the blades in the body, and sat down. "Damn it..." He said. He lost control again, he hated doing that. He sat there for a minute, then got up, picked up his swords, and found a mostly cleanish cloth and dirtied it cleaning his swords, then put them away. He then collected his guns and maybe a few extra. He noted that most of combat was pretty much over, but he heard some scuffling below decks. "Others can deal with it." He muttered to himself as he moved back to their ship. He ignored everything, he was too tired to respond. He just went straight to his chest, dumped all of his weapons in it, then fell over in his hammock, falling asleep immediately.

Arto took Reggie's hand, and he helped her up. ”Thanks for that... and by the way, its night time so it isn't the day.” Reggie grinned. "Yeah, I suppose so." He said, then looked around. The fighting seemed to continue to go poorly on this side of the ship. "I'm gonna assume that you suck at fighting, so stay back for now." He said, brandishing his dirk. "Be right back..." For some reason, fighting this fight didn't scare him. Perhaps he had gotten drunk before fighting... Whatever, he jumped over another sailor coming up behind him and sliced his head off. "Okay, time to see how rusty I've become!" He ran around the fighting, fighting in a fashion that threw other opponents off entirely. His fighting style was just too... Unpredictable. He could probably take on much stronger opponents, like James. Okay, maybe not James, but Adair, maybe. Well, technically, he can take on anyone he wanted to, due to his regeneration, he could outlast any opponent he came across. He was thinking all of this when a sailor who had maybe a little more fighting skill than normal ran him threw. "Ah, of course, you got me while I wasn't paying attention." The sailor gaped at him. "You-your supposed to be-" Reggie interrupted him. "Yeah yeah, I get that a lot." He said, shoving his dirk into his throat. The sailor fell over, bringing the blade in his chest with him. Several other sailors watched as the wound mended itself in front of them, then they just threw down their blades. "Screw this, those damn rumors about this damn ship were true." One of them said. More and more dropped their blades, until pretty much the whole enemy ship had surrendered. "If that was all that it took to surrender, I would've let one of you stab me a while back..." He grinned at Arto, or whatever his name was. Again, something about him just made him feel so... Not wanting to hide. Not run to the front, but maybe sit in the back and protect him or something... He frowned. What the hell? That is damn freaky. He liked a guy? Damn... Something strange must've happened to him when he changed his body.